salt sprays of pleasure
ghosting footprints in sieved sands
waves of indulgence
June 8 is world ocean day. And what better way to show appreciation of the ocean’s influence in our lives than to capture the day in photographs.
Oceans
Author: Jeanne
Outburst
Sending out shockwaves
of peace
nothing to shoot down
with drones.
Spirit of Place
in a search
that brought me here
upon a helm
of transformation
to cleanse my thoughts
of introspection
and focus on people’s healing
the task is naught
i often fear
then hope arrives upon the clouds
to shelter us from sudden doom
and resume our fervent cry
in hopes the heavens hear
the daily drumbeat we supply
Last night i took the time to acknowledge how grateful i am for all this beauty surrounding my senses. Peace resides here. And within my body.
There will always be turmoil in the world. We must search for the presence of the Creator in whatever place we call home.
Morning Walk
sun rise rests on fog
fullness of heart’s gratitude
let the day begin
Ocean
Tussilago farfara
There is no where I feel as at home than by the ocean. The seaweed stretches to reach the foot that otherwise wobbles on land. Words fail to describe the ecstasy. If you could hold happiness, you could hold me. But sand slips through fingers and salt water breezes brush past man.
Lupine: Vast Imagination
growing through the rocky crags
pushing through the stagnate drags
towering over the distant snags
to let the world finally see me.
Front Doors
Daily walks produce
a scattering of petals
meant to pave day’s peace
A need exists
We often know the future
the sky speaks of what is to come
and yet we fail to read the faces passing us by
everyday the sun sinks further
into our bellies of gluttony
seeking pleasure at the expense of our neighbor.
Chamomile
delightful season
center in on your mellow
keep being the light
“Restrain an inordinate desire for knowledge, in which is found much anxiety and deception. Learned men always wish to appear so, and desire recognition of their wisdom. But there are many matters, knowledge of which brings little or no advantage to the soul.” —Thomas A. Kempis
Summer High
Never mind the lucky clover
we drew up plans under the sycamore
the sun directly above our heads
white buds erupted with sweet
the day we first met.
seasons: a poetic journey 