I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Blue Shoes, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Blue Shoes
shadows trace my fingers, a space of
wonder filled with
lace
as other contexts make haste
sending to my heart delicate fabrics,
my mind’s eye reminds me…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by ractapopulous, Pixabay
trees drip with cinnamon wisps, as
cardinal points tug at
my heart
directing me toward the riverfront
while walking along the sand, beneath
my feet, pebbles
stand
reminding
me of diamonds
encrusted with love,
made of dreams from above
they poke and prod, feelings shod, while
reminiscence floods
my mind
and I let love go by…
wafting in the
stream, I continue to
believe
in the love —
I’ll forever be…
Photo by romansolar, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, running through the flowers, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
running through the flowers
the road unfolds along a dirt abode, where travelers
come together seeking
shelter
from
the
storm
rising with the sun, learning more in the afternoon
glow, hints of colors so…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, love is all there ever is…, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
love is all there ever is…
gathering up the reminiscence lost, I
travel the world, wide and far,
searching
and dreaming of the nature within…I…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 21539618, Pixabay
walking into misery, watching it unfold, it envelops me
like a cloak, I
drown from within, you were just here, how could
it have been…understanding loses meaning,
as heart breaks into a thousand
pieces
shattering like glass, spreading out through the air,
diamond bits rest in my chest, throat stuck,
tongue thick, with
a mind
blinking
into
a
mist…
traveling back in time, unavailable, so will settle
on memories lying dormant
in mind, and
heart
though
they
do
tell the story of your love, divined
deep as the ocean is wide, you did your best, while
dealing with your pain
like a mime
and, while goodbyes are unnecessary, I would like to tell
you how much I love you,
one last
time…
Photo by Nicholas_Demetriades, Pixabay
the key fits the lock just right, as it did
on that fateful night, when we first met,
feeling free
were we
to explore, understanding our hearts’ galore,
combined
that first step, in a multifaceted romance,
with
deep feelings lasting centuries, unbound, limitless,
and grounded in a love,
bleeding
found under a field of compassion, where flowers
grow tall, and their hearts sprout everything,
no doubt
nay
resoluteness, replaced all doubt, and what did sprout,
was tender as a supple branch, blowing
in the afternoon breeze
and, as I reach for my keys one last time, I reminisce on all
the love we felt within, and know
time will move on
yet what will remain is the key just the same,
the one we used to unlock years
of passionate embrace
and a love that was sweet, like sugar cane…
In response to the WDYS#108 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Photomix company @ Pixabay
Well, we are now five weeks into the fall term, and having face-to-face classes for the first time in 22 months. It is both wonderful, and a bit stressful. Thus far, things are going well, and we are now planning to double the amount of face-to-face classes for winter term. All the while realizing that at any moment these classes may need to be switched to remote delivery. We will see.
I’ve also been working on a new partnership with a regional corporation for employee training, which I am excited about. The training program would increase access to education and employment for many in the local workforce. A wonderful opportunity.
As you all know, my focus, passion, and creative energies are still focused on poetry, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. I am in love with the creative process that has developed within me over the last year, and actually have amassed quite a lot of poetry, which may serve as the basis of a book.
I am planning to reflect upon the book, which does already have a title, and go through all of my poems over the winter holidays; the idea being that a book may take form sometime in the spring.
Of all the poems that have been published over the past month or so, unknown, and already unbound, and dusty, and delicious, are the two I’ve chosen to write about today.
The poem unknown, already, unbound, was a concept that occurred to me while reflecting on my dreams and how worlds (and our associated realities) are socially constructed through our perceptions. Meaning, that, though we’ve always been unbound and limitless, conditioning and socialization creates perspectives of limitation and boundness, if you will.
However, when we recognize that we are just like the tree, the sapling, and the seed, unbound, and already always walking into the unknown, so much of life becomes available. Increasing our awareness of these truths, creates a world, reality, and visceral experience of aliveness. Is beautiful.
The poem dusty, and delicious, was inspired by the WDYS#103 photo prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje. I think it is pretty obvious from the poem that the inspiration was, in fact, a reflection of my time as a child living in Los Angeles. My parents would always get donuts on Sunday mornings, and I would await the delivery of these tasty treats with bated breath. Seriously!
