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
I am the moonthe moon is mewe hide in daylight,slivered, until webecome full I am the moonthe moon is mewe wax and wanebut always come backfull cyclean eclipse may disrupthere and there butmostly the change is constant I am the moon the moon is mewe reflect the worldin which we exist and make shimmering sunlightupon … More Moon and Me
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
Balloons, bubbles, and backyard bouncingnew baby cousin watches with wonderbirthday celebration on my backyard neighbor’s deckseen from my back window From the front window another scenefriends and family with plates of foodofferings for grieving survivors ofmy across-the-street neighbor who died Me, in between the two housesisn’t that how it is?birth and joydeath and griefwith vicissitude … More Sandwiched
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
Baggy shorts, jammies top bare feet, messy bun ceiling-fan breeze on my neck sipping lemon water Watching neighbor’s sprinkler make prisms on wet grass trying to enjoy the heat longed for last December What a cool cool way to spend this hot, hot summer day To all my friends and family in the Pacific Northwest, … More Cool Heat
In a world of habitual wanting more money, less aging, promotion, we find ourselves trapped within a consciousness of lack We are able to shift this perception, though from focusing on what we are lacking to a perception of seeing abundance focused instead on our blessings We get to breathe, others love us we have … More Abundance
When I look at stars on a clear nightI know the light I see maybe emitted a million years pastmight come from a now-extinct starby the time its light reaches my eyesbut I notice the light and sigh When awakened by the bird singing outside my windowI know the trill I hear has already ceasedby the time it reaches my earbut I notice the song and sigh When I feel my exhalationdispersed into a breezeI know that particular breathis already gone foreverbefore I inhale againbut I notice the life and sigh * Bardo is the Tibetan term for the intermediate state or gap we experience between death and our … More Bardos*
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
