Monday, April 29, 2019

a touch a tentacle

a touch a tentacle
kindness reaching
perhaps received
perhaps beseeching

Sunday, April 28, 2019

soft pretty, read

soft pretty, read
the sky peers through
the warming filters
that reds, do.

poynt ed

pointed truths
seldom soothe.

Saturday, April 27, 2019

or

large or small,
who is in charge
of it all.

Thursday, April 25, 2019

find your

find your soul in
all the little places.
hiding behind your
many faces.

Monday, April 22, 2019

if every

if every tear, into a flower made
each petal a remembrance
now slightly scented with
gentle hues
to heal
the
blues.

sit

to sit is such a luxury
we do not get that
often in pigeonry.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

side beside

although to some it may appear
i stand behind the one so dear
in truth we stand side beside
with a tad of shyness
along for the ride.

Friday, April 19, 2019

when upon your face

when upon your face i see,
erased,
all the sadness that was
my space.
i see the love that was once
denied.
the cheeks now smiling
where once i cried.


the time

the time of winter(yay)
is gone
spring is here
so sing along.

springsquirrel

ooh i loves the sounds of spring
humans rustling paper and dropping
food things.
here i hide in ambush mode...
that bad o peanuts you are holding
come on and gimme some o those

hearthought

the moments pass as the tears softly fall,
life at its most precious, after all.
the love we share we feel we see.
the love that unites us all as family.
so even when sorrow takes the helm,
there is beauty and peace, here and in heaven's realm.

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

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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.