Reminiscing about my childhood and writing the poem was much fun, and, well, tasty, even. Ha!
In my last diary entry, I wrote about posting on more social media sites, Insta and Twitter more specifically; and that is now happening. I am getting the hang of both of these platforms, with, of course, support from some of our dear blogger friends – thank you!
These social media platforms are quite different from each other. With Instagram, I plan to continue to post each time I post on WP; yet with Twitter, it’s a completely different strategy.
There is a 280 character limit on Tweets, which makes writing a complete poem a challenge, which is the fun of it. I am committed to writing one “Twitter Poem” each day through the rest of this calendar year.
Here is an example of one of my recent Twitter Poems.
love lives
in the unseen,
in the moments
in between, in the stars, and
galaxies, inside of you and me, and
in every living thing,
seen…
Super fun. I’ve connected with some of you on both of these social media platforms, yet, if we’ve not yet connected, I invite you to follow me, and then, of course I will follow back. You can reach me on Instagram here, and on Twitter here.
As most of you know, I love the ocean; and, I am taking a trip to the coast in about two weeks. I am super excited. I am staying in a different town this time called Waldport, which is just next door to Yachats, which is one of my favorite places on the Oregon coast.
Of course, I will take lots of pictures while I am there, and will post about the trip when I am back. It’s been a while since I’ve been to the coast, and I am eager. When you grow up close to the coast, or the beach, sea, or whatever the ocean is called where you live, you yearn to be with the water, the waves, the salty air and mist, and the wondrous sea life. I cannot wait.
I wanted to take a moment here to thank Gabriela Marie Milton, and to congratulate all of the finalist of the Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose Contest.
I am deeply touched and honored to be a finalist in this contest, and to be included in a list of such talented poets. I am humbled. Much love to all of my fellow poets, and to Gabriela for being such a wonderful support to our lovely community.
Alright, that’s all for this week.
Have a beautifully blessed week, everyone.
love lost and unadorned, yet remembered, and
stored, for it’s you, I’ve always adored…
like butterflies have wings, you always see me,
as I am, not another iteration of a dream
romance
making my towards you, raising through the seas
of possibility, and tranquility, I look forlorn
at times
yet, know
you’re always there with a helpful hand, guiding me,
through ordeals trivial, and those most plentiful,
and mystical
remembering this, gives way to a love
deep within
like sap running through the veins of a tree,
my heart pumps love throughout my
beings entirety
holding it in place, creating a soft and textured space,
for our loving escape…
The opening line to this poem, and thus the entire poem, was inspired by a wonderful poem, titled November, by Simmi, of Rose-Colored Glasses? If you’ve not yet visited Simmi’s site, and read the poetry there, please do so, it is lovely.
Photo by Stergo, Pixabay
broken wings,
soft and evergreen,
mended,
with the everlastingness
of the sun’s rays,
dancing yellow, and green, they seem
to heal
from
upside down,
as the pain is turned
inside out, and cleaned throughout…
cascading light,
wishing upon a star
from afar, yet
closer, than realization dawns
as the candle drops,
and, hints…by
speaking in
a language of love
forever kissed, I must admit
your scent lingers
in the air,
fair, as memories
become closer to me
than the breath of you near, and
in this instance,
brokenness becomes
something
altogether witnessed
as love
shines forth, and
we become more,
than you and I
have ever experienced…
Photo by Marc Sendra Martorell on Unsplash
the city sleeps, in an
indecent, and incandescent
display
tired, drowsy, and
dreaming of better days, or
is it of
the oft betrayed…
it’s heart beating
a rhythm of long ago,
it wonders, and sheds
its skin
often flayed
wide open
for all to see,
like the sky’s,
transparency
walking the streets,
you can feel
the pulse
beneath your feet,
and within
the panes
of the people-less, and
windowed scene, it seems
hallow, and yet also
full of life’s drawings,
created long ago, by the people
left behind
when time
stood still,
and we were all
left wondering…
as the dreams
kept coming…
In response to the WDYS#101 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Maksym Harbar @ Unsplash
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