HATE cares not the victim, a poem

  The other day, I saw hate Stare Into the eyes of a child. The child Had done nothing, Save be kind To their child To make Their child smile To make their child feel They were friends. You could not mistake The bulging veins On the forehead The angry eyes, And somehow, Thank goodness,…

With Friends Like These, a poem

      She did not Believe Their thin excuses The well-meant Courtesies Of “Hello darling! My, how we’ve missed you!” Yet never Was it an Opportune time To be cordial afterward. The words were flung In the silence Of passing moments When etiquette requires Something be spoken But obviously Never meant. After all these…

Photography: After the Rain (Post #2)

I sometimes think the artistry is more in the mistakes than in the intentioned actions of the artist.  It is not to say that I am an artist… but perhaps a more accurate word would be an active observer.  I bring along my camera in the hopes that something catches my eye.  The thing is……

Photography: After the Rain (Post #1)

A few days ago, we managed to get out to the gardens… well, half of our crew did.  I was so excited to get out there, but was sadly disappointed.  First of all, as we got nearer the gardens, the clouds grew dark and it started to rain.  Then came the thunder.  I figured we…

Skewed, a poem

    Nature desires Clear vision Open with wonder Awake And alive No determined lines No prescribed interpretation Intentionally aware. Yet along the passages Of experience, We learn To skew our view. Beauty is defined Delineated Proscribed All else fails To interest. Like ants Scurrying Toward a meal – We have no time To notice…

Portraits Poetry Series #76: Loving the Person I Want to Become

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 words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had…

Photography: Spring Awakening #1

As I mentioned in my latest post, I was able to recently run off to the gardens.  The moments were a bit short lived, but you have to grab onto every chance for joy.  I was glad to go and so glad to see so many things changing.   The good news is that the…

The Forest Begs Us to Walk More Slowly, a poem

In the silence of the forest Do we walk quickly? Treading the path Like many – How many miles? How many miles ahead And how many left behind? Or do we tarry A little longer And dwell in the moments Replayed in every single step In the silky voice of the wind In the crunch…

At Home Among the Flowers

When asked, “Where do you belong,”  I can’t help but think among the flowers.  Spring is my favorite time of year… a time of renewal and rebirth.  There’s just something about it that speaks to me, perhaps because I feel that winter is a time for more internal, quiet, contemplation.  Spring is, well… possibility.  …

Beauty Suffers in Silence, a poem

  I spotted this image in my folder this morning and reminisced on our last visit to the gardens.  While I was able to get the two youngest finished with school three weeks early (yes, I was desperate for a break), the two older kiddos are still slaving away.  I so long for a quiet…

Photography: Shadows of Silence

There are fewer moments of silence sometimes, and thought they are more spread apart, their value does not go unnoticed.  It’s just that rare.  Things have been a whirlwind of busyness, with the kids growing so quickly, school and house demands, and the wonderful flu that has somehow hit our house 4 times this year. …

Photography: Spring Has Found Her Song (Post #4)

We’ve had another round of flu at our house.  It wouldn’t be so bad, but the weather has been off as well (snowing this week and last) so we’ve been stuck indoors with people coughing all over and sneezing.  Not my idea of fun, but what can you do?   I am looking forward to…