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February 25, 2012

Life Fleeting

Fragility of
life
fleeting as a
flame
created by
striking a
match

February 23, 2012

Espadrille Footprints

I remember her walking
leaving espadrille
footprints on the
sandy shore

cosmic dust in the
evening sky a
star dust stream
settling amidst
diamond particles
in the sand

each step taken by
tide’s wavy hands
greedy seaweed
grasping broken
shells

she stares upon the
open sea
gazing hungrily
needing moon beams
to become a
path

taking her away
as dreamers
often do to
another land
a distant
horizon

when I next look
her footsteps
remain to
be swept away

in the foamy
tide as only the
espadrilles
remain

February 22, 2012February 22, 2012

Quote by Michaelangelo

I like this quote by the great artist as I believe the same can be said of writing. We have only to write down our thoughts to set them free.

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

Michelangelo

February 20, 2012

Just went to the market yesterday and although this is not my photo it is very much like many of the vibrant colors of fruit I saw there. I take my images mostly from Free Desktop Wallpapers. There are others that take much better photos than I could and this has splashes of the color yellow throughout.

Savoring the juicy flavors of fruit with my eyes.

February 16, 2012February 16, 2012

New Short Story Posted

Please feel free to read my new short story under the tab titled, Short Stories, at the top of my post. It is my fourth and latest titled “A Penny For Your Thoughts”. I found an image of graffiti in Free Desktop Wallpapers and my thoughts began to form. Hope you enjoy the read and find something to take away to ponder in your own personal thoughts. You can click on the tab above or on the link below.
Thank you for visiting.

https://reneejustturtleflight.com/short-stories/penny-for-your-thoughts/
© February 2012

February 15, 2012

Falling

She remembers the
feeling of
falling
falling
falling
down a thousand
feet to the
creek below

The creek bed lie
swirling
swiftly
moving
in the rainy
windy
afternoon

She could see the
pebbles
smooth
glass
reflections
greeting

Then the bridge
swinging
stilled
silencing
her fears

She trembled as
hanging on
she saw him
waiting

The other side
beckoning she
moved forward

She no longer
was falling

Years ago now I went on a hiking trip with some friends and my teenage son. The foot bridge across the stream below was closed so we climbed to the top to another way across, a swinging bridge with rope for hand holds and wooden slats that were not very close to one another. When we arrived it began raining and the wind was strong. My son went straight across but I remained glued to the spot. I don’t do well with heights and I’ve never again went across another swinging bridge. There was only room for one person at a time to walk. Quite an experience.

February 15, 2012

Mellow Yellow Monday

This post is for Mellow Yellow Monday at http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com.

There is nothing
that smells so
sweet as the
fragrance of
flowers

February 12, 2012

Fluttering Black Taffeta

winter’s sky holds images
winged birds in
flight fluttering
black taffeta
dotting the
horizon

black birds blend in
grey skies
amidst giant
evergreen trees
branches waving

as leafy arms
in the wind but I
remain safe and warm
cloistered within
home as sanctuary

waiting for warmer breezes
to return along with
voices of songbirds
heralding in
spring

February 11, 2012February 11, 2012

Thanks From Trisha

Trisha is an amazing artist who posts wonderful Haikus filled with wisdom and who has sent me encouragement from across the ocean from her country of India. If you have not visited her site please do at http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com She painted this beautiful image for me thanking me for my writing and comments and I am only too happy to share it here with all of you who visit.