To Each His Own

A painting

colors…defined and chosen

restraint and darkness…heartache expressed

a canvas…sad and depressed


A painting

colors…scattered and released

Scampering light, heart shines with glee

A canvas…happy and free


A painting

colors…defined and scattered

chosen and released, heart tones content

a canvas…blended dark and light bent


A painting

colors…authentic and real

interpretation where paint meets

a canvas…leaving a mark to greet


A painting

colors…designed and covered

displaying internal dwellings through choice 

a canvas…the final result is voice


A painting

colors…conveyed and conflicted

between surface meaning and what lies below

a canvas…denied or accepted brushstroke flow


A painting

colors…predetermined and freed

ironically misleads strokes

a canvas…truthful or a lie to some a hoax


A painting

colors…skillful and refined

conviction through brush movement

a canvas…sacred and amazingly lucent


A painting

colors…traditional and original

limitations bring about imitation

a canvas…betrayal and trust destinations


A painting

colors…inspired and thorough

human connection seen in the eyes

a canvas…tells a story…no lies


A painting

colors…sentimental and tough

human desires of connection

a canvas…love and longing affection


A painting

colors…warm and inviting

defining the parameters left

a canvas…defining and inspiring deft


A painting

colors…balanced and unbalanced

positioning itself to convey and communicate

a canvas…message delivered…life to punctuate


A painting

colors…moving and timed

bringing light and dark flashes

a canvas…an revealed through crashes



October 30, 2020

This is a portion of a watercolor painting I bought for $4 at a yard sale. Every time I look at it I am amazed. There was a tag on the back that said Peru. The elderly woman selling from her garage that day said that she picked this painting up at a street fair while in Peru. I wish I had asked more about it.

A Snail Embrace

I held your home in the palm of my hand today,

found it on a watery beachy sand.

Neighbors and newcomers were scattered about,

checking out your territory and unguarded land.

I assume you’ve moved on because you were nowhere to be found,

your belongings no longer there.

no calcium remnants scattered at the curved open door,

no additions were noted, giving new flair.

My mind drifts to your journey,

moving slowly, upon the ocean floor,

wondering along, meeting others and passing by

looking for a new place to explore.

You know, we’re a lot alike,

you and me.

We find our heart at home

when near the wide open sea.

The waves may toss and tumble

and move us all about,

but we’re always protected and carried

Faith held in the journey, leaves no doubt.

Softly landing upon a seashore where

sand is at our feet,

the sunset and sunrise bring us rest

until at last, home in hand, we once again meet.


October 15, 2020

Face Analysis

Expressions left on her face by others perceived,

gestures and signals, falsely believed. 

Study her face when she knows no one’s there

truth and honesty will show up to share.


Her smile can be seen, but yet sadness lingers inside.

Her face can show presence, but yet distance does abide.

Her wink that shows acceptance, but yet rejects,

tender spoken words that flow, but yet are filled with circumspect. 


Her hand that twists the curled strands of hair,

Lips that move, yet convincing words aren’t there.

Eyebrows that shift closer with strain

Her gritting of teeth, hidden intense heart felt pain. 


Study her face in a moment captured aside, 

from all that surrounds and tries to hide.

Truth and honesty are sure to be there

in her face that will show you how much she really does care. 


October 15, 2020

Been Awhile

I’ve been away from the postings here for awhile. A few things have changed here..a new wordpress editor…great. (smiling) I did look through a few of the postings here of those I used to follow…glad to see most everyone is doing well and continuing doing what they do.

I’ve been away from writing for awhile….best way to explain it is I’ve been hanging onto the tail-end of a gust of wind….just allowing it to take me here and there.  LOL  mostly there.

Since January, I’ve “challenged” English Language learners to show a school administration what they could do, self quarantined, battled the elements while selling plants to anxiety ridden home bound gardeners  in a greenhouse on a pavement (long story), brought a calm presence to anxiety ridden  home bound crafters in a retail setting (another long story), and tried to keep informed on the latest health mandates.

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DNA Alterations

Held in a bark lined trunk,  

Acorn confusion scattered,  changed with time

held captive in an “enraged” maple mind


Locked within

So much color to behold

A young cotyledon forced to grow old


Repeat the pattern

Across a treeline, so as to imprint

into a cell, message sent


A preconceived plan altered when

recognition occurs

interruptions in growth, vividly stirs


Messy and scattered

against a blue sky

Answers needed, unexplained, no reasons why


Creator  feeling loss

of life out of control

needing to escape, burning whole


“Strength grown out of weakness”

providing new roots as needed

Growing through life, new beginnings greeted. 

Time Found Us

Tracing the  length of my arm to the tips of my fingers,

invisible strands reach for the laughter and dance 

that is found 

in the vastness of the stars filled

with you.


No corners to get hung up in.

No room filled darknesses.


Boundless breaths of air fill me 

to a point of expansion 

where radiant beams of  light 

warm and surround me

with you.


No boundaries where lines are drawn.

No hearts held motionless.


Yesterdays bring us to a place where tetherball dreams

and race car schemes collide 

Hand printed words carried into laughter induced moments 

where the desk in front of me is occupied 

with you. 


No rulers to  confine thoughts.

No splintered reflections.


Only a connection and a plan 

where there are no walls to run into

or red flags to slow it down.

Only measureless possibilities 

with you.


No obstacles to cause stumbling.

No doubts to bring retreat.


Unlimited movement finds truth 

as it reaches for the laughter and dance

found in  the vastness of the star filled strands 

leading to the tips of your fingers

as you trace the length of your arms

to me.  


Reflection #1

Peering out the window

into the blackness of night,

all that I see are my own

eyes illuminated in the glass.


Round and seeking eyes that reach

into the darkness 

for  all that is unknown in 

what lies beyond the night of the soul.


A longing is held within this moment.

The eyes  open into the heart

of today’s cries into

a deafening silence of tomorrow’s existence.  



The Latin and French coined the word reflection

showing expression, absorption, and a throwing back

of one’s own perception of sight, thought or consequence.


Conclusions are brought about and yet …

at times…

more questions may occur requiring more reflection.


Time is needed and should be respected

when the act of reflection calls 

upon one’s heart, mind and soul.


A soulful you awaits

sometimes in peace, sometimes in agony

for the casting of stilled thoughts

and heart filled significance.


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