Beauty – Page 3

July 26, 2016

MY MISTRESS

On the mountains of Washington
fields of wildflowers
cut a swath through my memory
as do the sandy beaches
my native California bearing

Inspiration comes in slices
not always the juiciest fruit
my muse won’t be blighted
by the guise of petulant youth

I sought solace in all beauty
the thundering of a waterfall
the perpetual volley of waves
speechless innuendoes calling
only a tumultuous roar

Nature has become my mistress
breathing soothing sultry calm
capturing a dissident muse
held within her arms

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

Ocean

January 4, 2013January 8, 2013

Wonder of Beauty

taut bare skin of branches a
wonder of beauty keeping
warm during winter months
without beauty of foliage

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This is for the Small Stone Challenge January 2013. You can find them at http://www.writingourwayhome.com.

This is Small Stone #3.

December 30, 2012December 30, 2012

Winged Beauty

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changing seasons rooted in
social whirrings of
technology unfolding

bringing back the tiny
speeding winged beauty of
hummingbirds searching

keeping warm within foliage
remaining to appear briefly
for nector sustaining

November 25, 2012

Spirit Play

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my spirit plays amongst
microscopic particles
of sand sparkling
left clean

as the salty ocean water
leaves trails
of foam behind

an intruder…
but nought as it
takes flight drifting
in and out of wildflowers

as a honey bee
gathering
golden pollen
from within each
petaled wonder

taking with it the
beauty of fragrance
it once again rises

to find healing in
the sunrays
cleansing in
the raindrops

letting colors of
the rainbow
penetrate
to become one
with its’ soul

to wrap itself
in grandeur of
nature to embody
it all

my spirit shares a
moment in time
cascading
down waterfalls

smoothing pebbles
in a stream
catching glimpses and
reflections
its’ life
embodiment of mine

June 28, 2011June 28, 2011

                                She only saw blue veins worming through
                                liver spotted hands, joints knarled as
                                aged tree branches turning this way,
                                that way, unable to grasp unless with
                                pain that penetrated deep into sadness

                                We saw a heart overflowing with love,
                                heard laughter pealing like sacred bells
                                high in a church tower and knew a young
                                woman walked alongside her straight and
                                tall apart from her bent leg and cane

                               She thought if only time would slow and
                               beauty isn’t only skin deep because I
                               feel the years all the way through and I
                               really commiserate with the Ugly Duckling
                               longing to be that beautiful Swan

                               We thought how beautiful she is especially
                               when she smiles making us warm inside amid
                               gloomy days always sunny causing us to think
                               how wonderful to age with such grace and to
                               cause others to feel as beautiful as she

In memory of my grandmother, who no matter what, was young always.

June 26, 2011June 27, 2011

Whispers

Life beckons perpetrating innocence
unaware of unknown substances
coursing through veins imitating
blood in the guise of ink, of lead,
breathing life into that emptiness
now flowing as meaningful a a
river swift, unrelenting as the
heart pounding in her chest,
giving rise to words of beauty,
some profound, all with passion as
poured out onto paper with artistry
becoming life and all
else is but whispers in
the wind