If Not For The Stairs

April 5, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I could live by the ocean,if not for the stairs… or linger amongst ancient ruins,although climbing, I daren’t… and seaside dining is best, I agree,if not for those lofty flights The only up these legs can dois resting on the sofa most nights. (Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge is stairs or steps. I added a fun […]

Roads

March 30, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

This life, a road –the way prepared for me,signs to guide my way,and yet, I get lost. Construction, distraction,disobedience – throw me off,I’ve chosen tougher routes,broken down and been sidelined. And yet, the road still beckons,invites progression, thrills.A rolling stone gathers no moss,my father liked to say, and so… I push ahead, keep motoring,trust the […]

Shadows

March 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I fear the shadows of the past,darkness encroaching – doubt the loyalty of light. Turtles dwell in shaded places,equally as undaunted in the sun –have acclimatized to polarities. Birds, focused only in the moment,disregard the invasion of shadowsonly in my eyes are transformed. (For Cee’s Fun Foto challenge: shadows)

Fences In Black & White (with poem)

March 16, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

Look at us building fencespretending we have differences do we not hunger the samehunt in the same places do we not strive with equal intentbuild our nests with the same ferocity forgo passion to survive?Let us stop pretending let down these walladmit to our vulnerabilities align our purposesfight a more fearsome foe. (Cee’s black and […]

Purple Wisp

February 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Insignificancedoes not apply to nature’screations – each speckintegral to overallviability. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Upside Down

January 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nectar’s potency –not diminished upside-down –does butterfly seekperspective, or is uprightonly a human construct? (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Also linking up to my weekly challenge: upside-down.)

Black and White: CFFC

January 25, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Springtime, and daffodils –in variations of yellow –memories now, coloursfaded to black and white. Yet, beauty lingers – the softedges of a perched dove,her mourning song still echoesa lulling, welcoming coo. And white retains brillianceagainst a backdrop of darkness,in stillness magnifies, beauty’sexuberance refusing to lay dormant. (For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Black and White. Also […]

Travels

January 9, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

First frost we are plotting –elaborate schemes to escapewinter’s unforgiving chill. Palm trees and blue waters,the flight of parading pelicans –such allure for aging Northerners. Years past, we have travelled far –Europe, Scandinavia, and Mediterranean –this season, Texas has captured our hearts. (For Lens-Artists challenge: my travels.)

An Invitation

December 24, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

It’s Christmas Eve, if you are a celebrating Christian, or an adoptee of the holiday. For some, it is a time of last minute rushing about, for others, celebration, and, if you are like me, it is a time of quiet relaxation. Whatever your practice or affiliation, I wish you peace and joy. No challenge […]

Rocks in Black & White

December 20, 2018.Reading time 1 minute.

The Canadian Shield,where rugged pines stretch,reach for endless skies,taking root in rocky shores. We set boulders in our gardensto anchor us against untimely storms,or perhaps to remind us of endurancewhen everything else falls away. Even the satisfying crunch of stones on our pathfascinates – the varied hues and forms, like art,incite searches for undiscovered treasures […]

Crisis

How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]

Winter’s Ruse

Poet’s Quandry

IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)