Jeanne©️ time passes the grail rusted nails held against me squeaky hinges fail This bird and I. The eyes capture all. His advice? Don’t shut the door on seeing. Listen, and the mystery of life will rise up to greet you. There is no greater act than to love. Norm 2.0 Thursday Doors
Tag Archives: poetic living
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.
I really never know
The vibrations flowing through my body are quite strong. An earthquake shakes my thoughts. The sudden creative rush stops me from moving. I reach to pick up a pen. Stare out the window to watch a storm approach from the west. The mountain encased by fog. Neither of us, pen or mind, can function. WeContinue reading “I really never know”
Ive been meaning too.
Sometimes life expects us to make confessionals. My list happens to be growing as I recollect events that I am sorry for. For instance, in the midst of my grief, shortly after learning my brother John had taken his life, I stole a plant. A flowering plant at a local grocery store. The reasoning beingContinue reading “Ive been meaning too.”
Week in Review (B&W)
Camellia Days (FOTD)
midwinter folly windows cage the sun to bloom soften indifference Cee’s Flower of the Day
Week in Review (B&W)
swimming hole
i’m usually not found intentionally rhyming poetry happens around you and me, i swim gleefully through
Week in Review (B&W)
Forward Movement
what is this feeling lost in overgrown forest peaceful memories one thunderous step an animal heart beat song marches left, then right
