books by Sibella Court
two quarters, a nickle and three pennies
very tiny bunny
a cup with pencils, pens, brushes and a knife
bracelet with green stones
birch bark
frosted glass mushroom and a sparrow’s skull
On the shelf right now
Tag Archives: musings
Ego: east meets west philosophies
Recently, I was asked , “What makes you special?”
My first peaceful thought was simply, “nothing”.
And my second, “Does that make me special?”
Reflections
Epilogues of improbable epilogues,
held in rebellious reflections
of all that still remains possible.
Sweet daisy
so lovely and unpretentious,
why can’t we all be just like you?
Exposed
Passing graffiti in the desert, I wonder, who are the artists?
What person came to this barren, unforgiving land where one can drive for hours without passing a house, a business, another human—and decided to make their mark here in the middle of nothing?
Much later I realized, we are all artists of one kind or another but some of us are brave enough to paint the desert.
Beautiful and Uncommon
Downpour in the sunshine
A blue-eyed horse
Shooting stars in the city
Watching an eagle fly
Spotting a wolf in the wilderness
The northern lights
A red moon
Finding an iridescent feather
Escape
Are you racing down at dawn to flee a scorching fire—
or leaping up at twilight to meet a burning lover?
Things I love II (an incomplete list)
morning toast
the words “archery” and “acrid”
black cherries
summer storm clouds
old photographs
the sound of crows
purple roses
the time — 11:11
wooden boxes
postcards
silver bracelets
long good-byes
campfires
dreams of flying
used book stores
windy nights
chocolate
an old pair of jeans
pencil cases
helvetica and garamond
Perspective
Walking along the rail tracks,
reckless empowerment grips me—
if I really wanted to, I could jump a train.
I start to count the ties,
lose track, and head back home.
The current
Barges and mallards,
herons and mayflies,
grey geese and thistles
follow the river against the current.
They make it look so easy.
spanishwoods 