watching the light again as it plays with the ruby fountain grass illuminating a spider in its web underneath the black walnut tree in between walking the dog in the morning light dishes don’t get done cause i am drawn back to watching the light again in my temenos in meditation a blessing but I putter away the day i do the things clean the … Continue reading watching the light again
the sun dances thru and they go away he, she, them all, everyone the morning light drifts into the high afternoon across the sky and the dove coos her mourning as evening light descends till the western glow of it setting and the Cardinals sing a tune dog barks, voices from the street, laughter drifts in to my secret hideaway in this in-between watching the … Continue reading one June day in my garden
spirit i seek, heresolitude is mine, againi return to you Continue reading euston my euston
a satin lustre glisteningso magnificentit blindedas itravelled roundthe greenthis morn Continue reading the green in white
there is an invisible lineit runs through, underneath our feet, a schism betweenus and them, north and south, right and left, one side for and one against this line has not always been to have it there actually is a surprise, as I really thought we were immune to the lunatic fringeand I was wrong, few are immune to that unbridled ignorance and narcissistic greed,with … Continue reading the family divides and that line
I’d forgotten, actually, that he used to show up at my door late at night, drunk. This feels like such a long ago and far away place, but it is only just under a year and a half old, and maybe I was too ashamed I guess to post it, as by this point it was supposed to be all done and dusted. Almost, but … Continue reading The 38th Mistake: Doing What You’re Not Suppose To
at play once again in a salacious meadow for the sake of joy Continue reading euston again
us, i, me, they, we can be more than he, so vote for democracy Continue reading haiku you
a breeze blows through me as the temperature drops nights no longer spent drenched in sweat, summer as it turns to fall away cool breezes blow through open windows, through rooms, locked inside from hot days and nights tumbleweeds of golden Irish hair from gawd knows where, bumping into Rose’s old rubber while rising, good as new and if life were so simple admiring the … Continue reading moonlight and mom
last eve musing in the garden a little high a little low was i silent listening to tree frogs and cars the sounds of life that other village and time flickers through the trees taunting me cross the river hot summer days a teenage me longing to be set free now in the thick of it eyes closed a gentle breeze and twinkle lights here hidden … Continue reading twinkling lights of another august night
i love bee bum and cannot lie ~ for my tummy i want your honey Continue reading bee on milkweed
don’t get your knickers in a knot just you give your head a shake cause it’s not a box of chocolate it’s a deep, dark lake and you lose your muse in it but its ok it is a mutual mistake that anyone can make resting there against the brick soaking up the shade on this hot and humid day and all that glitters is … Continue reading so they say
it is soothing to stand in the rain on a hot day it is cleansing to stand with my back to the brick wall letting it wash away whatever it is liberating forgiving nourishing through me over me it is the sound of it on the sidewalk outside my door that drew me out Continue reading to stand in the rain
by PaulaB 