You are always there for me; when life gets too heavy, and the burdens too much It is you I can turn to It is you who restores, wholly It is you, I will return to Mother Earth my healer ******** Additional photos added since first published (February 18, 2023). Enjoy the groovy sounds …
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Strolling through a Poem
In the mystical mist vision is limited but the possibilities are endless The mist whispers the promise of poets who scribble furiously and endlessly lines that give meaning to living and dying The lovers breathe it in every molecule, a thousand poetry collections every inhale, a tsunami of emotions Merging and morphing blending and believing …
Unwrapped (flash fiction)
Christmas Eve encore post The sadness that began in her core was now undulating through her body. Spreading slowly, like lava, it invaded every nerve, cell, and vein contained within her frame. She tried to outrun the feeling by filling up her day with distractions… a donation drop-off, lunch with a colleague, a cocktail with …
you have arrived
You made it! (I am elated) I hope you brought your appetite! Let me look at you. Oh, what a beautiful sight! Let me take your bag. Hope it's light to carry and free of worries. Have a seat, next to my orange tree, under swaying bulbs burst from flowers, fragrant. There’s a chill in …
Don’t be so UPpity
Lips adorned with Ruby Woo make a statement with their style (not their substance). They speak only polite whispers, as to not offend or draw attention to. Like words selectively spoken, at a formal dinner the correct fork is carefully chosen (without hesitation). To not know the difference between a dinner fork and a fish …
Let’s Do Diga Diga Doo
Grow old together? This suggestion I’d rather not consider. Grow old alone; I could manage just fine. In love I’d rather grow young. Having completed decades of “to dos” – to playful mischief let’s say “I do.” Let’s put on our Sunday best for no reason at all and through the park, take a stroll, …
Water under the Bridge (flash fiction)
A million steps they each did take to get to this place where the bright lights glistened on their flushed faces. Steps that were sometimes sure and strong, other times they took a step back and sometimes their steps were reduced to a crawl. Other times the two, separately stepping, fell to their knees and …
Vintage Strength
Fierce winds suddenly rise and threaten to destroy everything. She is stretched and tested by the pushing, pulling, howling, and screaming. The weathered door whistles and bends causing her to tremble and quake. Run She does not. Collapse She does not. Bravely, She braces the splintered door when gales whip and shake. Give up She …
Passionate Valentine Vignettes
Lavender and rosemary crumbled and scattered by artistic fingers that turn pages and hold the scent. His moist lips hold the flavor of the back of her neck. Words spoken by his smoky voice sink her deeper, and leave her spellbound to him. Outside, a thousand golden sunsets blur by. Shooting stars fall from the …
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me (poetry recitation)
https://videopress.com/v/ibBJste1?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata Poet, Mary Oliver Mary Oliver wrote so many beautiful poems, selecting only one for a Saturday recitation was no easy task. I am most familiar with her poem, "The Journey," however, I enjoy the experience and challenge of learning a new poem a few days before a blog post. My recitation selection, "Last Night …
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