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.

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.

swan lake...not

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

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.

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.

Little frio too

Little frio

Perhaps in thought 

An image and a moment 

So glad my camera 

Caught

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

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

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 

Away

away to start
A brand new day

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. 

Sparrow pudgepot

Sparrow pudgepot ready to sing

Chill in the air 

With traces of spring

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

Beauty corner

Beauty in a corner 

Illuminate my life

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.

The confusion that sits

the confusion that sits
Where am I
In all of it

Winter floes

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

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.

Winter whites

Winter whites 

Juxtaposed

Greens and burnished

Frozen golds.

Not by cold

Not by cold nor late life

Winter  touched 

your beauty 

Ever lasting,