Breeze

August 31, 2019August 31, 2019

A Touch of Wind

There is a light wind pushing
ever so slightly against me
touching my face briefly
before moving on
apropos

caressing as a lover’s
gentle kiss a dahlia’s petals
to the ground to lie
beneath full blooms

soft pastel colored lavender
bright with life’s promise
now faded as though clouds
miniature have settled
at my feet

where once again a lightness
of wind inhales releasing
a puff to calmly
wrap itself

in and around blades of grass
coming to gently rustle
the twigs of the
fragrant mock orange
in passing

the wind coalescing as
tendrilled & ghostly fingers
is ever a breathing
companion to nature

even in a wisp of air
trembling a reed

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

March 19, 2019

A Loquacious Morning

The morning wakens with a silent hushed breath
wet dew upon the grass leaving in its’ wake
the first dazzling warmth of sun rays
giving life the first inkling to stir

where swallows chirp in bird song loudly
swooping as if lifted by warm breezes
signaling to each other as they
seem to float on invisible air currents

as this new day leaves hesitation behind
heralding change as if a speech is nigh
unable to abate such verbosity
loquacious in eager announcement

to be heard even in a last falling leaf
caught in warmest subtle puffs of air
or the first cherry blossoms bright
as Spring has finally appeared

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Pink Blossoms

February 3, 2019

Dreaming of Change

Dreams live within our sleeping hours
touching our waking time
some slightly caressing
barely touching

while others create undulating pain
creating harbingers of fear
of longing and want

all innately attached to spirits
woven tightly inside our souls
like tiny invisible creatures
tugging and pulling
this way
and that

whispering changes in our ears
then shouting in our faces
when we refuse to hear

leveling the playing ground
like a bulldozer
passing through

for change always prevails
beginning as a dream
touching our skin
like a wisp of breeze

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

Changes and Dreams

April 29, 2018

Touched by a Breeze

Life has been in constant flux these past months. Thank you to all who have patiently waited to see me once again. The photo below taken from Public Domain Pictures with added creativity on my part.

Change

years are diminished by a miasma
of hazy thoughts and feelings
swept along by the wind
settling for no reason
inside your mind
inside your heart

like a detective in quest
of answers you review the matter
time and again peeling back layers
trying in vain to reach the core
only to find
it empty

only it is your inability to see
a clouded vision of debris
a continuum of detritus
collecting quietly
disguised in comfort
congealing
at your feet

but as the wind becomes a breeze
it beckons you to come
to engage in your life
in living
to become
who you are

October 1, 2017October 1, 2017

A Life Betrayed

She lives the only life
she has ever known
inside someone else’s home

she wonders how she came to this
miles of fields and distance
a breeze touching her
now frail being

did someone leave her here
without her knowing and
will she wake one day
to find she’s dreaming

for she loved him so in her way
but was he a mirage or
just a ruse she wrote of
in her own knowing

before her body did betray
and stole her life
and youth

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at

“Archaic Torso of Apollo” by Rainer Marie Rilke … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt

Christina's World

This painting rendered by artist Andrew Wyeth will never be able to access the mind of the young woman who gave rise to its’ inspiration. Christina Olson is the subject of this mysterious and haunting painting called ‘Christina’a World’.

September 15, 2017

A Kiss of Breeze

In response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. Please visit his site at
https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/14/haiga-2017-014-30doh-summer-breeze. The photo below was taken from the Morgue File & digitally altered.

Curled Hair

September 8, 2017

Waiting For A Breeze

This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30DOH/Days of Haiga. Please visit at
https://19planets.wordpress.com/2017/09/06/haiga-2017-006-30doh-morning-coolness. My photo taken and digitally altered below.

Horse Carousel

August 6, 2017

The Heat of August Nights

The longing for warmer weather and sunny days
falls somewhere between Winter rain
and Spring flowers beginning to petal

but it all has given way to a heat so heavy
that it settles upon her August nights
as though weighted a substantial burden

it permeates every living thing and even
insects take refuge long for cooling air
causing the synergy of habitats once again

for the fine line between longing and needing
takes her back to the petals of flowers and green
days with a cool breeze a paramour of the sun

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt at https://jamiededes.com/2017/08/02/hot-august-nights-and-wednesday-writing-pompt where you can read more from other poets. The photo below was taken from Morgue File & digitally altered by myself.

August Nights

February 15, 2013

Your Vanilla

Altered Google Image

shower cascades down as
steam rises it brings
a delicious moment
and i inhale the
fragrance of
vanilla

it carries me along
as the breeze does
a flight of fancy
eyes closed
i lean toward
a revery

i breathe in the scent
of candles of
fresh vanilla sent
to me of you
and your
memory

found in a distant past
to the smell of
baking in your
kitchen with
warm cookies
but alas

i realize you are gone
but you are here
and really never
far as i inhale
always your
vanilla

This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/the-craft-of-poetry/

June 17, 2012

Inhale

your footsteps
travel
upwARD
held upon
SpIrAlInG
railroad ties
on the forest path
a HEAVY scent of
lichen, moss,
soil HoldinG years
of memories
held within
pine trees’ leafy
umBRELLas
WAFTing up as
you inhale DEEPLY
the smell of
canvas beneath
a star StUdDeD
sky you fall
asleep in a
noiseless
forest except
for the breeze
of gently
SwayIng
branches