Poetry Prompt

Posted on 01/14/202001/14/2020 Posted in Music Video, Photography, PoetryTagged 1000 words, dreamscapes, Kashmir Led Zeppelin performed by Johannesburg Youth Orchestra, listening well, perception, soundscapes, this writing life, writers are readers2 Comments

“My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
When movin’ through Kashmir” Page, Plant, Bonham

Absence and Yearning

Posted on 01/13/2020 Posted in Photography, PoetryTagged dreamscapes, journey, listening well, meaning of life, this writing life, who am ILeave a comment

The wooden bowl
lay empty on the shelf
cracked open as a bloom
the dry air breathless, unspoken.

She felt presence
on the water
a cloudy configuration appeared
floating into her mind.

Where we wander is home.

Disappear

Posted on 01/07/202001/07/2020 Posted in Poetry, prose, quotesTagged courage, dreamscapes, follow your heart, Jane Austen, journey, listening well, meaning of life, old soul, this writing life, who am I3 Comments

I am.

I have not left home. Not yet. Not until tomorrow morning. I hope the coming days in Florida prove restful.

To be stuck in between dreams, for years, leaves me wanting to disappear while I finish off old memories and crave new ideas. To remain in limbo leaves me off kilter.

In Jane Austen’s Persuasion, proper manners, community, and romance fills the pages. But also spirit. I could easily fit into Jane’s 19th century.

I am. I am trying. Bending. Breaking. Falling. Obsessing over miles. The years span as eagle’s wings.

Praying. Mumbling. Beseeching spirits to know more! Craving what I cannot drink today. Reaching for the chalice far away.

This is a great start. I can persuade myself to step out and discover. To be my own heroine and find my future.

I am. Leaving, I disappear.

I am not. Now gone. I sail away on Calypso.

Dawned on Me

Posted on 01/07/2020 Posted in Musings, PoetryTagged dreamscapes, humor, listening well, meaning of life, mental well-being, this writing life, who am I6 Comments

persuasion

Posted on 01/07/202001/07/2020 Posted in Photography, PoetryTagged dreamscapes, friendship, listening well, meaning of life, mental well-being, Senryū, this writing life, who am I2 Comments

fickle creation
art packaged in politics
torn, tinged, bruised, and ruined

What if?

Posted on 01/07/202001/07/2020 Posted in Art, Musings, Poetry, quotesTagged be, community, dreamscapes, friendship, journey, listening well, make art, meaning of life, Shakespeare, this writing life, who am I, wordsLeave a comment

Life is a tragedy until you make it a comedy. –Me

I love storytelling and dance and the creativeness of being. There is purpose in art. There is a reason we have an imagination.

But ever more, I feel squeamish at the way we are being manipulated in our thoughts by the shimmer of fame and the fortune of a few. I cry because there is a huge disconnect in Hollywood and the fortress built. I fear community adrift in a stranger’s dreams.

Perhaps we lack courage to live. Perhaps our obsession to be entertained leaves us morally weak. Fame abandons. When their story ends, what is left? Lights out and doors shut. We are left wandering and wondering what the purpose of Hollywood is all about. Hollywood feels so empty.

I say this having always wanting to be a dancer. It is in my soul to create. There is exhilaration being on a stage. Being loved for the love you create. Oh, but fleeting love.

I agree with Shakespeare that all of life is a stage. Perhaps we should admire our neighbor. Listen to their stories and be mesmerized by their dance. What if we do? What if we too share our dreams and hopes and make art?

One of the many reasons I love online blogging. We can participate in one of life’s magic elixirs, words! Cheers! J🌱