went out for a drink with a girlfriend watched the rain, all morning admired the Plantagenet Hosta’s about to bloom bought poop bags & incense went for a walk sans dog and I talked to an old lost friend from the long ago ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Discover Challenge | The Poetry Of List-Making images edited with pixlr Continue reading What I Did That Day
you wake up one morning the sun the stars the moon are in the same place, almost. and nothing has changed. and everything is different. and you can feel and see and know. and how can you miss what you never had? but, you can, you do. and with my last breath my last sigh I will find you. Continue reading I Am Going To
And so I glided, underneath the canopy of trees, that runs along that forked river. With its yellow lines, and turns. I went to all the old haunts. The places, the faces. The memories. The past. There I found solitude. Here I found sin, and rejection. right there, I tried. There, right there, is where the one I let get away, lives. Maybe. Left, right, … Continue reading Portrait Of The Path
it drew me towards the soothing languishing rustling grasses and well worn paths. it teaches patience silence sacrifice. it asked and so I gave back something that was mine to give with the morning dew it blessed me. for the Weekly Photo Challenge | Cherry On Top Continue reading The Morning I Went to The Meadow
by Maya Angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We … Continue reading On Love | Maya Angelou
I googled a way back, then promptly got lost, of course. Turning, I turned wrong again, and then again, 7 times, back and forth. And across the road, and across the river, and up the hill, was The Mount. And as I climbed, it struck me, how akin to a pilgrimage, how like a labyrinth this journey had become. Going back, a different way a … Continue reading visits with Mary
and I heard a choir when I looked up at the sky jubilant was I. Continue reading Joy
earth moist from yesterday’s rain, and I am restless. for it, on the soles of my feet, in my hair, across my cheek. like my war paint. The Weekly Photo Challenge: Earth Continue reading Warpaint
A breath in breath out and the Trees are all aglow with the sky so blue This year spring seems to have come so suddenly. Like that old friend, that loved, and cherished friend from days of yore. They sweep right back in, seemingly out of nowhere…and you are filled with such joy for days afterwards. Recalling old times, laughing so much your tummy hurts, … Continue reading Of Spring
tired of the grey days… and so I stayed away and I am sorry Continue reading That April Day
the afternoon the light is at my door calling to me with a hawk and her long ragged cry of spring and him and other things I jump up to look and find the two high in the sky circling on the same current together and a bus goes by and the clock continues to tick but time has stopped as I watch them spiral … Continue reading a vignette
that day I remember removed from the chatter it was August again still existing living leaning towards the river like a willow bending and lending me a little of its strength by and by the water passes from the past meandering upon those paths that other sunny day an island I am and those days though they were vivid another season another time other interpretations … Continue reading A Vibrant Summer Day
Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and … Continue reading Poets On Sunday | Robert Hayden
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