red squirrel pauses from nut hunt, sits on hind legs front paws held in prayer Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
You appreciate themoonwhen it is a faintsliver beforesunrisethat you would have missedhad you not been up in thedarkto comfort Star Baby I found this poem I jotted down early, early one morning. Star Baby was our cat for 20 years. At the end she needed lots of care but also gave much love back. She … More Star Blessings
I did my best to make him smile it wasn’t much; he loved my try when amused, which is so rare his blaze of laughter fills the air like music from a joyous buddha all I can say is hallelujah This poem was inspired by Leonard Cohen’s song of the same title. Listen to one … More Halleluja
I hung up a poem put in a frameto read again as I pass it each day As a child I caught fireflies in punctured-lid jarsbut at bedtime I’d let them free to go play Frames can highlight beautyjars can capture the fleeting So, I’ll frame my life with intentionslid opened for serendipity
cool August morning prelude to hot afternoon ephemeral breeze Graphic is an original watercolor painting.
Language is painted with brush strokes of silence – paused punctuation between sentences, breath of white space between words coating of what is said that envelops what is not said Silence, hear it to know how to listen This poem was inspired by Hearing Silence in Tricycle. Photo courtesy of Pixaby
night sky pricked with stars likelihood that I will see waning crescent moon ~ appear in the celestial dome ~ night sky greyed with clouds likelihood that I will feel cooling summer night Photo by Benjamin Voros courtesy of Unsplash
I have a poem I want to writecomposed while in the bed last night Planned to write it down at dawnbut overslept and now it’s gone Check out Profound Revelation, a poem I posted in 2015 on a similar topic. Photo by Kinga Cichewicz courtesy of Unsplash
the mirror stands in the cornerreflects an image of how I appear ~ so I greet my Self with a welcome smile ~ knowing tucked deep withinwhat no mirror can reflect, my heart * Read more about this poetic form in an article from Shadow Poetry called Puente. Photo by Taylor Smith courtesy of Unsplash
Sunlight prismed through beveled glasscast color-auras on the walls Bathed in joy of sun’s bent colorshe approached to offer affection with rainbows on his forehead Photo from my personal collection, altered through Corel’s Paint Shop Pro