flowerpretty

flowerpretty
what do you
see.
for our world
do you feel
sympathy.

the power of ONE

a precious life
saved
even one...
the healing of
the world
has begun.

the lore of swans

if swans we be
so loyally
as we swim
and create
our family.
our love a
flower
to weather
what may.
together we
share
each brand
new day.

concrete pillowalls...garage eagles

concrete pillowalls
a nest
palatial
at wings length
out there
a world
mysterious
and spacial.

rose, gate and shadows

pink rose decided
that she does not
dwell behind
the gate and shadow.
but that
they
bask in her
sweet, fragrant
lovelight.

garageaglelove

no ups no downs
no ins no outs
no games to play
no twists
no shouts.
perhaps this is
what love
should be
all about.

if the world

if the world were
a ball of
crystalline glass
our perceptions
would still be
guided

by the
colors of
who we are.

mantavision

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.

if by the moment judged i

if by the moment judged i

a tome not completed
the joys of each moment,
completely
defeated.

the language of the smiling heartbeat

the language of the
smiling heartbeat,
as it responds
to love and
loves in return...
the true universal.

the ladybug dreams of dragonfly

the ladybug dreams she is
a dragonfly.
soft pastel moments
floating by.
as on her loving
leaf sits she.
dreaming each
color,
as it would be
if she did not
awaken from
her reverie.

a love measured in glass

a life and a love
measured in glass.
images, meanings
never to pass.

how unfar

how unfar the view of  emotional tunnel vision
fueled by anger and self-derision.
no desire to attempt the periphery.
lost in the trap of it is all
about me.
while great panoramas
of worlds, collide.
in the grace and cacaphony
of the outside.

the red flower petals

our existence
unfolds
like red
flower petals.
each one a
breath
in the
flowerlife
we are.

of wisps and wonders

of wisps and wonders
missed steps and
blunders.
chances we take.
choices we make.
movements
of still.
now or
until....

peace love and beakybites

namaste,
love and light,
peace-filled days
and blissful nights

behind the flowers

behind the flowers
each petal kissed
by soft words
unspoken.

squirrel life

the squirrel runs
up and down
sometimes
he gets
to look
around.
foraging
hiding
looking
for nuts...
oh well,
the squirrel
is just
like us.

garage eagle summer babies

we are getting bigger
soon we will fledge
the world looks
safe and smaller
from this
ledge.

to he

to he,
graceful flowers
she be.
love flowing
fragance
so
wonderfully.

for all shelter babies and those who love them

mikey(and his progress) so rewarding each day. yes he is nervous at times...so what, so am i...each step he takes, each new thing he tries, each sweet little emotion and response to us...priceless and healing in more ways than i can possible enumerate by words. yes he plucked but his little nakey self is adorable in our eyes...we just feel bad he went through so much before a helping wing rescued him. are shelter birds damaged...how do you define damage...seems that surviving the worst and being willing, however long it takes, to try again is the very opposite of damaged. we look at mikey and cannot imagine anyone not loving him and we are grateful every day for AHW sharing this little gift with us. so anyone out there looking for a companion animal, regardless of species...please go to a shelter...there is more love in those cages and eyes, more hope...it is an honor to adopt such a being...share your hearts. homes and be thus honored!
my story: https://www.facebook.com/104800036217714/photos/a.146918818672502.20849.104800036217714/840528555978188/?type=3&theater
♥
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in whiteness pinkness

in the whiteness pink
afraid to blink
lest the outer
visual
becomes
residual.

the wild that was her heart

the wild that was her heart.
that which grew unchecked,
unchanged.
unbent and unbroken.

new-anced

the shades of love
nuanced, soft
send

the sensing
singing,
and the spirit
aloft.

the prince rock

around leaves in flourish
by his strong foundation,
nourished.

fly away

fly away before
the clouds
of memories
and past
heartaches
turn into shrouds.
let them go
so you can soar.
better and higher
than before.
a task not easy
to achieve...
but doable
if you believe.

dark and light

we simplify with
the construct
of dark and light.
extolling the day
at times vilifying
the night.
but there is beauty
in repose
as well grace
as sunlight
grows.
sometimes
dark days ignore
what the night light
knows

re: volved

if love revolved around the sun,
there would be no pain for anyone.
no cruelties ever perpetrated
a planet aligned with all elated.

a flower

a flower does not care about
nor live for time.
a flower needs no reason
and has no reason to rhyme.
a flower just lives
from day to day.
from bud until
each petal
falls away.

senses surge

how her senses surge
in the summer rain.
she becomes 15
again.
her world and problems
teenage tall...
but now they do not
seem large,
at all.
she walks
she drifts
to where she
has been.
as she strolls

with a summer
grin.

never lossed

love, never forgotten, never lost.
not by tempest, nor stars,
however crossed.
not but time nor circumstance..
embraced goodness until the last dance.

if questioned

if questioned by
the inevitable,
i only answer to
the veritable.
a verse and
averse to much..
no time for nonsense,
such.

the grace of forget...for R

she felt inside her head
like paper mache...
what just happened
just went away.
and yet, she remembered
old yesterdays.
strings she ties.
lists to keep her
life on some
sort of
track.
there was no looking
forward...
and no chance to
go back.
but she tries
to hold onto
herself as
much as she can
the grace of forget,
wherever
she
stands.

regenerating

the deep, regenerating breath
that makes all things
brighter and
more doable,
makes our inner
pallet smile
and the outer
trappings,
less so.

by animussed

people need to stop hating...hate festers and eats its host from within. to embrace hatred of one group is to possess the capacity to hate all. we are one race...the human race, and in our ignorance and missed directions, we are steering our eden toward oblivion. will it be too late before decency takes the helm and tolerance beats in our hearts.

a flower stands

a flower stands
as nature's poetic
the ebb and flows.
the heres and no
longers.
the rhyme where
a reason seems...
unseemly.

she sighed

she sighed
she cried
a wall of
purples
soothed
her spirit.

the colors

the colors of
her inner paradise,
so at odds with the
angry spectrum
outside.

the gentle reader

he reads within the confines
of his own space.
and mind, vast

and seeking
knowing
what it believes.
his council,
quiet and
self-contained,
with the laughter
and joy
he relishes.

you

the struggles,
too intense.
the joys,
few.
that was life,
before you.
awakened i was,
finally opening
my eyes.
life truly began,
when you arrived.

world elephant day

we celebrate world elephant day
and for their safety we work
and pray.
we honor their grace, their
intelligence.
a world without eles
would make no sense.
and in that spirit
our trunks we raise...
for elephants and
those who love
and protect them
the highest praise!!!

flowerwaterfallcascade

flowerwaterfallcascade
such plans they made.
changed by life tide
and what happens
inside.