The Artist

We live in between our own anxious, gasping breaths, On wonderland that is neither somewhere or nowhere, Up and down lies carefully on its side and dares to think, Within our creative cells and tortured thoughts derive, Pen, brush, music, and lens we work to capture the eyes, Expressing our images with the naked utter … Continue reading The Artist

A Lone Surfer

Still cool white sand stuck between my long salty toes,A tiny swell moved close wetting my dragging jeans,My nose took in through its filtering, yearning hairs,The formidable smell of fish and salt and long lost cares. Leaving my summer clothes on the beach I ran forward,Feeling the sense of freedom the cool water brought,Still strong … Continue reading A Lone Surfer

SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG

White perfection like cirrus clouds on a sweltering southern mid-afternoon, Lay the cotton  blanket of white whispers speaking hauntingly and softly. My eyes gazing on a snowy speckled pattern, as I could hear melodic singing. Melancholy voices, expressions shared while talking of their joint sorrows, Bended aching backs and thin arms carrying heavy sacks of the … Continue reading SWEETER THAN THE LARK’S SONG

Fortress

The ancient oak spread devotedly             Her massive and protective arms Just above the slow-moving, water blue. For more than a millenium she had watchfully             And eagerly provided a safe shelter for                         All of nature‚Äôs friends she loved and knew.  Rough was her etched bark and strong knots              Which lived intricately woven within                         The network of … Continue reading Fortress