An early lesson in trust, I found with her when she buoyed my body and calmed my mind in dark waters that hid more than they shared where the tips of my toes dared to stretch for the unknown that lived beneath She taught me how to still a tongue that had a lifetime of …
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Moving Blog Challenge (reader share)
"Sadie and Me" by Al Bell A man well into his ninetieth year could not possibly start each day with a stunning young female contentedly on his lap. Think again. My steaming coffee eases me into the day. I am mesmerized by the leaves of our lush Sissoo tree shimmering just outside the window in …
Candy Apple Red
There she goes bumping down the road wrapped in candy apple red Silverado short bed windows down, music up blond lift held with Aqua Net Nice truck! more than one said not talking wheels, I suspect She complements her spring birth month bull strength and stubbornness She’s no bull in a china shop though with …
Real can’t be rushed
Busy hands can amuse a longing heart – a tuck and twist here a fold there a little time and a lot of paper mâché can craft dull surroundings into colorful abundance The heart may applaud the attempt by pumping more blood through veins but don’t be fooled the heart is no fool It is …
Her Cottage by the Sea (continued)
A morning spent tracing curves with slow and deliberate fingertips. They release a power that contradicts- soft, sensual, and delicate yet, they spark a fire within. They form the shape of words absorbed by her salty and sandy skin. Unspoken words turn to ash when they are drawn in to a body that pulses with …
a Writer’s reTreat (audio)
Enveloping clouds, across stretched miles – unseen landmarks and draped blue skies. Tired of staring into the smothering gray. Tired of straining to see what lies beyond a cloak that confuses night with day. She let her heavy lids end the seeking. She filled her lungs: slow, steady, and deep. Exhaling tangled tension and rooted …
Connected Roots
Golden petals burst from a winding stem, sprang forth from a seed, that wound its way into dry desert dirt. Planted in soil, not of its native origin. Reflective tears burst from the one standing in Sonoran dirt, flowing from a realization, that they are similar, she and the foreign bloom. Rooted in soil, not …
Your Morning Glow (audio poem)
Your Morning Glow (audio poem) Toward you, my eyes are fixed Toward you, my hands extend Alone in the dark, I wait, I rest my tired eyes You change and disappear, but on you, I can always depend Eyes still closed, but the third one knows – You have arrived Many things come between us …
Under a Sapphire Sky (audio poem)
"Under a Sapphire Sky" Return, I did From the mountain top Bringing all of me, I did not Before the sapphire sky gave Forth its cool afternoon rains A gust of freshness did sway Around my limbs, it wrapped Cool wind and hot skin, we danced Head tilted back and body relaxed One more glimpse …
A Forgotten Field and A Poet’s Curse
Poet’s Curse What a gift it is to view this world through a poet’s lens, to feel the morning wind, and then spend the afternoon penning just the right words to describe the windy lines. Stealing an hour to describe a sensation that blew away. Never being able to turn off the thoughts seeping through …
My Inspired Life 