Monday, February 1, 2016

FEBRUARY 2016


Prompt: Let this be the year.....
~
Let this be the year
to focus on each precious
moment seeing it clearly
unobscured by worries 
not gazing into an uncertain 
future letting go of happenings 
which cannot be controlled
leaving space to truly savor
our many blessings those rare
beautiful moments captured
reminding us that all is not
doomed let's live life to the 
fullest not turning our backs
on the world's troubles but
allowing ourselves to savor
guilt free moments of stillness
thus replenishing the well
for surely none of us can carry
the weight of the world on
our shoulders each and every day
let this be the year....


Exotic beauties
bathing in sunlight
moment of Zen


Silky fur gleaming
velvet toes twitching
Ming Dragon dreams


Winter twilight
on bare branches
robins roost


February sunrise
against a cerulean blue sky
buzzards rising


 February gloaming
romantic dinner outside
soulful frog serenade


Good to the last bite
Tuscan dream reappears
sweet snowy mountain

***
Birthday celebration
falls on Chinese New Year
auspicious beginning?


Magic Mountain
~
Rising majestically
valley at his feet
we can feel his pull
even here two hours
south his siren song
calls to us softly
soon we tell him...soon

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

JANUARY 2016


Year's end tonight
so today we play
blissing out in the snow
laughing out loud
on the brilliant white flanks
of magic mountain
endless deep blue skies
glittering powdery snow
drifting like fairy dust
through the trees stirring
in the gentlest of breezes
hidden forest paths 
where lavender shadows 
hide beneath the pines
savoring these precious
moments we reconnect
strengthening bonds
formed over the years
once a wee curly headed
girl now a grown woman
taking on the world 
spreading your wings
but in these precious moments
you return to us once again
as you have year after year
how quickly time slipped past
yet some things never change
you were our joy in the old year
and will be our joy in the new
what a wonderful way to see
in this brand New Year together
side by side we bid good bye
to the old and welcome the
new with open arms
to discover and explore
a blessed brand New Year...


***


Happily humming
capturing fleeting moments
of sublime beauty


At the edge of the bank
white toes grip tight
holding on for dear life


Sssssh, tread softly
emerald dragon slumbers
disturb not his peace


Newborn triplets
bravely rise up
beneath gray skies

***
Prompt~Quirks
***
Quirks?? Who me?? Never!!
Ok, I confess I do have a few
more really than I have space
to mention I am sure more
will surface as I ponder
this week's prompt
for now there's this
don't you like your
tea in this cup but your
coffee in that one??
Sadly my husband just
doesn't understand
that particular quirk
to him a cup is a cup
to me it's got to be
the right one and my morning
and evening tea has to
be in the darling blue
pot with matching cup
and my cozy to go with it
soup spoons only one is
the one and then there's
the yogurt spoon
yes that one the lovely
smooth as silk in your mouth
spoon given to me by my
aunt only it will do
then there are certain pots
for certain dishes
and of course the right
stirring spoon for each one
don't get me started on
the knives which are proper
for each job of course my poor
husband's mind cannot wrap
itself around these odd quirks
of mine but he indulges them
as best he can if he
remembers from day to day
if he doesn't I usually
sneak back into the kitchen
and get the proper one
though I am pleased to say
yesterday I did suffer silently
whilst sipping my tea
from the Alice in Wonderland
coffee cup because the
Cheshire cat grins especially
wide while having coffee
or is that just in my fevered
quirky imagination??


