Water

March 27, 2021March 27, 2021

Awakened in Time

There are moments when time seems to stand still
to those of us who are trapped in its’ wake
as though our boat has lost one of it’s oars
thus enabling numbers of concentric circles
forming a whirlpool, disadvantaged proportions

where time seems to be held equally captive
in a time warp as though another universe
holds sway unknown to us until we are crossing
it’s unseen boundaries causing ripples
across the water a stone casually tossed
in by those onlookers unsuspecting

for we are unheeded until a life changing event
spins us ’round for us to suddenly take notice
of all gone unseen in Nature’s wonderment
and it is then we see clearly life’s window
open before us at breathtaking possibilities
to realize how long we have been away

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

May 29, 2020May 29, 2020

Ever Widening Circles

Ever widening circles of life contained in the circles that grow fading one into the other like the stone skipping across the water, leaving traces of the promises that remain

reminders of the moon waxing, waning but ever present, even in the darkest sky, the blackest night like the tides coming in high receding back again low

amidst seasons repeating, growth new and amazing, fullest in Spring leveling out in heat of Summer

colors vibrant in the arrival of Fall giving way to fields fallow in the cold of Winter beneath icy waters blankets of snow

only for new leaves to awaken new buds to bloom for the circle that is unending to grow once more

there will always be the circle of birth, life and death as there will always be the impediments of destruction by nature’s wrath & beauty

there will always be disease, famine, unwelcome pestilence and epidemics as they seem to impede, dissuade & deter us from moving forward

always there will be the circle of life & everything a part and people will move forward, move past and move through

for when I see the birth of babies, seeds being sown in gardens, fields and when it begins to snow again cottonwood seeds, to be planted where they may, I marvel

at the ever widening circles of life

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

A Circle of Life

August 21, 2019August 21, 2019

The Alchemy of Water

Music swells up like mighty ocean waves
cleansing the sadness of my soul
permeating my thoughts
to quell the firestorm
within my mind

to which my dreams find me walking
along a sandy tided shore
each grain of sand sparkling
diamonds in a beam
of moonlight

a vestige matching my footprints
each one a solid reflection
of a path only I have walked
in heartache, despair
& triumph

before the salty brine of tides
comes to collect them again
to assuage each painful step
becoming an alchemist balm
a freeing spirit

May 27, 2019May 27, 2019

Turtle Rainstick

The tall piece of bamboo sets in the corner
as though keeping the walls from colliding
with the aboriginal turtle in mustard yellow hues
keeping a silent vigil, a respite, as the rain
signals a force of nature outside my window

I am reminded that I am a creature of water
my molecular being silent within a human shell

the wonder of a million droplets from a cloud
forming a single raindrop is mind boggling
as they gather in rhythmic action

creating puddles, streams, rivers, waterfalls
cascading exponentially into vast oceans
a home for other water beings living
within a life-giving force

and I listen in amazement at the symphony
that brings life to the earth I live on
where brilliant colors of flowers bloom
in gardens tended and meadows flourish
on mountains

replete with nature’s abundance of creatures
beasts walking the land and flocks of birds
taking flight tenured with bird song

am I not enraptured to know my heart
still beats within its fluidic capsule embrace
of the water that holds me ensconced
in safe keeping

that when the rain thus ceases its’ melodic sounds
the bamboo stick awaits but my touch
yearning to recreate rain’s wondrous music
the timeless aboriginal turtle
warm beneath my hand

Background Bamboo Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Overlain With My Take On Aboriginal Turtle Art

January 25, 2019

The Well Within

Reaching to look outside myself

to pull the words up and out

of the well within

the weather causes me to feel

weighted down like

heavy murky fog

settled on a lake

or blighted fall leaves

that have floated down

to settle on pools

of water

stuck there one on top another

unable to do anything

but finish dying

finish being

even as the sun shares

the gray sky with clouds

I found this poem in my drafts and as I have not posted anything recently, decided to post this. Winter is finally coming to an end (I hope) but this is how I feel about it here in Washington, having been born and raised in California. Thanks to all who follow this site for your patience.

Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

searching

October 16, 2017

A Magical Dance

See the youth that resides within me
mirrored dark curls framing a woman’s
face who now breathes easier

not often the case when questions curled
like a hazy halo of smokey confusion
within my days and nights

watch me convey knowledge soul filled
now a sign of experiential vibrant color
a glowing gold not in the guise
of youth’s vanity

see my spirit soar within mirrored eyes
clear as mountain spring waters
seeing deep as ocean valleys
thunderous as waterfalls

filling crystal clear rivers running swift
choreographed with a magical dance
of a sprite or fairy or two

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at her site on
https://jamiededes.com/2017/10/11/once-upon-a-time-when-they-were-old-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The image was taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally altered by myself.

Dance of a Fairy

September 20, 2017

Port In A Storm

This is in response to Rick Daddario’s 30 DOH/Days of Haiga. See more at

Haiga 2017-019-30doh: Night Leaves

Had fun with the below take on the prompt.

worms under water

February 3, 2017September 2, 2017

I Will Be The Scent of Flowers

When I am gone I will be
like a balm to heal
all disease of your body
wounds of your heart
will be calmed

I will be the water from
the run-off of snow
driven over waterfalls
into rivers & oceans below

I will be that silence
that cleanses your spirit
& be the peace of your soul

I will not be the arrows
in a quiver to pierce
unless with pure love
that helps you
soar

I will be the essence of love
& when you breathe in
the scents of flowers
it will be me

I will be the sweetness
of honeysuckle, lilacs, roses
& you will know I loved you

you will remember me always
each time the rain gives life
for I will be in each raindrop
I will be the warmth of sun
a blanket for the sky

I will be the sweet chocolate
you taste & hear as
you break into it with
its’ tempered snap

remember this is all I hope
for you now with a love
to embrace you forever

after I am gone I will BE

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

i-will-be

I took a prompt from Jamie Dedes’s site about what would you be if you were able to come back in another lifetime. As Jamie says, even if you do not believe in reincarnation, the idea of coming back as something else is intriguing. Please see her post at https://jamiededes.com/2017/02/01/one-lifetime-after-the-other-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-promp. This is dedicated to all of my adult children, each of which, have had many health issues during their adult lives.

January 25, 2017September 2, 2017

Dropping A Red Rose

Staring into the mirror seeking life
watching each dark night
as I pooled soaking
the sheets the bed clothes
I wore

I clung to hope as I saw each one
waiting, watching long hours
as a cataclysmic event
unfolded

standing on the precipice
of scorched earth
stepping around grave stones
stepping over graves
resting places

the essence of them I held within
the essence of me
reaching to touch shadows
dropping a red rose
atop a casket

my body reduced to remnants dry
as a tree now lifeless
brittle as earth in drought
cracked and devoid of water

but my soul though languishing
refused to perish
as hope will not
when secured in
determination

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

dropping-red-rose

October 22, 2016September 2, 2017

The Tiny Crocus

I recall two years past another time
when my heart within my chest gave
no inkling it would fail me
as hearts are want to do

The crocus would begin to peer
above the ground in unexpected places
in the grassy areas and I would
mow around them carefully

Then smile to see their petals close
to open only when the sun’s rays
caught their lavender petals
amidst the hosta’s large leaves

They came up year after year splendid
regal, demanding to be seen
pushing aside grass, weeds, plants
‘look at me, look at me’

I looked and now how I miss them
yet how I am so like them always
determined to break forth, to go past
what my heart was capable of doing

I did steer past all the obstacles
the ones in my way, the ones not seen
microscopic bacteria running rampant
using my blood like water driven roads

All the while moving forward striving
to rise above like the tiny crocus
clinging to soil beneath the grass
pushing through all the hosta leaves

My heart did fail me but others like me
took great care that it should beat again
that I might recall a time now past and
a lesson learned from the tiny crocus

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

tiny-crocus