Photography: Keeping Warm with Winter Dreams (Part 2)

Thought I’d return again to some of my favorite photos from our trip to California last year with the kids.  Seeing as things are still warm here, I can only dream of sunshine.  The last couple of days have been gray and dreary.   We normally go out walking in the afternoons.  I’ve even gotten…

Raise Our Voices, a poem

  Some of us are the songs, she says… the lilting melody the gentle birdsong the reverberating pulse that soothes the inner spaces. Most of us are not aware of this, but still – we sing, filling the silence with reassurance and hope. Some of us are the songs, she says… and some of us…

I Won’t Leave You Alone, a poem

  I whispered in the silent moments, when no one else was brave to speak I wanted people to know – I knew they were there. Often, in the shadows they would stand quietly, hands in their pockets, head down, holding their worn, uncomfortable smile for fear someone would notice that they were all alone….

Poem: Desperate to be Acknowledged

Every once in a while, (okay, probably more often than that) I find an image that really speaks to me.  I hope you enjoy…     Desperate to be Acknowledged   It is the well-hidden secret, the palpable breath upon your neck, the steely gaze of the oppressor, its sunken truths are visible – for…

Poem: For Words are Powerful Things

  I learned to hide from an early age, not behind mother’s skirts, or father’s towering stature, there was no safety there. Instead, I clung to the shadows blending into the background praying that I could remain unseen and unheard, though my soul desired to be understood. All I could wonder – “Can anyone see…

Photography: Keeping Warm with Winter Dreams

At some point, every winter, I can’t help myself but try to remember warmer times.  Considering we have actually had snow stick around for a while now (which is a rare thing here) and the temperatures have stayed lower, I needed some warming up.  Some winters, we are actually fortunate enough to go to California…

Poem: What is Real Anymore?

This poem was written for this photograph I took recently at the Gardens during the winter.  It spoke to me…     I was tossed nonchalantly to the wind. Usurped by uncaring hands and through the toss and the turmoil and the resulting pain, I wondered – how could I let this happen again? It…

Portraits Poetry Series #78: The Pain of Indifference

I know I haven’t done this in a while, but I thought you might enjoy it.   In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my…

Photography & Thoughts: Winter Musings

I know I’ve been away for a while now – and somehow, when I am away, it always seems as though I will come back much sooner than I am able.  I haven’t written in all this time and no, I don’t mean just here, I mean at all.  Things have been that busy.  …

Soar, a poem

  I bowed to the winds of fury, tattered tail swatted by the wind. My heart sunken, pieces clawed away in disbelief, my wings – were stolen. Sometimes, it is the difficulties that define us, not the shaken bits and pieces of uncertainty, the misplaced steps, the broken trust, or the pain. No – instead,…