camera

share your smile
let your voice carry
in silence, your whisper
burns in to my heart
i bury my life with you
saw the sun shine through
the winds… feel them blow
around us and we twirl

twirl until our wings no longer fly…

certainly no poem is ever finished… at least not until i am no longer able to change, erase, recite, replace

this view from my eyes…

i am not neglecting you. personal musings unleashed.

Sorry i have not had time to peruse your blogs. I am usually quite attentive. Of late i am swirling in personal obligations. Life is happening… again. I am fully alive and grateful to have passed through ten years of darkened days, oft taken for night. Days of sleep are now past. I am busy setting up a home in Massachusetts. Last week was spent in Cape Cod while our red oak floors were refinished. The floors are beautiful again. I am feeling beautiful too! 😍😘😊

Never have i felt so at peace. Not since Christmas 1990, when finally in 1995, i was awakened to grace and forgiveness… my rollercoaster emotions in 2008 took me drowning in feels of self-defeat. Grief. Guilt. Despair. A season of MDD with psychosis set in. Luckily minds change. So mine is too! For the better. A healing is happening in this house move.

I will get to your blogs. In time. I have not forgotten you. You matter. I will be by soon enough…

some of my time spent in art galleries…

Share your Story

Join Cee this Monday, July 9, 2018 and share your world…

What would you name the autobiography of your life?

Meet Me Outside

Which do you prefer sweet, salty or buttery?Β 

Salty.

What’s the finest education?

Although experience is the greatest teacher, it is often harsh. Reading living books as per the Charlotte Mason philosophy. One can survive reading a book.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?

Spent yesterday with a friend at the Institute of Contemporary Art/Boston, showed off my house and met her sister and brother-in-law.

pieces of me.

no lying converges
abandoned by family
he came along

willing, she loved
yielding, she wondered

anguish reaching years
his counsel tearing
desert hearts apart

tattered dress seams
left wholly unclean

brutally honest mind
history resists mending
living among rubble

April/May 2018

buried.

lie under,
stand over,
peer inside
answers

what is it
about burning…
remembering
and forgetting

a drag on a cigarette
pleasing…
squeezing life
from a stone

Dear diary
war is crumbling
this peaceful way,
children hungry for more than scoldings
growing food -alone.

She tells me
a warrior child
easily wounded,
her soul cries for man,
she tells me of the shelter
a cup and bread and blanket,
how he faced the end.

Great, great grandmother
Elizabeth her name,
proud to share the same.
Born ….. Died …..

Blackhawk and his squaws found peace in the hills and home of my GGGrandmother Elizabeth Gregg Matthes

Art of Conversation (reblog)

Art of Conversation 3-2-1 Quote Challenge

Hey πŸ‘‹πŸ» Good Day 🌞 Rory! Happy to participate and thank you kindly!! ✌🏼🎡🎢

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

Guy de Maupassant, France, short-story author

I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to someone I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

Holden Caufield, Catcher in the Rye

I should talk, but i’d rather not, for fear the chance i say something disagreeable and end dear friendships. Yes, i oft agree, conversations cannot be feared, as J.D Salinger trusted not his voice or modern translation amiss, Shakespeare becomes too rough for our time. Rather, conversations are art, when quaint and cheery, let us say… Bilbo Baggins, as he takes a puff on his pipe and embarks on a trek across lands. So, should you ask, inquire of me, i should like to talk… if given half a chance. Jeanne

You are cordially invited to participate. If you do, tag Aguycalledbloke. Thank you.

And Happy Independence Day to all Americans… let no monarchy thought, trap you into believing fairy-tale dreams come true. America is not Disney World as many are led to believe.

A short story I wrote – enjoy! (Reblog.)

β€˜β€™Have you ever heard of smiley face killers?’’ my friend asked.

β€˜β€™Smiley face killers?’’ I asked. β€˜β€™College-aged men who end up dead in the water, with signs of torture? Is this where your journalistic investigations have taken you now, Alice?’’

A short story I wrote – enjoy!

β€” Read on existentialtableau.wordpress.com/2018/06/27/a-short-story-i-wrote-enjoy/

personal musings unleashed

Every time you try fixing other’s problems, pride becomes the new problem. Let us call it a Savior’s mentality that becomes overblown. You may have your pet humanitarian projects… mine happen to be homeless women and children. My heart is ravished by their plight… but realistically i know my attempt to help is fruited by a few apples. I cannot carry a bushel when a peck is more than i can chew!

That hurts! What pains me even more are accusations of others who cannot possibly hear the ache creaking as i wallow in grief… no one wants to see endless pain… but who is the real culprit here? Those trying to better their lives or those willing to survive on eager means and hoping someone digs them out of misery? We all want pleasure… the ease of life. Is it right to rant against those who are able to enjoy life?

There are certainly those who have more than me. We all have problems. Even the richest person has to carry broken-down cars, fuel-guzzling planes and derailed trains. Who really carries the weight of this world?