Monday, April 15, 2019

stands...for notre dame

stripped bare her spirit
forever stands.
as ashes gather
among the tears.
all the years.
she stands wherever
those who knew
what she meant,
all that she has seen.
she stands in the hearts
of the proud and the bowed.
a brilliant flower
above the crowd.
she stands
as embers dance
her strength unbroken
for us,
she stands.

budding raindrop

slowly the concepts of love
and peace drifted down
perhaps to be heard
or passed around.
words like droplets
as they tumble
those who believe
should shout,
not mumble.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

lavender wings like butterfly

lavender wings like butterfly
kissed by loving droplets
falling down from the sky.
softly supported by their
green leafy bed.
dreams of warm sunlight
dance around in their heads.

Friday, April 12, 2019

red salad cacaphony

hues payed their dues
red salad cacaphony
a feast of harmonious.

of moments

of moments,
collections of quiet
and eclat.
brilliant passages.
downcast timber.
words or not
to keep us emotionally
limber


Thursday, April 11, 2019

eterne

though change it does in shape and timber
though circumstance and the follies of the universe
change us all,
love remains, true, everlasting,and real.

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

between the little lights and sounds

between the little lights and sounds
a moment quiet can astound.
in its sheer simplicity.
our earth without
duplicity.

my face it opens to the sun

my face it opens to the sun
as a new day greets
this is the one.
no guarantees another
comes
my face it opens to the sun.

Monday, April 8, 2019

sit

sometimes in life you gotta sit
and ponder all the rest of it.

Friday, April 5, 2019

april tears

april cries not for the days
that passed
april cries as she will not last
may hovers softly
in gentle song.
but sweet may, too
will not last that long..

Thursday, April 4, 2019

the face of spring

ah moustachioed whimsical
the face of spring.
so silly and flimsical
as softly she enters
no winter
repenters.

Monday, April 1, 2019

you are

you are unique. you are beautiful, there is only one you. and that is beautiful

Sunday, March 31, 2019

the new kid in garageagletown

i am starting to explore
so much i have never
seen before.
friend or foe
i do not know.
but my time is now
and off i go.

Saturday, March 30, 2019

field of lovely

field of lovely
yellow, greens
white surrounding
breezes
rustle.

through light

through light the dark penetrated
to ingest and push away
all the positivity that she
needed to stay,
in a world where she could not
find  her way.
on heaps of heartless detritus
quietly she stood
her ground,
clinging on
to that which she perceived
as good
this battle raged
as she aged.
she did perhaps the
best that she could
never sure.
always dure.

Friday, March 29, 2019

swan lake...not

prima gulleez ballerina
and the corps
scouting for food
then relaxing en pointe
some more.

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

mine...i saw it first

at times i do things illegal
waddya want
i am a seagull
most of my food it is
purloined
(the den of thieves long ago
i joined)
so drop it stop it
or hold it in your hand
and look away...
food for thought
as i grab it
turn around is
fair play.


Monday, March 25, 2019

iflife

if life were measured in increments.
time not yet earned
or perhaps wisely spent.
if life were a scoreboard
a checkerboard
a maze.
who would keep count
of all the ins and outs,
or our plays.
if time were an apple
an orange a peach
would each bite be
delicious
or perhaps out of reach.
if life were something
that could be comprehended
would then all
world sadnessses
finally be ended.


dreamt

I dreamed of a world where kindness, like
Waterfalls caressed and covered
That world In joyous
Possibilities.

Friday, March 22, 2019

Little frio too

Little frio
Perhaps in thought 
An image and a moment 
So glad my camera 
Caught

Thursday, March 21, 2019

world poetry day

if the world were as graceful as a swan
as soft as the words unspoken of a gentle touch
if reason had rhyme and beauty poured out
instead of hate
a poetic life
in syncopation
world poetry day
and jubilation.

Garage eaglery

Cars and bars of metal
My amazon
Our habitat that once was..
Not here
And gone

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

We rise

We rise though entrenched in that
And those.
We rise because we do not suppose
We rise because in good we believe
We rise far above those who 
Wish to deceive

more sprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring

Spring the lovely warmth you bring

Monday, March 18, 2019

Beauty proud

Beauty proud,
Mind of her own,
Yet part of the crowd,
Always has something to say
But never too loud.
Stands on the edges,
Not afraid to fall,
She has not very much.
But really has
It all.

Sprrrrrrrring

Spring she sits 
Outside the gate 
The hints she sends us
cannot wait 

Saturday, March 16, 2019

Away

away to start
A brand new day

Friday, March 15, 2019

happy pi-des of march

happy pi-des of march.
this is our sweet maxi pi pteribird aka pteri tea rose max.. she left this earthly plane on 7/12/14. our love for her has never wavered. she taught us bird and sent us magic mikey so we could all heal.
thank you precious one for loving us and trying, and staying with us in spite of your dire from day one prognosis.
we honor those we love by loving again, opening our homes and hearts, and healing..

manta vision

i imagine a world for mantas
like i.
a world free from worry
as the days drift by.
safe
clear clean waters
in which we can all
ply our trades
in the daily
marine parade.
our ocean
is not a
garbage can.
are you out there
listening,
species man. 

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Sparrow pudgepot

Sparrow pudgepot ready to sing
Chill in the air 
With traces of spring


Monday, March 11, 2019

time heels

time heals but each step is one forward and sometimes one back. as these milestones approach over the years, sweet memories and tenderness will dry your tears

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Beauty corner

Beauty in a corner 
Illuminate my life

Friday, March 8, 2019

Dript

From his heart once lit by the sun
A school of swarming 
Icicles
Come

every day is women's day


warrior woman
she lives her life
by her own rules
with an open heart
and zero tolerance
for fools.

Thursday, March 7, 2019

The confusion that sits

the confusion that sits
Where am I
In all of it

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Winter floes

Winter floes
The diamond beauty
Cold and bold,
Such is winter’s
Duty.

Monday, March 4, 2019

Heartglows

heartglows psychedelical
Where light sits,
angelical 


fluffyduff


fluffyduff sits in her tree
she does not ponder why
the cold
she does not dwell on
young or old
her moment is where
she sit or flies.
what she hears or what
catches her eyes

a memory

where i stood so long ago
waiting for the train
seasons many
faces too
part of our lives
what we did
and what
some still
do.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Winter whites

Winter whites 
Juxtaposed
Greens and burnished
Frozen golds.

Friday, March 1, 2019

Not by cold

Not by cold nor late life
Winter  touched 
your beauty 
Ever lasting,

Thursday, February 28, 2019

i have learned to tailor

i have learned to tailor the stitches of failure
to pull together all the pieces
perhaps a garment
this work never ceases
i am learning to tailor
what could have been
but not in the world
that i lived in.

Pretty

If the world was like these pretty doves,
Even in the coldest cold,
The warmth of love

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Namaste lifts

Namaste
Love and light
Peace-filled days
And blissful
Nights

Friday, February 22, 2019

Do you know

do you know my friend the crow
he will tell you where to go.

Monday, February 18, 2019

hobbespeak

in case you are wondering about this and that
one thing for sure...
i am a cat.
and as a cat i have some rules
to go against my grain?
i pity the fools.
i have my humans wrapped around
my little paws.
just takes a bonk, a bite or a display
of my claws.
the world my oyster
i am the king of where
i go.
so feel free to say hi
but first let my people
know.
p.s. i live across the hall
from magic mikey da macaw

(we will never meet)
as appetizing and tempting a morsel as i ever saw
only kidding
i think
gotta run
and make my litter box stink

squirrelycurlyburly

why do you choose to bother me
can't you see i want some
privacy.

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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.