absence

there are things I miss
signs of past visitations
only traces remain

puff of dust

wood grain reflections
light and shadow on the floor
one small puff of dust

each the love

Prompted from Carry on Tuesday:
"We are each the love of someone’s life"



we are each the love
that makes somebody's heart sing
I know it is true

somewhere a song lifts
the soul's longing for true love
a minor refrain


blistering guitar
and sultry vocals crooning
tell me it could be true


match made in heaven
like the singer and the song
where is my grace note?


end of a long search
turning around, there you are
let's sing together

all clear up here

swish and dodge away
red-winged black bird surprised me
dashing across the trail

a bright flash above
the eagle's white tail told me:
it's all clear up here

thumpety thump-thump
whirring sound of swans landing
run across water

shhh

the stupidest things
can cause such bad behavior
let's just get along

dragging home from work
exhausted from a long day
can't I pick tonight?

longing for silence
to hear the sounds of the house
or nothing at all

open-mouthed with joy

[from Carry On Tuesday]
This week our prompt is the opening of the poem
The Poet and his Song by Paul Laurence Dunbar

"A song is but a little thing,
And yet what joy it is to sing!"

black fingers spread wide
the crow swooped across the road
open-mouthed with joy


one note symphony
a song is but a little thing
cawing's how he sings

you make me wanna wear dresses

pale bare legs
taste the weak spring sun
(they like it)

no more pants
dresses for me now
ah, sweet air!

special talents

Carry on Tuesday #44 ~
This week our prompt is the opening of
Isabel Allende’s 1999 novel
Daughter of Fortune:
Everyone is born with some special talent

daughter of fortune:
with your gem encrusted touch
you leap into life

to those without grace
nevertheless, a gift falls
pick it up and run!

everyone is born
to specialize in something
what is your talent?

all the little lives

crumbling mushrooms
fed mice and squirrels last year
now return to earth

everything must die
so another may be fed
all those little lives

each breath means a choice
death is happening inside me
yet I am alive

no longer lonely
microscopic views reveal
the web of our lives


inspired by Simple Gestures: Part One

the pearl you seek

if you seek freedom
get out of the comfort zone
take a leap of faith

a new path beckons
get lost in the unknown space
find the pearl you seek

the essence of the truth
(and what is that anyway?)
open the shell and sea!

oh, the chair is so comfy!

thoughts flying inside
oh, the chair is so comfy
get up and move now!

buy a map
plot a brand new course
make it real

far from straight
the road meanders
(so do I)

springtime for crows

phase one: chase the hawk
bring a friend along with you
aerial highjinx

phase two: eat some road kill
receding snow reveals deer
winters left overs

phase three: form a choir
hang out in groups making noise
decorate branches

yellow blooms laugh

true, you never know
the innermost perspective
just enjoy the gaze

old stalks fall away
making room for new green shoots
first yellow blooms laugh

my camera is off
on another adventure
documenting spring

baaaa!

oh, we're the black sheep
it's human (versus) nature
I wonder who'll win?

to the yard

December move-in
many things were hidden then
under winter's coat

take off you white robe
and let me see your body
I want to know more


snow melting away
earth emerges from beneath
who is living there?


beside the green house
small green things are popping
and saying hello