Hair Magic
~
Sad, droopy hair
resurrected
back to it's shiny
bouncy self
smiling magician
wields not sword
but shiny scissors
cheerfully she
worked her magic
laughing and chatting
self confidence
restored my thinning
hair slowly recovering
along with myself
we're ready to take
on the world again


***



Could it possibly be a bit quirky
that as I view our natural
world capturing it greedily
via camera for all time
then gazing at my treasures
on the big screen at home
suddenly words join me
start telling a story
imaginary conversations
bloom in my mind ordinary
things take on a life of their
own two bald eagles chatting
while pecking in moist winter
pastures minding  their own
business no doubt soaking up
a bit of delicious sun
taking their ease when suddenly
there comes an intruder with
one shiny glittering eye
pointed at them cyclops like
staring at them rather rudely
briefly inspecting this
disturber of their afternoon
peace with sharp eagle eyes
no doubt saying to one
another "What on earth?"
then briefly nodding twice
deciding by mutual agreement
not to take any foolish chances
quickly taking flight then
alighting in a nearby tree
looking over their great
feathered shoulders maybe
a bit curious after all
no doubt clacking their great
yellow beaks in annoyance
discussing how forward
and rather intrusive the
human race is getting to be
no privacy to be had anywhere
clumsy two-footed ones
taking ones photo without
so much as an by your leave
or even proper introduction
for that matter~ what ever
is this world coming to
all talked out smoothing
their shiny feathers
finally deciding to ignore
this intrusion no doubt
saying to one another
"The view from this branch is
really quite lovely, don't you think?"



***

Prompt: Shadows
~
California winter storms
roar across the land
El Nino is no child's play
muddied creek is howling
jubilantly carrying whole
trees down stream while those
still standing on the banks
rock too and fro up top
trees are tossing and
turning restlessly their
great heads bowing low
into the fierce gust as if
to pay homage to this bringer
of much needed nourishment
snug inside gazing out
dark shadow hovers nature's
might and plenty endangers
forty foot Christmas tree
planted tenderly with love
nearly two decades ago
mighty trunk is showing
pine pitch fungus damage
soon this giver of shade
shelter of flocks of birds
must come down leaving a
large hole in our hearts
and our skyline dreading
the day which will not be
able to be put off much longer
casts a long dark shadow over
nature's joyful exuberant play
already we mourn the loss
still praying for a miracle
we know won't come gazing
out with heavy hearts
branches sway birds flit
in and out their rest stop
between feeders blessed they
are for they not knowing
of the dark shadow hovering
sadly we see it all too clearly
where will Luna play hide and
seek as she sinks out of
sight on moonlit nights

***

Greetings Lady Luna
having missed your
presence these past
stormy nights such a
delight taking the air
together once again
followed by moon shadows
we walk the land
you high above gracing
deep indigo skies
myself below taking
step after careful step
soft moist earth beneath
my feet we stop at the
edge of the canyon
loud roar of the creek
tonight nearly drowned
out by shrill raucous song
amorous frogs court loudly
their unions blessed
by your silvery light


Imagination runs wild
nestled in woodland's shadow
wee embryonic dragon
covered in minute scales
or merely Mother Nature
playfully tricking
the eye ~ flights of fancy


Rising
feeling centered
monkey mind rests
spirit once again nourished
Meditation

***

Moving
turning slowly
hands form clouds
they drift past gracefully
TaiChi


Robin threw a party
invited all his friends
eating everything in sight
the music never ends
appearing nearly drunken
reeling from place to place
having ever so much fun
you can see it on this face
the berries are all gone now
the party crowd is gone
but we can still hear echoes
of their celebration song


Storm torn skies
for one brief moment
her light shines


Three years ago this month
we came together one at a time
small timid steps as we picked
up our first stone placing
it carefully then another
until we formed a community
we came together in search of
finding mindfulness in each
moment and we did that
but in the process we found
so much more we found kindred
spirits we found support
we found encouragement we
were uplifted by fellow
writers on dark days finding
rays of sunshine offered
by those on the same journey
on other days we were the
ones who lifted up one another
three years later though our
community has changed to some
extend the essence still remains
we gather stones and often boulders
together side by side our words
weaving a colorful tapestry
this web spun with words delicate
yet strong much like a spider's web
we are truly blessed are we not?


