At times my brain acts
like a fast shutter on a
camera, pictures of
various people, places
or things. At times
an annoying distraction
others welcomed.
At times the camera
shutter goes to slow
speed and sharper
images are displayed.
Some are still shots
frozen vivid in my
brain
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Wonderful Life
.
When i looked at this picture i could easily see my self as a child, i would
fit in so easily. Skipping rocks in the
water, climbing trees, walking the rocks. Nature in all it's beauty surrounding me. She even looks as
i would, yes what a wonderful life it
would have been,,,,,
Thursday, February 7, 2013
The Place
The place where the
forest meets the sea
A canvas and brush
and me
With every stroke of
the brush
i can hear and smell
the sounds, don't have
to rush
There is no set time
for me to leave
the warmth of the sun
a slight breeze under
a tree
The sun is ready to set
sprinkles fall not to
mind getting wet
I walk to the water
dark by now, still as
warm as through the
day, swimming far
away.
As i start back in the
calm clear water
i will come another day
forest meets the sea
A canvas and brush
and me
With every stroke of
the brush
i can hear and smell
the sounds, don't have
to rush
There is no set time
for me to leave
the warmth of the sun
a slight breeze under
a tree
The sun is ready to set
sprinkles fall not to
mind getting wet
I walk to the water
dark by now, still as
warm as through the
day, swimming far
away.
As i start back in the
calm clear water
i will come another day
A Million Questions
As a young girl i remember
and maybe took for granted
the ones that stood out, as
time went on you go on with
your journey but those that
stood out are never forgotton
curiosity comes to visit and
you wonder. Some you see, or
hear from again and are naive
enough to think you can ask
a million questions
and maybe took for granted
the ones that stood out, as
time went on you go on with
your journey but those that
stood out are never forgotton
curiosity comes to visit and
you wonder. Some you see, or
hear from again and are naive
enough to think you can ask
a million questions
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