the tired upon my eyes

the tired upon my eyes,
the aching in my head.
the brain does it hues
and cries,
the body, crying for
a bed.

red leaves and bright berries

she sees red leaves and bright berries,
to dig herself out of the dark.
to make herself merry,
to awaken the quark.
to run from the sparkless

world she does not
comprehend,
an escape from the torment
that does not seem to end.
to hide from the ones
who cannot read her signs,
a safe harbor from sorrows,
created by her
own mind...

                                                 photo taken apres yoga

raindrops and white petals

raindrops and white petals
fall from the sky,
they live in their moments,
they never ask why.

photo taken today

how...

how lovely a place this world
could be,
if humans had a sense of
humanity.

pompom planet

i wish there was a happy place,
where we could rest in gentle
space,
surrounded by beautiful pinks,
yellows and blues,
softest lavenders,
kind, rainbow hues.
vibrant reds, warm tones
of green,
rusts, browns,sweet
ambers.
my inner eye
has seen.

photo taken this morning

rabbit flowerkiss

rabbit flowerkiss
we would not miss,
a day so lovely
and as warm
as this♥

the power of spring in an urban landscape

between towers of concrete,
reaching so high.
it is the beauty of spring,
that really touches
the sky☺☻

photo taken today

sleep eludes

sleep eludes,
the minutes crawl,
overwhelmed,
by most if
not all.

there are

there is a moment when things seem smooth,
heart and mind are in the groove,
the inner peace, although not real,
at least she can pretend
it is something she feels.
then her heart again rails
inside her chest,
beating louder,
putting her to the

test.
she runs in circles
for the silence she seeks.
and for a moment,
that quiet inside her,
peaks.

to the powers that be in japan...do the best that you can

your nation has been through fury
and wrath,
nuclear meltdowns, tsunamis.
too much thrown in your path.
your people suffered, ached,
heartbroken,
they cried.
so many loved ones, missing
and died.
dolphins feel the same sorrows
as you.
they love, they mourn,
it is up to you,
to show them the kindness
that lives in your hearts,
please stop the taiji slaughters
now before it once again,
starts.

happy earth day

we celebrate our glorious earth each day we are blessed to open our eyes and see her☺♥☻

once upon

once upon a time, well spent,
i sat, mulling over my accomplishments.
a second past, the list was done.
the pages, empty,  as
there were none.
then in reflection, my values
realigned,
and that sense of failure,
uncrossed my mind.

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what it is...or is it

what is the reality of what you see.
is what you see a reality.
if another does not see something
as you do,
is one perception false,
the other, true.
or perhaps absolutes
are more grey than the
extremes,
tinged with green,
from our hopes.
disappointments

and dreams.

photo taken today outside of yoga studio

the terror ism

they walk among us,
death is their master,
they live to destroy,
to maim, to create
disaster,
heartless, mindless
vicious and cruel,
they think they are righteous
but they are the devil's
fools.

the hole

the hole i dug,
some help from you.
a not so gentle shove,
that pushed me through.
regrets that linger,
that fester with time,
as my aching fingers,
pound out this rhyme.

we save(d)

we save them, but in more ways than there are stars in the sky, animals really save us♥

the world is really a scary place

the world is really a scary place,
the little girl sighed, her hands
over her face.
it moves too fast, it gets dark.
it gets loud.
then those silences again,
feeling like a shroud.
those moments when she
stands frozen in fear.
unable to run
crying get me away
from here.
those lulls between the
tangled
knots and twirls,
where she almost feels
like a normal little
girl.

for all of those who choose to kill

 to whomever thinks that they can solve problems this way,
the rest of us have something to say.
spilling innocent blood only reflects on you,
nobody cares what you think, just
what you do.
so basically the world shouts
a big f*ck you

she closed

she closed her eyes,
as if to say,
i wish this all
would go
away

snowflowers..for boston

we are the flowers of the snow,
sadly today, we will not grow.
more blood was shed on
earth's precious soil,
the evil one has again
uncoiled.
our hearts are aching
for those who cry.
our hearts are breaking
for those who died.

garage eagles

we build our nests.
we will survive.
we share a world,
hard to stay alive.
with cold steel buildings,
where trees once stood,
our aeries sit,
on concrete,
not wood.
our babies hatch,
with car lullabies.
we want them all
to live,
but some will die.

photos taken in the municipal garage

buds and shadows

buds and shadows,
growth anew.
what lives inside
and outside of you.
worlds, unspoken,
yet silent, not.
trying to get
out from under.
the whys,hows,
wheres
and whats.

 photo taken on the way home

what i missed

what i missed was not knowing who
you would be,
but i knew you were a
part of me.
what  i missed
was your wonder,
the world that you learned,
living and feeling each
slight toss or turn.
i missed being a shoulder
to lean on, to cry,
when things got
confusing as the world
tumbled by.
what i missed were
your victories,
be they large
or small.
what i missed was the joy
of loving them all.
so the empty walks with me,
though quieter, now.
what i missed was a
never
and would never be now.
i will not miss today
or the search for the light.
i feel when he holds me,
and

tells me
goodnight.

rainflowers

our colors, like sunshine,
need help from the rain.
those precious waters.
we need to sustain.

photo taken on the way home from yoga

we are colors

we are yellow, red and green,
we are here in winter,
although we cannot yet
be seen.
we wait in sweet silence.
ready to appear,
as spring warbles it song
so colorful and clear.

photo taken 4-11-2013 outside apartment building

and when

and when the final tally is made,
won't matter if you were the player
or the played.

breathe regroup

breathe, regroup.
there is no defeat.
sometimes there is
joy,
in taking the back seat.
watching the world,
with another at the
helm.
able to, at last,
enjoy the
earth and
its realm.

re: birth

life begins from the ground up☺♥☻

photo taken 4-8 outside yoga studio

rara avis

rara avis,
beauties of the sky,
magic and wonder.
why do you have
to die.
as humans keep going
oblivions surprise,
thinking they are all knowing,
but not seeing before their
eyes.

i think i have to write a poem

i think i have to write a poem,
to bring all these hard feelings,
home.
to sort out what cannot be
organized,
a door that opens, but no there is
prize.
a window drafty, but the wind
died down.
a mindset, not crafty but
still living in town.
a laugh a minute,
but afraid of clowns.

rapt

wrapped in the beauty of the burgeoning spring

embrace

♥ embrace difference and grow from the wisdom of your open heart ♥

NO STOP

put away your guns, toys they are not.
living things die, when they are shot.
they also bleed and cry out in pain.
to find pleasure in such horrors,
one must be insane!!!

april 4th is world stray animals day

today we celebrate every stray,
and wish each one a happy
home someday☺♥☻

breathe in breathe out

breathe in.

breathe out.
it is a gift
to respire.
savor each
breath.
as it fuels
life's desire.