Friday, August 17, 2018

the wish moon

the wish moon and
the little girl
sat together
as her dreams
the clouds wrapped both
in gentle dreams
sometimes life is
exactly what
it seems.

to float

to float above
in petal flower
in their grace and

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

mr feetses water color whirled repost

mr feetses in watercolors
in this world
mr feetses
never dies.

garage eagles

the humble pigeon...scrappy, strong...they not only survive, they thrive!

to know them, to observe their social and familial interactions, is an

honor and privilege.

summer reigns

by warm so soft summer rains
we are touched.
we plants and flowers thank
you very much.

Monday, August 13, 2018


there are days when glum and sad
angry, hurt or just plain mad.
there are days just meant for cries
fake hellos and
sad goodbyes.
there are also
many reason to feel secure
that good times will come
be of that,
so thank you life
the only game
of which we know.
the ups, downs and
upon which
we grow.

the little parking lot paradise

our neighborhood ecosystem parking lot is filled with little miracles

Sunday, August 12, 2018

world elephant day

in the silence of sound
a deafening roar
what will happen
to the world
if we hear it
no more.

Friday, August 10, 2018

for mother orca mourning her calf

if i could swim you back to life
i would
if i could learn to let go
i should.
i know you are gone
but my heart still crying
why is this a world
where the ones we love
are dying.
if i could swim you back to life
i know i must stay goodbye
but i don't know when.


some people think that being a goat
is a silly as can be.
to them i say
is that all you wrote
being a goat sure works
for me

bee on flower

a little bee
a flower so sweet
a world within
a world
on this magical


the world of whitetail
busy days
the art of survival
has its own rules
and ways.

world lion day

august 10 is world lion day....

but then, so is every day!


may peace cover the earth with loving wings.
may beauty find the heart of all living things..
may kindness and compassion show us its light.
may we all join in harmony, in this loving "fight"

Monday, August 6, 2018

the quiet

hush the sounds
of inner working
fits and jerkings
outer smirkings
hush the noise
that is never
quiet enough
from my sadness

summer smiles

oh da summer
so much fun
surf and sand
and lots of sun.
oops the truth
starts to slip in
as she sweats in
pure chagrin.
sand is gritty
surf is wet
boat mal de mer
is sh*tty
haven't quite barfed
sand gets stuck between
the toes
and tracks all over the floor...
yeah summer sometimes
ask me again in 6 months time
when will then appear
the i hate winter rhyme😜

Sunday, August 5, 2018


scarlotta dances in blue
sun kissed skies as
so tall she stands
even when clouds
go by.
by seasons, unbroken
her strength
never spoken.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

corner clouds

the light 
the lake
the break
the soft
white sky
corner clouds
so high


what brings the day
a sweet bouquet
perhaps we are tired
and look away.
perhaps we, too busy
with minds astray.
what brings the day
a sweet bouquet.

Friday, August 3, 2018


i float between
the dreams i have
and the world

Thursday, August 2, 2018


we are a flock
together we fly
together we rest
together we try.

one patch

one patch different
from the rest
uniqueness counts
and is the best!

lovey dove

lovey dove
so soft and shy

Wednesday, August 1, 2018


you vote
you play
you lobby
you lie
you leave
you stay
all the same
except for our
sweet pteribird
who unlike most
always kept
her word

my life feels

my life feels large
yet i am small
between awe
and fear of it

Monday, July 30, 2018


of prose not purple
florid in its lack
of eloquence
of meter and or
in depth and substance
of shadows and moonlight
through which the sun

little mama

little mama sitting pretty
in her flower nursery

one more conversation

one more conversation
i wish we had
feelings to share
words to express
just one more time
so you could hear me say
that i love you
when you start your day
one more conversation
to see your eyes
mine filled with tears
to try
to say
not goodbye
but see you later
down this twisting road
our paths diverging

Sunday, July 29, 2018

international tiger day part 2

tiger babies

we tigers have babies,
just like you.
they deserve a safe
world to grow up in,

interational tiger day part 1

denizen of jungles, deep
if your species dies,
the earth shall weep

i am a tiger
on my land you encroached
i was born to live in freedom
not be by man, poached

Saturday, July 28, 2018

pink flowertowers

pink flowertowers
sway like rain
pelting down
from winds unharnessed.

muted sparrow

muted sparrow
hues touched by

drop let

drop let my heart feel what it does
let the words flow forth
unblocked and emotive.

Friday, July 27, 2018

here i sit

here i sit
as i surmise
should i pounce
or should i hide
oh my life is in a
not very easy
to be a squirrel.

lives in a frame

lives in a frame
a painting not named
two hearts no longer
footprints now
their world
a painting created.
so quiet now
so sad the heart
memories torn open
truths exposed
the frailties of ourselves
and of those
in frames and in portraits.
who knows.


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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.