Remembering, While Being Forgotten (a poem)

    It is a curiosity, with me – to wonder what traces I have left behind perhaps because, I have never washed away remembrance. I have often tossed and turned in my own worries, my own past pain and even these moments I try not to recollect, but from time to time they demand…

Daily Post Photography Challenge: A Closer Look Always Lends Surprise

Last week’s photography challenge at The Daily Post was surprise.  I tried to get my pictures together fast enough, but this week has been busy with school.  Anyway, in their post, they shared a beautiful up-close image of a dandelion, which inspired me.  See, dandelions actually have curled stamens – which you could actually see…

Beauty Possible, Beneath your Touch (a poem)

  I breathe easy because you are near me. I know, your treasure as I see it, reflected in my own eyes and I have come to understand the lengths to which I have learned to define myself by the beauty that you see in my soul. I breathe the air you breathe and somehow,…

Portraits Poetry #53: Fox on the Prowl

  She is the cunning one the gaze the stare that bores a hole though snow filled meadow. Does she hear a sound? Does she see a flash of movement? Hold your breath and hide, don’t let the snow crunch beneath your feet. She is wise, ears raised, she listens her glaring eyes take in…

Because I Don’t Have a Photographic Memory (Part #29)

Today I am sharing a beautiful view from the gardens.  I thought I would especially post these to thank a dear friend Rose Elaine (I’m assuming your blog name is your name, sorry if I am wrong!) who shared some words of kindness the other day with me.  I truly do not overlook kindnesses and…

Learning to Grow, a poem

This is another poem written specifically for fourteen lines. I am still finding myself within these constraints, but I have to admit I am truly enjoying the results. Sometimes, stretching yourself allows you to see places where you can grow…       In the beginning, we were all naked. We flailed our arms, trying…

The Art of Chasing Bubbles, Part #5

Today I finally heard back from the Emily Dickinson Awards.  My book was not chosen.  I think I cried for a few minutes, but then, as it is always – I head back to work.  The kids have testing this week so we are all rather busy.  We have to drive 3 days back and forth to…

Grasshoppers, Butterflies and Flowers, Oh My! (Post #6)

It is so funny.  These days we have bluer skies, but the breeze is a bit cooler.  We go to bed hot and wake up in the morning cold.  Oh, the changes in the seasons!  I have yet to go to the gardens, but I am holing on to hop this week.  I just might…

Leaving Home, a poem

I wrote it on a napkin – I hate it here Carelessly scrawled in crayon Yet etched miles upon my heart It was not long ago When you told me We had to move No problem, But we not only moved our home We left a country That I had known and loved I remember…

Does Anyone Listen? a poem

  Fourteen Lines Fourteen lines, no matter – were it more, words of consequence trip across a stark white stage awaiting significance to tickle their extended limbs. I am here, I spoke, I have spoken – yet the sound of silence roars past their meaning Does anyone listen, does anyone hear? Their irrelevance wails in…

What is the Measure of Your Soul? a poem

  Flowers, lend beauty to the outstretched embrace of gardens, were it to be – in their scent, in their gorgeous glow, in their radiant smiles that linger longer within the heart even after that heart has left the building. It even matters not, if we have memorized their name, if we have them boldly…

Photography: Swallowed by Fire

Not long ago, my daughter and I were at the store when some huge scented candles are on sale.  I am a sucker for anything that smells good, but usually they smell awful.  Imagine my surprise when the scents were gorgeous.  We were sold, and since they were incredibly cheap, we bought a few to…