Month: July 2018

Imagination Helps

I so miss my fireflies, but these will do for now. Special thanks to Linda G. Hill for posting the above photo at #1linerWeds. (Top image is from my hand and mind)      

How Could I Know? #writephoto

If you stay on one side and I the other how will I know the color of your eyes what tune your voice plays when your words lilt into the air? How will I know if humor is one of your senses or if the…

Dive into My Center – #writephoto

image by Kerfe at https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2018/06/29/waves/ Dive into my center past the bog of obstacles, the sharp edges, the pointed arrows. Peel this artichoke layer by layer leaf by leaf through tiny thorns. See past the choke into the light of my waiting heart. image credit…

To Taste the Smells of Distant Shores

To taste the smells of distant shores contents of wares within wooden crates heaved on sturdy shoulders to reach my hand between the wooden slats and feel the relics like silk between my fingers those tastes of memories.   To taste the smells of…

Plethora of Life #WritePhoto

Why? Why did they leave? Was time too short to leave footprints in the sand or did they level the playing field to erase proof of their presence? Did they call to me before bidding adieu when my ears remained distant? Discouraged I’m not….

Farewell, Poet, And the Seasons will Mend

  And now September burns the careful tree That builds each year the leaf and bark again With solemn care and rounded certainty That nothing lives which seasons do not mend. … The young are never robbed of innocence But given gold of love…