Photography: California in Winter (Post #3)

It’s a much colder day today, gray too.  Somehow, I’m able to shake it away.  I’m not concerned with the weather and really haven’t been much lately, though I will say that I thoroughly enjoyed yesterday’s long stretch of blue skies and clouds streaking across the horizon.  It was a beautiful sight and the warmth…

The Soul Lifts, a poem

  The soul lifts at the presence of flight – let me fly let me fly let me fly free too. My feet no longer desire to cling to tangible things instead, they seek the lightness of hollow frames reverberating between the rise and fall of outstretched limbs a song sung in whispers of wind…

Photography: California in Winter (Post #2)

  We spent a few hours at this location near La Jolla, California, watching the ocean ease its way out as we inspected the tide pools.  It’s a perfect place to relax, as well as take photos, especially when the birds are swarming in for an early dinner.  Looking at these photos now, I am…

Calling me home, a poem

  I hear the echo of the winds calling me home as the sun falls in silent homage to the day and sails rustle in glad obeisance while waters lap their thoughtful cadence. The boat leans and we lean as we try to memorize the feeling of being adrift yet, no longer at sea. ©…

Photography: California in Winter (Post #1)

So as I mentioned in a previous post, we went to California during winter break.  I know… most people are like, “Why go there in the winter?  The beach is always best in the summer!”  However, I think… at least for me, that seeing nature still struggling along while it is entirely covered in my…

You Never Lose Your Luster, a poem

If there is anything I could ever hope to tell you, it would be, “Don’t doubt your value.  Be certain of it.”  Sumyanna   You Never Lose Your Luster   Let love be whispers set adrift upon the wind. I see you I see you and you are not alone. Let not the chatter of…

Photography: I Can Almost Touch the Ocean (Post #1)

I know… things have been quiet on my end.  It almost seems as if we dropped off the face of the earth!  Nope… we are back into the swing of school days, science projects, writing assignments and the like now.  But I will tell you that I did get a chance to get away for…

Lessons in Spring, a poem

  Her tears were watercolors, awash across the plains where fields dwelled, unplowed fortresses of earth waiting for spring. After the rains came, the earth gave birth to color: fields of swaying shades of green, outstretched azure skies, the golden sun laying its gaze on the elegance of yellow, white, and purple wildflower displays sighing…

the past is just the past, a poem

  The past is just the past I say… don’t let the anger wash over you, refuse to let the pain ease its way into your heart. Is it not enough – it once held power over you? For some things we must learn to let go. Like the waters continually washing over the stone…

Reverse Nonet: Hope Sprouted Wings

  Wrote another Reverse Nonet.  I really love this type of poems, but rarely get a chance to write them.  I am going to have to remember to write them more often…   Hope Sprouted Wings   I have wings she whispered, come see me fly watch the breeze take me lift me higher than…

I walk this side of hunger, a poem

  I tend to walk this side of hunger – a constant, fervent push toward each last breath as though it may be my last. Each touch a moment held, in warmth, lingering in the conscious then the subconscious and later, spilling upon the page when the words are necessary. The scent of each moment…