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…
boots trample the snow hexagonal brilliant flakes lightly grace the sky
first attempt Veiled Love Let me join in dreams Stir a night of stars Lost! my way in thoughts of you Honeyed, sullen skies. ———– Teaching myself to make felted landscapes. Landscape. —noun a section or expanse of rural scenery, usually extensive, that can be seen from a single viewpoint.
The way to blue easily travailed. The happy path lingers sways a brush of cheek. Through cracks seen distance perched upon dire thoughts direction whisks shooting stars past lost scars. Tails of disaster i carelessly imagine ride the rails. My darkness exists -allowed to push away… i grasp the dangling strings held tight to watch…
I discovered a new artist. I love when that happens. No time to write this morning… but before i head out the door, i wanted to share what i have been listening to the past few weeks. Love, my WP friends… love j🧡
Read more The images you erect in my mind could build temples and cities…
your words are poetry too stagnant in my mood not sure how to respond should i rake the leaves leave them to mulch against the chilled wind ready to depart east to west rolling rock down the hill i am
you birth words in my heart excite nerve endings as no one else can and to be without will only pain. forever.
it really is all about control if i lose control -of myself you certainly will try to control me Like this lady, i enjoyed my day at the Museum of Fine Arts. It was the last weekend of a Klimt/Schiele exhibit i did not want to miss. My fav Klimt drawing exhibited. The innocence and…
As easy as you came, you left. knew me yesterday how will -you know me today
