Building Walls, a poem

  You assumed I was not strong enough You assumed I laid bare my heart- And found unworthy, I’d slink my way Into the shadows Unseen Unknown Unheard of. Yet the traces Of my existence That you found so Bereft of meaning Barely scraped the surface. You knew not my tears, Nor their circumstance You…

We Live in this Awkward Silence, a poem

  We live In this awkward silence We order food, We sometimes say hello, But rarely do we Bare our souls, unafraid. Why is it So hard to breathe? We have become accustomed To hiding our fears They are as comfortable As a warm blanket on our backs And the world fervently seeks The words…

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……

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…

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.  …

Daily Post Photography Challenge: Spring Awakening

Spring is a time of awakening not only, does the earth come to life but its creatures return to beautify the scene. The wind whispers with intent - as pollen fills the swollen blue skies of longing and the sun's rays shine down upon the growing buds the branches dangling heavily, pregnant with promise. I…

Dancing in the Rain (Portrait Poetry Series #31)

Today, the Daily Post Prompt is messy. I could not help but remember this poem I posted quite some time ago.  It holds a special place in my heart - autobiographical, then not.     We are dancing in the rain It matters not, that we’ll get wet - life is meant to be messy…

Conversations with a superhero

  Above all things, I am a mother.  Of course, I cook, I clean, I chase imaginary monsters from under the bed, and yeah... sometimes I get the chance to write and take pictures.  Truly, it is much more glamorous than all that might seem.  I get to spend time with my crew, I am…

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…