Printmakers paper, acrylics, ephemera, found leaves, coffee stains, and a piece of my poetry. With painted pages ready to add additional words, feathers, pressed flowers or leaves, and whatever else a heart desires. Found in the Lost Pile of Civility (Jan 2019)Seems to meas we slowly declinewe beat around the bushcontemplate how to survive.Generations realizeContinue reading “Woodland Echoes”
Tag Archives: memories
Melody —Senryū
seeking familiarloneliness settles towards pitchthe strum of a string https://youtu.be/OmKCb9LcEoM https://youtu.be/kIB7a7f_keQ https://youtu.be/Ny6QK_E5BrY Yesterday. I once played this song continuously on the guitar I bought myself in high school. As a teen, my summer days were spent babysitting for a divorced mom who worked for The Braille School in Milwaukee WI. The family came from NewContinue reading “Melody —Senryū”
First Hint
His words appearedas green shootsin frozen brownand I waltzed intothe memory of smell,a fragrance he once woreon the crisp autumn air. The seasoning chimes and the raw breath released,he floated away with mecurving through the cumulusand running breeze.
Under Her
each chip stacked she took another minute deciding which one next to eat while the sun rose higher and i sat silent waiting for rain
storm to safety
winding up to blow over everyone and everything that stands in my way… i sense no path -forward or backward isolated in a forest with overgrown fears closing in surrounding my feet i change my mind -escape and morph into another hiding once more an invisible ticket expired and worn barely readable the conductor putsContinue reading “storm to safety”
john
he says not your friend but he cannot fathom the depth of his words carved on stone “goodbye” my weakest point and i tremble at being alone even in my happiness tears well knowing he is gone —– I sincerely hope he finds what he is seeking. What he believes he needs. 😚😇
ramble on
i may never meet such a man -again covered in satin words edged in diamonds born in his throat the fire sparked through never heard a syllable the rat-a-tat-tat -thunder our hearts beating faster he hides in my hair a stinger barette left behind to chew
A Guy Called Bloke…
via Secret Journal Musings Learning to laugh (even if it is not hilarious because we were hurt) and not take ourselves too seriously, makes for a happy heart. Rory is taking our human fallibility and giving it to us as medicine. Thanks friend!! Life is too short to become bitter.
shock therapy
Going to get all crazy on WP
9:10 am (Eastern time) Reading over Facebook Memories, lol 😝 and noticed a post from February 10, 2012. Sometimes Facebook can be a blessing. Yes? 9:19 am (Eastern time) Share past post and wrote an epilogue: Not sure I ever finished these thoughts on RISK… funny how my mom continually told me i was aContinue reading “Going to get all crazy on WP”
