and then reclaim, a poem

  I like to window shop the length of my days, to tarry in the moments of crimson skylines, rising blooms, and the stirring scent of forest silence, for as long as I have the gift to reflect, I am rarely dismayed. It matters not, if coldness sets in, nor if the stretch of skylight…

Portraits Poetry Series #69: When Finally Noticed

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…

Seeking the Rounded Edge

This week’s photography challenge at The Daily Post is rounded.  In my photography, I don’t think I ever seek a certain edge, whether rounded or straight.  Instead, I would like to believe I like to seek a story.  As a writer, I guess you could really not ever separate yourself from this… no matter the…

Racing the Wind

    I shall tie my hair up in ribbons wear long petticoats and still race with the wind, for some things are just not meant to be held back and no one is worthy to hold the reins. I shall write the words I shall write the words no matter the song desiring to…

to counteract the silence

  There are some that lost mothers there are some who lost brothers and there are some who suffer in the sadness of their own minds. It is not for me to judge, to place a sliding scale of tragedy, to measure their suffering. Is it not enough that they have wept? that they have…

I

  I am the folded pages of my own story the whispered scent of nothingness that seeks the permanent taste of breath. I am the petals folded along the edges of an undeveloped flower seeking my tongue, stretching my ways, begging the warm touch of summer sun. I am the dialect unburdened by expression, words…

Reality tv

  At times, I think the world prefers a constant distraction the bright, flashing lights of profitable pursuits that promise longevity strength poise and beauty or perhaps, a grand distraction to see not, where we once thrived, a snake-oil pursuit of dreams. Were the sign not flashing, none would ever see, for the blandness of…

Covered in Dust, a poem

I may be words stuffed away in an attic, covered in dust, but the ink has bled its lines upon the page and they cannot be undone. They are the souls searching for itself, the stillness requesting to be sung, they are the heartbeat and the soul of every uttered breath. They meant something they…

Photography & a Poem: Seeking the Tune of My Own Song

More often than not, I can find a story behind the images I take, even though I rarely write them.  In the future, perhaps I will write them… when I long for the muse to sing.  I never really know why I love photography or the art of storytelling, but I know that no matter…

Positive Change & Loving Your Struggling Learners

  Sometimes, when you’re not happy with the way things are, you need to ruffle your own feathers.  You need to sit in your discomfort for a moment or two (and sometimes longer) to formulate a plan.  I’ve been unhappy about the way things have been going with school, but I just haven’t had the…

Photography: I Seek the Solace of Nature’s Kiss (Post #1)

We’ve been working on a new schedule lately.   It has helped immensely, even though all of its benefits are not apparent at this time.  Things… just… take… time, I guess.  Through the invention of a new approach in school as well as a new schedule, we somehow managed the amazing feat of going out one…

Photography: When Roses Weep (Part #2)

If I had not mentioned it before, we went to the gardens close to closing time.  The nice thing about that is that you don’t have to worry as much about capturing people in your photos.  Now I know that some people love to take photographs with people in the background, but I (for some…