Reeds bowing gently in the wind—
you know exactly how to bend
so as not to break into pieces.
Bend
Tag Archives: musings
Nap
A man (that I love) once told me:
“People who sleep in the middle of the day
aren’t taking life seriously.”
I climbed the loft steps to take an afternoon nap,
and dreamily thought: “He might just be right.”
Antelope Canyon
Sometimes small and gentle things can have a huge impact.
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Blue Brick Composition
I cannot sustain my attention in a math class,
or a hit television show, not on a business lecture,
or a religious sermon, not in a broadway musical
or a classical ballet.
But I could watch the shadows dance along these bricks for hours.
Treasure
A little boy’s toy,
turned into a man’s treasure;
passed onto his young son,
and now put away to
emerge on a bright summer day
in the distant future for another.
On the shelf right now
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
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.
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