A simple breath, the bubble forms then floats in search of things adored keen awareness, filling bareness collections placed and interlaced a meaning soon restored. She dipped below an ocean wave And gave with grace a treasure saved of centuries old, its story told seasons… Continue Reading “Collections From Breathing”
We do it from time to time. Right? I’ve seen you do so (when I wasn’t disappearing). “WordPress? Blogging? Later …” you’ve said. Well, here’s a quick re-emergence, a brief “shout out” to say, GIVE ME A MINUTE. I’M ON A ROLL.
In every fabric of my soul where fibers weave and thread where stitching seems quite flawless there are stains from when I bled Ah, but isn’t it quite marvelous to know this quilt has tracked all my strains and struggles yet I still… Continue Reading “A Quilted Journey”
It is quite indisputable we all can act delusional I believe it to be suitable to live a life unusual The world is not inscrutable it’s alive with things quite beautiful and everything’s improvable Just try. photo credit via Inscrutable
Wearing shoes to cross the guard is a viable solution. via Viable
Once you get rid of the riffraff, the world is calm and beautiful. I created this image by merging two of my paintings via photoshop. daily word press prompt: via Riff
I grow my flowers lovingly I touch, their pedals sigh from knowing of their task in life –delight and mystify. The rose, it’s thorns protective, pierce a skin, naive of threat but once a droplet, red, descends the memory’s inset As the milkweed draws the… Continue Reading “the Sighing of pedals”