***


Slowly melting by the wayside
monster storm's calling card
remains slushy piles of hail
still dapple meadows randomly
two days ago it roared through
our valley leaving communities
buried deep we escaped it's fury
yet will never forget viewing
the monster from our land as it
grew rapidly boiling up into a
clear blue sky a living entity
alive and furious it seemed
lightening bolts like spears
crackled from it's ominous black
heart growling thunder rumbled
across the land fleeing quickly
we scampered up hill as if pursued
by the beast slipping sliding
panting we ascended the long hill
out of breath welcome silence
enveloped us broken only by the
gentle crackling of the warm fire
and our wildly thundering hearts
finally they slowed settling once
again to their normal reassuring rhythm

***


Prompt: You lift me up...
~
Gray day dark mood
still struggling
to rise above it all
our peaceful morning
violently broken leaving 
us shaken unable to un-see
the seen how do we erase
images and sounds not 
even knowing the reason 
only taking guesses
trying to justify it all
but no one is talking
we are stranded here
on our own small "island"
trapped by economics and
loving our little place
today made it crystal clear
we stand alone ~ invisible
if only our small paradise
could be lifted up then
gently placed elsewhere
among kindred spirits who
make us shine who nourish
our souls who know our song 
happy to sing along~lifting us up 



Delicate silhouette
even when quietly sitting
humming with life


Gilded threads
lifting up into the sky
miniature forest


Reaching up
embryonic shadows within
golden promise

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

DECEMBER 2015

WORDS
~
Spoken in anger
tasting bitter 
on the tongue
***
Where does it all end
how do we turn this
bloody tide around what 
will it take for all to 
realize we need to stand 
together side by side 
no longer standing alone
on the sidelines
watching death flicker
on the blue screens
across our conscience
one death at a time
one refugee at time
one child at a time
one war at a time
one step at a time in
the right direction
heeding not the voices
of wealthy talking heads
aiming to add fuel
to the dangerous blaze
lying politicians
beholden to their donors
greedy corporations
willing to rape the planet
for profit and obscene gain
should we not be standing 
together united against the 
bloody tide threatening
to swallows us all whole
while the greedy prosper
devouring the fruits of 
their harvest of hate
why do we not reach across
seeing our common humanity
all around the world
people who just want to 
live in peace yet the powers
to be will not let it 
die this ugly monster 
rearing it's head taking
lives all around the globe
in the name of whatever cause
suits the moment while those
of us who want and need peace
struggling to stay sane 
the horrors of it all 
unfolding day in and day out
where does it all end
do you have the answer???
***
Posted in Poets poeming for Peace
December 6th, 2014
***
To the neighbor across the street
we send you peace respite from
the demons riding you hard
we send you healing thoughts
hoping that they will find 
and soothe you in your pain
for surely pain is what feeds
the anger and rage you visit upon
those living near those who
tried to help and failed now
enduring your roaring music
filled with hateful lyrics
striking out violently 
your message of hatred being
met by our message of peace
and healing for you and all 
who feel moved to spew such
helpless howling anger at a
world already quivering with 
emotions too large for most
to endure yet endure
we must doing our best this
small gestures via the ether
are all we can manage
we send you peace and healing....
***
Plea for Peace
~
Change that channel 
mute the voices of hate
do your own thinking
before it's too late
~
Change that channel 
still the voices of fear
they're out to steal
all that we hold dear
~
Change that channel
silence prophets of doom
howling their message that
the end is coming soon
~
Change that channel 
while there's still time
write down your thoughts
in thoughtful rhyme
~
Change that channel
channel voices of peace
those who uplift us
giving hearts ease
~
Change that channel
let your inner light shine
care about the world
while there's still time
~
Change that channel 
we need words of peace
words of joy and comfort
let the hate speeches cease



PROMPT: Forever...and ever
***
For decades now
they have come
though overwhelming
at times we
care for them
as best we can
offering them
comfort and food
dry quiet spots
to rest and groom
feline refugees
throwaways lost
souls no matter
what we wail and
worry at times
still how can we
not care for them
and keep caring
forever...and ever.


