Friday, January 11, 2008
Surreal Lingering
A frantic moth wings desperately at the light. Staggering shadows darken imagination; glittering river stones forever line my thoughts. The slumber swoons across the land, a bulging moon takes its position. The night bleeds into every corner. The lament of the last bird fades with carpricious stars...
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Monday, January 7, 2008
Memories Unveiled
We shook the trees to gather fruits like answers. We tilted the sun to give us blossom. We created villages with words, universes with paintbrushes. A beclouded day was no setback to our bright eyes, peeling the apple for light. Lovers like mirrored waters, trembling to one another's joy, a plush...
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Sunday, January 6, 2008
April's Hope
A plum sunrise pierces through the clouds. The sound of soft hoofs echoes in the silence. Marmalade blossoms cross each path toward the pond where swans of fluffy white gather. I am drawn to the tears of sap from trees telling a story of seasons past. World eroding against the smoke of memories. New...
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Sunday, December 30, 2007
Hour of Solitude
A waft of salty sea breeze stirs the morning call. Clouds hail the dawn. Dawn stretches for full light and everything will soon burst into breathless day. The seagulls enjoy it all hovering ever so gracefully by an unseen hand. Transcendent soul in deep red and orange takes flight against horizon's...
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Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Soliloquy of Many Colors
I come to where the sun speaks in a soliloquy of many colors. The morning kisses the water, rippling to where I sit and stare. Here I take a cup of peace as a gentle waterfall expresses the energy of life, and a twig floats lazily by. My gaze is not fixed on only one point, but stretches across the...
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Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Year's End
Solitude is a trail through mist; What is behind is swallowed by clouds. Each step ahead leads towards clarity. Year's end is the drawstring on a bag of yesterdays, packed tight. No need to reopen it or pull the heavy load in the fog, Dead weight is dead, let it be. If for some reason, it falls...
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Saturday, December 22, 2007
Shoreline of Dream
When sweet sleep takes you to the garden gate, of open promises, where time is laced in pink blossoms, yellow kisses of sun and moon, mint greens, blue bells of echoing beauty, here, you will find me among serenity's stone path, in gossamer gown and gentle smile, a flower to my face, as I take in...
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Friday, December 21, 2007
A Poet's World
I come to a kingdom of rocks surrounded by veils of orange and browns, a quiet world for poets and philosophers to find their feather and stone. The scent of a morning fire rises from a nearby cabin where a cat stretches lazily in a window pane. A red bird flits from tree to tree, penant of...
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Sunday, December 16, 2007
On the shoreline
The sea breathes, Mother Nature's womb swells. The moon is a ghostly companion controlling her every mood. I sit on an abandoned shoreline, fixing my gaze on time in a broken bottle. The wind speaks, crackling palm trees in disarray, as if objecting to the eerie gray sky, the changes crashing to...
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Saturday, December 15, 2007
Summer's Child
I ache for the warm breath of sunlight, but am greeted with winter white across the fields. All blossoms sleep until spring. Dare I do the same? The season's sheet of ice pierced solitude with broken branches and cracked silence. Then it all melted and now is covered in veils of quiet snow. The cats...
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