cycling on a sunny day
so i have this way i go along the river riding noble rose down pathways, i cruise with my sunglasses on and my hair in a bun faster and faster i go, as i’ve caught a breeze that won’t let me go. Continue reading cycling on a sunny day
as i bear witness
the words ‘i’ll miss you’ sound different on the lips of a dying lover, second-hand. i listen while he tells of moments of horror of her sons his breakdowns, and fears i too once knew so well. with vignettes laying waste to order as we go rifling through the contents of now distant memories, her words brought a tear. oh, bittersweet robs life almost from … Continue reading as i bear witness
“do not hold back”, she said
as capturing mist seen on a still morning lake is the soul of life Continue reading “do not hold back”, she said
could it be?
could it be that poetry is the language of the trees? she thought. so i am fred and i am hers and she is mine seeking the sacred and divine places down highways at shores of lakes way up and down as we outgrew those old pots together her and i. Continue reading could it be?
a bridge for the sun
sometimes i just sit watching the light dance underneath its canopy licking the fronds of the ferns just so and with a kiss it has its way with the hostas. // more BRIDGE Continue reading a bridge for the sun
at a celebration of life
with each i am strengthened told tales like puzzle pieces coming together and i see them anew of reunions with old faces with traces of the people you once knew as i laugh through the tears i think of you and straighten my crown. Continue reading at a celebration of life
it was just one of those days
am i immune now to the manipulations of a dying man? i thought when i read his text last night. and i think of him too. but i was off to bed and not interested in a frustrating tap tap tap before sleep. and i wondered, did the inoculation, the redesign the shedding of the old me’s take? should i risk it? do i tell … Continue reading it was just one of those days
that shoji left out in the rain
my picker soul leapt at the sight of it still resting there waiting just for me as i saw now what it could be. Continue reading that shoji left out in the rain
i saw you
the spirit of the essence of the land like the Manitou the becoming the been the hidden fey mogwai yaksha jogah at the edge of an enchantment, and chaos, seen with the heart is the Beauty of you. Continue reading i saw you
impermanence
as transient as the old orchard i am now becoming, adrift. submitted for the weekly photo challenge \ transient Continue reading impermanence
Elvis On The Shelf
Pictures From The Path
Thames Valley Parkway – London, Ontario – May 28, 2017 Continue reading Pictures From The Path
chocolate kisses in a bowl
we awake with our grief have coffee with it floating off the ground detached for a while; i remember those days. Continue reading chocolate kisses in a bowl
by PaulaB 