Prompt: WHAT BRINGS YOU PEACE?
~
On this Winter's Eve
after the storm
Luna's silver crescent
shining so bright
in the night sky
serenely making her descent
her steady brilliance
as she travels the night
sky the constancy
the celestial rhythm
of her lunar cycles
going on forever and
ever into infinity
bring me peace at the end
of this long day....



Knitting in front of the wood stove, I sit
back, feet raised up,basking like a lizard.
Savoring the delicious heat as little wisps of
scent, spices and orange peel in the kettle
atop the stove, curl from it's spout. Blessed
silence enfolds me broken only by the clacking
of bamboo needles as another scarf takes shape.
Now and then a snorting snore emitted by Poppy,
sleeping in front of the stove doing her
own basking and daydreaming, paws a-twitch.
But back to the scarf or should I say scarves.
As I rest, the battle within rages, good guys vs bad
guys, being handily won by the good ones I am pleased
to say. But I was restless, needing to put my hands
to work on something.
So out came the box of unfinished knitting projects.
All was carefully sorted out, half finished in this
pile, leftover skeins in that, some passed along
to a friend. I really only use a favorite yarn
now by Lion's Brand called "Homespun".
And no it's not really homespun. Sadly while I
adore sheep and wooly creatures, their wool makes
me itch like mad, according to my husband this is
to be blamed entirely on my Princess and the Pea DNA.
This lovely yarn, rich in color, luxurious to the touch
is it for me.
Now you might think I just lie there, mindlessly
knitting away, but no. Even though I am not
moving much other then my hands, my mind is
skipping along on little trips of fancy.
My scarfs now also have names.  Recently a
project started long ago  was finally finished
and earned the name of "Northern Woods". Some
of my newer favorites are what I like to call
"Infinity Hugs". Scarfs with no loose ends but
joined to form a continuous loop which wrap
themselves around a bare neck in the most wonderful,
comforting way, without those annoying ends flapping
about, slithering down ones arms. A recent one,
using colorful odds and ends, was named "Artist's Palette".
There is also "Moon Shadow"and "Crystal Cave".
"Baroque Purple" fit for a queen made it's way
across the sea to Mum's house, meant to keep her
warm on her doggy walks around the block, while
adding a splash of color to her now somewhat subdued
wardrobe. And yes, of course she fancies herself
queen of her own small kingdom, so what better color
for her? But I think my favorite to date is a new one,
already earning a name despite having barely gotten
started. I call it "Woodland Walk". As I sorted out
a ball of this and a ball of that, already the colors
began telling a story. Knitting row after row in a lovely,
nubby "Double Moss Stitch" my mind starts walking along.
It's as if I myself walk through shaded bosky woodlands
rich,leafy scents rising, subtle colors hidden everywhere.
Mossy boulders, mushrooms peeking out among the leaves
subtle splashes of purple as if Porcelain berries
still hang in clusters, waiting to be harvested
by dwellers in the forest. Little dabs of red suggesting
rosehips tempting the wild ones.
Closer to the edge my woodlands turns a paler shade of
green as if added light starts finding my path. Then the
scene opens, a forest clearing unfolds pale subtle greens
dabbled with golden splotches of wildflowers, golden
sun rays spill down onto the scene. On the edge of the
virtual meadow little dabs of blue suggest bluebells.
Yes, all this whilst sitting in front of the fire, never
leaving my comfy chair. All while using up odds and ends.
This saturation of the senses, textures, colors and scent
evoke memories. Suggesting a journey to long forgotten
places, a childhood so very long ago now. These thoughts
and fancies thus knitted into a scarf with infinite
care..today this brings me peace.


