Precious memories, how they linger
how they ever flood my soul
in the stillness of the midnight
precious sacred scenes unfold
Friday, September 27, 2013
Slow Dance
I want to live where soul meets body
and let the sun wrap it's arms around me
and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
and feel, feel what it's like to be new
and slow dance in the moonlight
and let the sun wrap it's arms around me
and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
and feel, feel what it's like to be new
and slow dance in the moonlight
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Treasures
The treasures in the
chest are memories
over fifty years old,
special pictures of
older days, babies,
friends, places and
firsts. The braided
ponytail the first
time i cut my long
hair, the heart box,
vet and children's
vaccinations, grade
cards, mine and the
children's. A wig
from long ago, cards
and gifts, handmade,
the old Bible as it
needs protection, so
fragile, a cap and
gown that once was
blue, now turned
purple, a tooth in
a little metal box left
for the fairy in
exchange for money.
Many treasures in that
chest of memories,
yet some have never
made it there, they
remain in my mind.
chest are memories
over fifty years old,
special pictures of
older days, babies,
friends, places and
firsts. The braided
ponytail the first
time i cut my long
hair, the heart box,
vet and children's
vaccinations, grade
cards, mine and the
children's. A wig
from long ago, cards
and gifts, handmade,
the old Bible as it
needs protection, so
fragile, a cap and
gown that once was
blue, now turned
purple, a tooth in
a little metal box left
for the fairy in
exchange for money.
Many treasures in that
chest of memories,
yet some have never
made it there, they
remain in my mind.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
One Womans Art
Picturesque, postcard perfect
paintings, perhaps perfection
was the problem. Sticking to
realism no matter how stark,
her passion. The sea scape's
the lush Forrest's, though
something missing. Her works
sold making her rich beyond
her imagination, still she
longed for excitement of
the new, different.
She took a long working
vacation, going through
small towns until she came
upon an old town, that had
the air of old age with all
it's aches and pains. Salt and
wind had weathered the
buildings, picking away at
the paint, scarring the windows
no frills or gingerbread here.
Each building served it's purpose.
Dry goods, post office, pharmacy.
Here she found what she had longed
for. A old lighthouse, a sturdy cottage,
old everywhere. She found herself
in the paintings day after day
capturing beauty where it was not.
paintings, perhaps perfection
was the problem. Sticking to
realism no matter how stark,
her passion. The sea scape's
the lush Forrest's, though
something missing. Her works
sold making her rich beyond
her imagination, still she
longed for excitement of
the new, different.
She took a long working
vacation, going through
small towns until she came
upon an old town, that had
the air of old age with all
it's aches and pains. Salt and
wind had weathered the
buildings, picking away at
the paint, scarring the windows
no frills or gingerbread here.
Each building served it's purpose.
Dry goods, post office, pharmacy.
Here she found what she had longed
for. A old lighthouse, a sturdy cottage,
old everywhere. She found herself
in the paintings day after day
capturing beauty where it was not.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Precious Moments
Regard our lives as
precious moments
making up our days.
focus less on the big
picture of building
a large body of evidence
that proves our accomplishments
and more on the true wonders
in our life, the kind where
we find unexpected beauty
that will be remembered
with a wistful smile
precious moments
making up our days.
focus less on the big
picture of building
a large body of evidence
that proves our accomplishments
and more on the true wonders
in our life, the kind where
we find unexpected beauty
that will be remembered
with a wistful smile
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