Disclaimer: This post is from three weeks ago. Whether i agree or disagree with these thoughts today or tomorrow… well, they happened. And i write them down, for good or bad. My words and I, we belong to each other, united in this marriage for the long haul. Good luck to me… right? I know…
Popping on to WP… to say HI! And to give everyone who follows my blog an update as to what I HOPE happens in 2019. First, and foremost, I have missed all of you lovely poets, artists and dreamers… HOPE you are well and busy as my world has been quite busy too. Beyond moving…
A piano came with the house. And I sat down with wonder. How does one play a song? Through arched fingers i pound, as elegantly as possible. Or as angrily as appropriate. The sound reverberates around. Or did it begin, start within, to flow through my veins? And perch a tune on fingertips? Yes! piano…
i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me. “Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.…
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I read this article… Is this our world? Here is my heart reaction, in words. This is equally tragic as 9/11. The voices of those dead in Chicago cry out for us to take action. How do we react? We dissect each tragedy and look…
wish i understood perhaps, i do deep inside light eminates a bushel covered instincts reside beside, i fathom the mystery of life… to shine! the grumblings of earth, surface lay bare the charred forest scattered to four corners the huddled masses break free and rejuvinate spirit… to be! communion of souls, breathe a hush spreads…
for the longest time i sought a chair wooden and sturdy now resting alone in the forest it sits bare the glowing gown seen through and torn resembles more the air breezy and blown four circles rising above the center of all
A new experience presented itself within a community to celebrate positive energy. This was most of the group’s first time being together. The hour started with rhythmic drum beats mimicking the heart’s life force. There were 15 of us, each with a drum and another percussion instrument. This video is the third of four sets,…
Where to start? It is as if my life is being lived in one day… with no way to slow down. Juggling between need-to-do and want-to-do and compromising. All this beauty is descending upon my head in rocket speed… the town i have moved to is bursting at the seems with poetry and dance. Harvard…
Generations. To profess belief in simple faith and be left to wander the perilous gate… held ajar, wide open. The future bleak… shall the narrow door shut in time… before utter and complete destruction. Ideally, we all could get along. Some stronger. Others weaker. The problem is truth cannot be relative. Either murder is wrong…