Cloaking dense fog
invisible geese honk
navigating south


Olive waves to us
outside the window
stormy weather

***

Prompt: Christmas-time-bitter-sweet layers of emotions bleed
***
Counting our blessings
warm home good food
yet feeling the lack
of family sharing
our hearth as they
did long ago a sign
of changing times
regardless we celebrate
this sweetness our
small family human
canine and feline
knowing that too many
are out in the bitter
cold huddled under
cardboard shivering
hungry long forgotten
by those whom they once
called their very own
emotions of gratitude
bleeding into emotions
of sadness contemplating
this dreadful contrast
in our world during
this season of peace
and joy...but not for all


Christmas Full Moon
Wreath of Light
Christmas Miracle


Miraculously she rose
parting the clouds
after heavy rain pelted
our thickly clouded valley
she rose triumphantly
smiling down on all below
this unexpected blessing
gilded the day as she gilded
our tumbling creek spilling
blessed gold at our feet
Christmas Blessing


Christmas Moon
shining bright
atop the pine
this blessed
magic night
Christmas star


Prompt: LIFE ~ What is it really? (to you)
***
Life to me are the brief moments of grace
grace which recharges our batteries
grace which gives us hope on dark days
grace illuminating what is truly important
personally to me those much needed moments
of grace are most often found in nature
the many facets of nature's beauty restful
meditation which calm the mind in our often
chaotic and seemingly hopeless world
these moments of grace make life worthwhile


Murmuration pauses
bare trees bear dark fruit
evening slowly approaches

***

Great Horned Owl
hoots in the night
scanning our garden
bathed in moonlight
hurry up kitties
come in for the night
lest you be taken
for a last fatal flight
great owl is hunting
needing a meal
hurry up kitties
the danger is real!!


Monday, November 2, 2015

NOVEMBER 2015



Prompt: PASSION
~
I love color with a passion
flaming glorious sunsets  
quiet pearlescent sunrises
washing the skies in luminous
pastels glowing autumn leaves 
nature splashing colors with
abandon as if to have one more
fling dropping the curtain then
letting the dark gray season
have the stage as all rests
gathering strength for yet 
another colorful season ahead
vivid new growth emerging
on the first days of spring
new foliage vivid lime green
illuminated by a lemony sun
so welcome after a long winter
really it's very difficult 
for me to end sharing all 
these passions as there is
so much in nature to be 
passionate about I could speak
at length about the vivid
rich red pelt worn by the fox
the brilliant feathers 
shining in the trees as birds
gather to chat and warble
maybe it's not even so much
colors I am passionate about
but really all magnificent
wonders nature lays at our feet
asking only that we see
and admire her beauty treasure
her many gifts protect her 
where we can I am passionate
about that as well and 
admire those who walk the walk
giving of themselves with 
passion making a difference
be it ever so small as we all
can even by taking modest 
heartfelt action with passion.

***

Prompt: Passion
~
I have a passion for books
and reading instilled into
me by my dad a passion which
has seen me through some
of the toughest darkest times
in a life not always easy
allowing me to escape if even
briefly during times of stress
and dark fear for the future
this passion still shines
even now in this much calmer
peaceful time of life as I
look upon the shelves and
stacks of books filling every
space a comforting blanket
to wrap myself in as I open
colorful covers and dive deep
into another different world
reading, feeling, following
silky threads of words spun
being right there along with
characters who are often hard
to leave behind at "The End"
and you..do you feel the passion??

***

Prompt: White Poppies for Peace
~
White poppies
so rare and fragile
translucent petals
easily crushed
frayed and trampled
as is our hope
for worldwide peace
yet we must keep
hoping and working
for a better world
while proudly wearing
white poppies for peace
yet never forgetting
those who's blood was
spilled and those in
harms way so many lives
wasted all over our
restless bloodied planet
controlled by politics
and military complexes
vast industries profiting
from blood spilled soaking
the earth so many of us
long for peace long
for a life of dignity
a life not bought at such a
terrible price we want no
blood spilled  in our name
or for "freedom" we just want
a world of peace where life
is precious and honored
not thrown away in muddy
bloodied battlefields
where even the most innocent
perish too young never
understanding why pain
and suffering visits them
far too soon all dreams
and hope for the future
dying with them potential
lost for all times
lives wasted never allowed
to come into full flower
white poppies for peace
beacon of hope in a
world awash in poppies
of red honoring the memory
of too many lives lost
already will the madness
ever end? "White Poppies
For Peace" glowing bright
 tender fragile promise
a peaceful future for all


