Sunday, September 29, 2019

how i see

how i see the world
where my living is done
do i find the time
perhaps there
is none.
or so i say
then fly
away.

we sit

we sit in silent
sunlit reverie
no thoughts
to contain
our harmony.

the little leaf

the little leaf,
its life suspended
as it waits to fall
now that summer
has ended.

Friday, September 27, 2019

the bee

the does not reconstruct
analyze
deconstruct
the bee does
what  it has to do.
a short, arduous existence
not punctuated by flights of
fancy...
purposeful
intentional



if a poem were like this flower

if a poem were like this flower,
exquisitely detailed in its simplicity.
a standard hard
to maintain.
perhaps a  glimpse of such
beauty is
not worth the
pain.
she asks herself,
perhaps
again.

Wednesday, September 25, 2019

trying

I begin to see what you mean to me
Although you did not want my company
I begin to see what i meant to you
A world of dreams that did not come true
Peace comes or does not on its
Own terms and in its own time
Though
Not as deliberate as this rhyme

Monday, September 23, 2019

garage eagles speakmore

from up here we see
your metal boxes
go by.
when we hear your sounds
up here,
we fly.
but if one of us
is slower
and moves, last,
can you be more careful
no need to drive
so fast!!!!

garage eaglespeak

consider us as you will.
but we are here,
surviving still.
so at least can
you appreciate
how we love life, too
we are sentient beings
just like you!

water

water drops
don't ever stop.
the beauty we miss
is by nature,
kissed.

Sunday, September 22, 2019

the bugs of bond parc





the bugs of bond park
doing what they do
as cars and people
busily stream through.

Friday, September 20, 2019

until


we are the last
the season almost
passed.
time comes and goes
why,
only heaven knows.

Monday, September 16, 2019

garage eagle cubbyhole love


it is you i see
when my heart
seeks home.

footsbird ballet too

if life were a symphony
of rhythm and rhyme
how would you dance
away
your time.

we world

the world outside confuses
not perhaps what one chooses
but partners you and i
as we perch and or fly.
together,
nobody loses.

Saturday, September 14, 2019

wafting kisses

a wafting kiss
an anemone on land
a sweet remembrance
always on hand.

Friday, September 13, 2019

monarch-e

the time has come to go on the wing
migration nears.

leaf crawls

leaf crawls
across a ground
once warm
getting colder
the mixed bag
of less time
and the wisdom
of getting
older.

Monday, September 9, 2019

my world, illuminated

my world illuminated
by the loving colors
of your heartspectrum.

dove in clouds

doves live with
their heads in
the clouds
no braggadocio
never too loud.
they flit


between
reality and dreams
life is never really
as it seems.

depression

depression does not choose.
does not care if you win or lose
does not care if you are rich
or poor.
depression will knock on
any door.
so please if you know somebody
or are perhaps depressed
reach out
please
do not
play close to the vest.
so do not make
choices that cannot be
undone.
there really is enough
love out there
for everyone.



little red

little red
rests her head
upon this warm
and leafy bed

we hide

we hide
yet seen we want to be
amongst the soft and
welcoming greenery
life at times so contradictory.

Friday, September 6, 2019

i will protect your heart

i will protect your  heart
so fragile and tender
together in love
we will never
surrender.

flocklife

flocklife beautiful
seems to be
a lesson for
humanity.
how far away it seems
but we can dream

featherleaf bouquet

featherleaf bouquet
imaginings on the way.
so bright how nature
loves to play.

Thursday, September 5, 2019

flower pretends to be a pineapple

flower pretends to be a pineapple
just a trip to another mindset
for a little while.

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

trees do not


trees do not budge
trees do not hold
a grudge.
they stand in lengthy silence
and they never judge.

i dreamed of waters

i dreamed of waters
gracefully dancing
around the rocks
in nature's caress.

buglife


from flower to flower
we flit
little time to sit
this is a bug's life.
yes, that is it.


waters smooth

waters smooth
waters soothe

osprey life








osprey life is exemplary
they really are a family
they raise their young
to live independently
and to survive
most capably,
with loyalty
an osprey
i would like
to be.

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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.