Trees by Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of …
Author: Michele Lee
Writer, poet, teacher, dancer, and dreamer sharing inspired thoughts, moments, and photos from my native Sonoran Desert and wherever else life takes me. Lover of language, literature, movement, music, nature, travel, art, photography, and expression. To learn more about me and my published work, visit the "About" page on my blog: https://myinspiredlife.org/
Traveling a Winding Road
Losing myself and finding myself, at the same time. How contradictory. How sublime. Have you experienced this? Do you understand? Maybe you felt it when touched by your lover’s gentle hand. Maybe it was revealed while you were pursuing your passions, allowing your mind to release all attachments. Maybe it spoke to you through words …
Winding, Writing, and Wildflowers
Escape the heat and the concrete, I did. Writing and exploring in the Cascades, I am. A rental car with a “Start” button and cool jazz playing on the radio, lifted me higher and higher, to a narrow winding road, lined with tall trees, providing sanctuary for birds of prey (and for me, a grounded …
on Wet Concrete, don’t Step
Skin sweating she watched the tumbling and spinning stones, rocks, and cement lifting and crashing thunderous mixing Water spraying she watched the gray sludge become a substance strong enough to bind buildings callous enough to bury history, secrets, seeds, and bones Solid trapping heat and feet too slow to move when the giant mixer began …
Honeysuckle Heat (continued)
From Honeysuckle Heat… He resisted the urge to sprint toward, grab, twirl, and embrace the vision, afraid that his passion might vaporize the dream that seemed to float in front of him. He began to walk toward the vision with slow and steady steps that did not match his racing heart. Steady steps trying to …
Doors will Open
Through those doors a new path will either be revealed or never known Her pulse competing against the hands on the wall Her heel tapping against the cold shiny floor Her tongue drying against the roof of her mouth Her throat closing against the air pushing through Her palms sweaty against her pressed skirt Her …
Tappy Spoons and Happy Toes (video)
Sometimes I need to step away from my laptop and dance. Don't we all? 😉 Moving to music is good for the mind, body, and soul. 🎶 One of the themes of the Independence Day holiday is freedom; dancing offers me that experience and feeling. I invite you to join me, the Spoon Lady (Abby), …
Honeysuckle Heat
It was late and the human sounds that hummed during the day had retired, inviting the frogs and cicadas to fill the silence with their nighttime melodies. He had given up on sleep and decided to walk down to the lake. He slipped on his boat shoes but left his crumpled t-shirt on the unmade …
Found at Sea (audio)
"Found at Sea" ~ Short Story (audio) I swam to the edge of comfortable, then I paddled some more. Why am I doing this? What is pulling me forward? I see the shore, that is where I should be – with my feet firmly planted on settling ground, supporting my sensibilities. I ponder my situation …
Souvenirs
My sweet tooth is satisfied. Must be from all the Southern Charm, because I did not have any peach pie. My curves are a little fuller in my two-piece suit. Must be from my wide-angle lens – it cannot possibly be from the skinny margaritas I drank near the dunes. My carryon weighs more than …
