Posted in 2018

You were built from the Stones🥀 RIP

You were built from the stones

No proof needed, open ended

But before you go off aimlessly

Wandering through the forests

Of sandalwood, and high places

I will take off my glasses

Watchful as a big cat

For the sound of footprints

Lest on too close sight, I miss this

Darling illusion, which struck fear and terror into me.

The art of losing is not too hard to master

I desired my dust to eventually mingle with yours

Anticipating the splash,

The forsaken cry ,  a rock skipped on water

Rippling, then smoothing the Holy surfaces

Knowing that I have left mine too late

Misjudged your frailties

What draws friends together

To never be alone forever.

Posted in 2018

Stuck in Concrete Walls vcl©

I am stuck in concrete walls/  nothing natural / I press the remote button / nature sounds emanate / from the lonely TV / stretched out on the wall.

Crickets, bird songs, cicadas trill / basking in the warm summer sun /not real / but the memories of real / somehow soothe my soul.

The sonorous splash of waves / that beat upon the shore / the screech of hungry gulls / intersperse the musical crescendos / seed heads of wind tossed crabgrass jiggle / the surfer intently gliding /all crashing down /to silence.

My heart aches / for the generations to come / who will have no real memory / and are forever stuck /beating against concrete walls.

Posted in 2018

Till Spring 🌬 vcl©️

It is the time of year again

I hear the autumn call

In the cool brisk north wind

The whispering willows

Do their thing

Dropping leaves that cover

Things that will not be found

Till spring. And the last birds sing.

 

Those birds, they sing of everything

They have seen, soaring near and far

Flying high as they return

From whenst they came

Stealing grain, singing of

The journey home again

Slipping away to warmer climes

Life renewed. On the other side.

Posted in 2018

The right words~ simply💫

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.⠀   Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums⠀

I can identify with Jack. Sometimes in an attempt to find the right words that will allow me to communicate with you, dear readers,  I find myself with nothing to say. Nothing. Sometimes that makes my friends and family nervous. Because it’s  not that I don’t have words. I have tons of words. Words that weave and dance, that caress and cajole but usually they are more complicated than I wish. I occasionally need to look for simple.

So I went to the sea, Cuba. Sunshine. Sand. Sleep.

Simple.

I went to the sea today

Raised finger tips

to sun kissed lips

Tasted the salt

Of a thousand tears

Words that have never been heard

 Just evaporated, disappeared.

~I feel recharged. We are and then we are not. Simple as that. 💫

 

 

 

 

Autumn leaves & pumpkins please🎃

  Autumn

leaves us

floating on winds

drifting around and down

golden

Vcl©️

Don’t worry, we aren’t decorating for autumn in our home quite yet, but it was fun pulling a few things out the other day when I was rearranging the storage room. I was excited to find my box of pumpkin carvers. It is an art in our family and we look forward to the pre-planning …picking the design, finding the right pumpkin, exploring new ideas and dream of spice and everything nice.

Wait for more fun pics 🎃 friends.

But first I’m packing those suitcases I dragged from the storage room with summer clothing and flip flops.

Yeah Cuba….see you soon!❤️