Night BloomOur river path rustleswith ancient songDusk a blanket of fertile airTendriled moss thick and brightcovers a moist moon &we are a wild Eden seeding roses in rock Words chosen from the Nature Magnetic Poetry Kit. Continue reading Night Bloom
Plus, we appear irrationalAnger is like a giant wave -We can surf it to solid landOrwe can let it wipe us out.Anger isn’t fuel, it’s acid.We are not righteous warriors,we are slaves kneeling under it.Don’t be a slave.Ride it, feel … Continue reading Napowrimo 2022 day 29
The Lure of Lightparted the darknesslike her handsparted my hair, gentlybut intently, her fingers braided wavering strands over and under, first upthen down. The sea was always inside, restless, driven. Salt water dripped,a broken pearl necklaceleaving invisible traces, refracting light … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022 day 28
Cruising the FestListen to the whirl of guitar & drum ridingon the breeze with whiffs ofThe Big River & roast beef po boysListen to the rustle & crunch ofpeople clapping, feet dancingin a crush of bodies & funWatch nimble fingers … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022 day 22
Tea x 2As he raised the tea cup to his lipsI thought how incongruous it lookedin his weatherbeaten hand, fragilevessel dotted with roses & ivyand a handle too small for his finger.But, oh, how gently he cradled itin his palm, … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 2022 day 17
The earth cracksshifts, slants Breath stillsSpirit sinks untilall that’s left is a huskLife evaporates like a magic trickUp in the skystars glitter Sharp pointed teethwaitingDying leaves shiveringand rattlingon branches trying to hold onTrying It’s a gloomy morning here with a … Continue reading Unfinished Ending
Winter wind —-Chases clouds across blue skyHowls at shivering palm trees ~~~ Inspired by this post about January winds on Naturalist Weekly, a wonderful blog that connects nature and poetry. *This is the palm tree that fell right behind my … Continue reading Winter Wind
I love my bed, love snuggling under the purple patchwork quilt hand-sewn by my mamaw’s best friend over 35 years ago, Love how the sheets are cool in summer, but warm up with my body’s heat in winter, I love … Continue reading Eyes Closed in a Quiet Room
“A faith, naive and child like perhaps, born as it is from the infinite simplicity of nature. It is a feeling that no matter what the ideas or conduct of others, there is a unique rightness and beauty to life … Continue reading The infinite simplicity of nature
a balmy late morningsunlight falling across my lapamid the sounds of city trafficthe unfamiliar call of a birdperhaps on a rest stopto even more southern climesor one of the neighborhood blue jays practicing impressionsand waiting for peanuts Continue reading Morning Meditation: A call unfamiliar