Ming's moment of Zen
reminder that even
amidst chaos and change
one can sit calmly
modeling faux fur
breathing deeply
knit...purr...knit...purr
counting blessings
not stitches...knit...purr


November 13th, 2015
~
End of the day
sinking into bed
weighed down
heart heavy
mourning with France
and the city of
love and light
feeling the pain
deeply even here
thousands of miles
away..will it ever end?
Let there be PEACE



Little owl and pussycat
resting side by side
pussycat is sleeping
owl's eyes are open wide
high up in the canopy
her golden eyes can see
everything that's down
below fairies gnomes
and trees little doors
start opening lanterns
now are lit fairy folk
 are rising quiet glades
now shimmer filled with
night time magic
and twinkly fairy glimmer
little owl is blinking
taking it all in
pussy's toes twitch
in her sleep life
is but a dream.

***

Prompt: Time is
~
Time is running out
time is short for all of us
we know not when our hourglass
runs out of grains of sand
united we watched the
world around us turn dark
and scary bloodied broken
precious lives lost all
over the planet uncertain
times ahead we felt united in
our grief but already human
nature starts unraveling niggling
finding fault harmony starts
tottering on unsteady feet words
are written you don't care enough
you only care about this or that issue
you only  fly this flag on your
profile picture you're not grieving
hard enough your grief is for the wrong
disaster how on earth can this planet
thrive how can we overcome dark times
when even in grief we cannot get along
we find fault we critize we put down
those who only want to find their own way
of dealing with it all how can we make
peace happen on our precious planet when
we can't even respect each and every
one of us for their own way of dealing
with the frightening happenings all
around us our beautiful planet in
grave danger from us the human race
how can we save us and our planet
if we lack tolerance for others
on something as basic as grieving
lives lost in vain anywhere everywhere
it's time to support encourage empower
not time to critique find fault because
time is running out time is growing short


Bert the Frog
has changed
his togs he's
growing once
again sporting
now his newest
one the old
sways tattered
and forlorn
looking a bit
like Bert's
ectoplasmic ghost
swaying eerily
back and forth
fairly shouting booo
oblivious Bert struts
his stuff he hasn't
got a care stands
tippy-toed he begs
for food all we
can do is stare..



***

Morning flight
meets rising sun
a shooting star


Inside our window
wolves sing songs
of praise heads
thrown back snouts
pointed mesmerized
it seems by this
crystal full moon
which never wanes
above watchful owl
sits in silence
gracing this magical
pewter world
inside our window

***

Prompt: TASTE
~
Isn't it amazing how a scent
or taste can take you back
time traveling into the past
seemingly in the blink of an
eye as I peel my clementine
little squirts of oils shoot
into the room delicately
scenting the air with it's
sweet-tart odor laying the
first slice onto my tongue
crushing it letting luscious
juice spill savoring the
texture suddenly I am back
to mornings on St.Nikolaus day
opening the door cautiously
finding a treasure trove
of treats in my boots left
out the night before
colorful offerings spill
forth shining nuts foil
wrapped chocolates and always
clementines glowing winking
up at me tempting me to break
open their soft lush skin
savoring the taste of the season


Clouds of smoke
rise up into
delicately tinted
evening skies
curling upward
as if longing
to taste the
lush rising moon
would it taste
of lemon custard??



Golden
dragon's eye
gazing down sleepily
surveying her earthly realm
LUNA



Lunar goddess
hear our cry
see our pain
hear us sigh
captured now in
tree of peace
may endless global
suffering cease
may your bright light
in olive tree
embrace the globe
so mote it be