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Artist…a poem

Photo of a Sad Girl Holding Paint Brush

she sat in her studio
dreaming
lost in ideas
and colors
forms
lines
and movement
pictures
drifted by
then faded
as the light
around her paled
and left her
still in her chair
her head
filled with
incredible
visions

 

Photo:  Cottonbro
Pexels

A perfect moment…

Sunset, Sun, Evening Sky, Clouds

the other night
I was outside
with my cat Emily
the sun was just dipping
below the horizon
there was no wind
it was warm
a bird was singing
its final daytime song
and I looked around
filled with happiness
and thought
this is one of those
perfect moments
and I’m so glad
to be alive

A work of art…Lizard…a poem

Iguana, Lizard, Reptile, Exotic

tiny wee lizard
your beauty is unsurpassed
your mohawk
a delight
your eyes are dark
alert and searching
your lovely toes and claws
a wonder to behold
your coloring
and the texture of your
skin call for soft pets
and butterfly kisses
tiny lizard
you are a perfect
work of art

 

Photo:  hhtruong97
Pixabay

Whisper…

brown tree trunk on brown soil

Once upon a time, there was a special forest.  It was called Whisper.  Not everyone could find it, even if they looked for it.  The trees themselves decided who could, or could not see them.

If you happened to be walking down the street and suddenly found yourself on the forest path, well, you could be sure the trees had something to tell you.  The path was staggered, and just long enough to let those who visited, know what they were supposed to learn, because as once on the path, each tree Whispered something to the walker.  Each tree…had something to say, an important message to impart.

No one who walked the path, was ever the same.  They came away from the forest with new insights, a sense of joy and a better understanding of life itself.  It was like a Near Tree Experience, where a person leaves their body and is shown pictures and told amazing things.

Trees know everything.  They’ve been here from the beginning.  Their stories are handed down from tree to tree, from forest to forest, by the ancient ones, who were here from the first light.  Not all the things they show people are pleasant.  They show clear-cutting, the destruction of the rain forests the ugliness of humans and how they are destroying the earth, and everything on it.

But for the most part, they sing softly and tell exciting stories of the First Trees.  They tell of children, and other animals, climbing in their branches, laughing and napping among their leaves.  They tell of the love they have for each other and all of nature.  They whisper about how we have lost our hearts, hidden them away for money, power and status, leaving trees and nature itself behind, to fend for itself, as we cement the earth and pollute The Mother.

The Whispering continues until the path ends.  A person can only walk in the forest once in their lifetime.  The secrets the trees tell are too big, to hear them more than once. It’s a beautiful place, a living museum of time itself.  If you’re very fortunate, maybe someday, you’ll be invited to experience the Whispers.

 

Photo Mario Dobelmann
Unspash

April…a poem

white calendar on brown rack

april
can’t be trusted
anything can happen
in april
the weather is
unpredictable
the only thing that can be said
about it
is
WHO KNOWS WHAT’S COMING NEXT
it’s a contrary month
full of fits and starts
storms and gentle rains
sunshine and soft clouds
it can lull you into believing
that spring has arrived
until you wake up and
see snow on the ground
april is the
trickster
a friend of
Coyote
you can’t help
but love them
but you have to
stay on your toes
whenever they’re around

 

Photo:  Charles Deluvio
Unsplash

PROTECTION…a poem

text

we have to protect black lives
we have to protect women from violence
we have to protect children
we have to protect asian lives
we have to protect immigrants
we have to protect poor and hungry people
we have to protect the imprisoned
we have to protect ourselves from the police
we have to protect ourselves from our government
we have to protect animals
we have to protect the environment

WHO DON’T WE HAVE TO PROTECT
AND WHO ARE WE PROTECTING EVERYONE FROM

FROM PEOPLE WHO HATE
FROM PEOPLE WHO ARE CHRISTIAN CONSERVATIVES
FROM REPUBLICANS
FROM THE RICH
FROM THE POWERFUL
FROM THE GREEDY

FROM EACH OTHER

THIS IS REAL INSANITY

WHO AND WHAT DON’T WE HAVE TO PROTECT
OTHER THAN RICH WHITE MALES

 

Photo:  Jason Leung
Unsplash

 

 

You know this picture is all about magic…A poem

White and Brown Cat

a witch lives with me
we work together
in harmony
as it should be
what we do
is for the
good of all
and the harm of none
and you may well ask
how we know
what is good for all
well that’s easy
what we do is
loving and kind
life affirming
in a world
that is determined
to do the exact
opposite
I’m happy to be a
familiar
and she’s happy
to be my witch
merry meet
and merry part
and merry meet
again
blessed be

 

 

Photo:  Xue Guangjian
Pexels

That moment…a poem

woman in black coat standing on brown wooden fence looking at the sea

this reminds me of a
WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE
moment
the end of the line
no more putting it off
sink or swim
so to speak
either dive in
build stairs
learn to fly
or turn around
and do something
different
then again
perhaps one should just
look the  beautiful the snow
then get a nice
hot cup of cocoa
and adopt a cat

 

Photo:  Simon Lohmann
Unsplash

A work of art…

grayscale photo of closed-eyes woman

her beauty
is undeniable
her strength
and bearing
obvious
a powerful
Goddess
a woman
who did not
surrender
but fought
the life
she was given
and won

 

 

Photo:  CristianNewman
Unsplash

The tree…a poem

green grass field under cloudy sky during daytime

the tree stood alone
but it was never lonely
the sun came to visit most days
as did the wind and soft breezes
clouds often stopped by
and there was always the rain
to look forward to
so every morning
when the tree woke up
it could hardly wait
to see who
and what
the day would bring

 

 

Photo:  Pixabay

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