Ascend (a photo challenge)


I would love to know what squirrels think, when they see a person walk by, who suddenly stops when they hear their chatter above; stop, dig, reach in, snap, stare and stare and stare. Move along… For any length of time, no doubt, that squirrel is surveying an escape route. But you must question why the squirrel said anything to begin with, if he did not want company?

Not to worry, I did not ascend that tree.


Hands in the Garden aka Grumpy Gorman Picture used with permission.

and cracks leak out
low beams -higher
running scared
you ask me, wondering. If?

If? If i flew
with feathers worn,
should i fly over the valleys
witness the undergrowth, what then?

There are no answers
social moors to follow
beautiful black and white
the curves of anatomy revealing.

Our words
like cutting out paper dolls
trimming a leg -because
pants fit too tight. If.

This picture spoke. I talked back. Feathers are what I see. At the moment. Landscapes always change. The painting is called “in the brush”.

Thank you Mr. Gorman for allowing the picture to post on my blog.

keep her

Believe, keeper of time
grow into yourself, dear friend
allow moments of bliss
the tortuous dance to stop.

Teach, a shot in the dark
boiler points of contention
forbid fancy words
to clutter your head.

Believe, keeper of time
welcome fantastical hearts
tantalize bramble, brush and thorn
paths three crooked sisters walk.

Reach into the abyss
awakening black hole
grow a sound spirit
blithely whole.

Believe, keeper of time
toil at desk and chair
paper and pen in hand
whimsically play.

Preach to hearts
faith moves in towards
open space of clouds
where light unfolds.


Worldly baggage
turns corner
jolting suffering stranger
“Help carry?”

Unload your mess
onto a naive bystander
with no rhyme or reason.
A desperate effort.

Fulfill their craving
accepting more
than you would like to know.
Vacant stare!