https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/I HAVE THREE TURE LOVES, POETRY, PHOTOGRAPHY, AND NATURAL SCULPTING AND I THINK THAT THIS IS THE PERFECT BLOGSPOT TO BRING ALL LIFE TO EACHhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/803957LOVE ME NOT I wake with dawn’s golden sunshine Warm on my shoulders, Feast on the morning air So sweet, Filled with the scent Of hollyhocks and columbine. I stroll through emerald fields With bare feet, Each toe Savoring the cool fragrant dew. I walk, and walk Problems and worries away For miles,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/803922QUESTION # ONE So this poetry… Must it be so narrow, so trite, So hidden in sunshine As to be anointed For only beauty’s eye, Or the narrow enchantments of love and joy, Like a box of polished imagery spilled Through the prying days Of those who prize only fondness And flowers, Those who only...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/803885THE ACHING The orange sky Is fading fast And the mountains that surround You and I Turn violet with dusk As small remnants of clouds Edged on by wind and storm Tease the blue moon Into smaller and smaller pieces- - - Now night falls upon us Like a blanket pulled From some distant shelf And I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/803843Buck bush and Rocky Mountain juniper Stretch side by side Up this old game trail I once hiked With younger legs. Near the top Where the cliffs begin You notice that your whole word Lies below your feet. u.j.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/802805OUR HOUSE We have four cats, two of which simply adore my wife, one 20 year old taby who spends his time with those who have food and one bossy little nip who spends her waking hours sitting on my lap She hates it when I write Maybe she’s right u.j.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/801777There is a certain light In the eyes of children That is so warm and bright That over time Begins to fade away In the eyes of those Who grow And think themselves Wise. u.j.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/UtahJay6993/801739God only knows how you long for the caress of another soft hand, that warming touch that tells you your alive, that touch that steadies your step in the first awkward movements of your re-acquaintance, feeling like a flower lost between the thorns. u.j.