Jun
17
2014

here is the hardest word
not sorry
nor forgiveness
though both are solid rocks
in the shoe of living
but
here
you cannot stay
you cannot leave
you cannot sing yourself away
or back again
from the eternal sunset
of lavender libation
all you can do really
is open
your eyes
your heart
your arms
your mouth
drink it in
inhale
exist beneath this ever
changing
umbrella of now
here
listen
hear it
raining down
.
.
.
(title is from the song “Stand” by R.E.M.)
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Jun
14
2014

because
each moment holds its own redemption
each sunrise is a dare
each drop of rain was once a cloud
.
yesterday
this flower slept in a bed of mud
.
but look how pretty it wears
today
.
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Mar
1
2014

.
so nice to see you could make it.
.
3 comments | posted in pretty pictures, seasons in the sun
Oct
5
2013

.
an ending
a beginning
.
all tied up with a beautiful bow
.
2 comments | posted in i want to be a gypsy, pretty pictures
Jun
6
2013

It’s raining this morning, a cool rain that calls for windows closed and socks dug out of a drawer I’d prefer not to open until fall.
The kind of rain that, in a perfect world, would also call for curling up on the couch with a light blanket and a good book. But, of course, it’s not a perfect world, and so I will watch it rain while I work and be content with that. More than content, I will be grateful.
Perspective can be such an elusive shadow, flitting in and out of life when you least expect it. But it seems to know when to visit just when you need it most.
So even when I am working around the clock the way I have been lately, even when I’m questioning so much about the way I live my life and not coming up with many answers, even when my back hurts and my hands ache and in truth, I’m feeling a little bit sorry for myself, it’s good to look up every so often.
Today, I say, let it rain.
Eventually, there will be another sunset as lovely as this one, and the right moment to sit there and enjoy it.
But just now, the sky is crying and the basement will flood and I have more work than time.
And all of it is beautiful.
5 comments | posted in pretty pictures, words to live by
May
25
2013
4 comments | posted in pretty pictures
May
11
2013

.
the glorious
scent of life
is all around
you
.
6 comments | posted in pretty pictures, synapses
Apr
12
2013

i am awash in a sea of pretty pictures
and no one can save me from myself
so i built this tiny boat
from matchsticks and ribbon
with seven layers and five sunsets
and three extra blankets
i don’t collect things anymore
especially dust
and there can’t be two of anything
because i only like odd numbers
but i see everything there is to see
floating in these waves, every color
interspersed with black and white,
all leading to a shore I cannot reach
at least not without stopping
1,457 times to say
how beautiful
.
.
.
.
A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
8 comments | posted in NaPoWriMo 2013, pretty pictures
Dec
10
2011

::
Describe a moment of beauty that you witnessed this year.
::
so much
of life’s beauty
can be found
dancing
in the
shadows.
::
:
:
9 comments | posted in pretty pictures, reverb11
Nov
17
2011

I stand in the back yard at dawn
and breathe in the color of life.
I am circle, I am square,
I am curve and zig zag.
I hear only sounds of nature,
birds calling,
leaves rustling,
wind whispering.
There are no secrets here,
in this morning.
Everything I see is preparing for winter,
each in its own pragmatic way.
The kiss of frost
kills softly,
softly.
I am hollow.
I am empty.
I am taken.
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