Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Sometimes you need to let go of both the past and present to make room for your future waiting so patiently to embrace you if your heart and arms were not so full of nonliving yesterdays and unfulfilling todays; though they may haunt and though they may sustain, it is only your future that can … Continue reading Drops of Time
Trackless sandreset for me,endless horizonthe non-boundary:first carefree stepsI take into my own hands,reshaping my destinyas I head for Dream Landwide awake.I will makeit reality.
footprints in the sand headed to the sunset, the present turning to memories with each leisurely step time stands still yet it doesn’t, simultaneously moving while holding forever the moment no turning back as history proceeds, no undoing impressions once the pressure is released and the shape is ingrained indelibly though … Continue reading Present Turning
Paths cross. Some, like I, believe for reasons. I get disheartened when the trail diverges and someone again leaves me, but even in that, as I take more steps into the great unknown, I know so many are not supposed to walk with us all the way home. You came along and were … Continue reading Alongside Me So Faithfully
We all (hopefully) have memories and associations tied to kites. For me, it conjures up the idealism of carefreeness, takes me back to childhood, my own but also nostalgically, in general, observing the kite-fliers about me in the present, often older generations enjoying the tradition with younger ones. As an adult, I have acquired the … Continue reading A Dream on a String
The theme for this week's Lens-Artist Challenge #80 is Leading Lines. After spending way too long going through my photos and selecting some of my "prize-winning" shots, I came to this one and halted. My eyes watered, too. Although this image does not at first appear beautiful, its story is. The idea of lines in photography … Continue reading The Lines that Lead Us…
The windows I've peered out from in life have often been cracked with broken blinds and non-parallel slats, no out-of-the-ordinary views for I have not seen much "of the world" in terms of geography, only my local beautiful. Yet when I revisit the panes in my gallery to see if I have any … Continue reading Windows
Looking back at you, my future, looking for treasures in the tide, I hope what you seek, you will always be able to find. I hope the salt water refreshes and only from happiness falls from your eyes. Looking back at you, my future, with summer’s breeze and your golden strands at play, may … Continue reading Looking Back
Meet me on the bridge that links reality with dreams, let your face come into focus, so I can touch the make-believe, kiss me in the middle on the threshold of the two, so the duality dissolves into a whole new view colored with infinite ways unmarked, unrailed, to begin a new … Continue reading Meet Me on the Bridge
Motherhood memories framed in faded fall foliage stay forever green in me and bring me messages–– younger, naive eyes, somehow knowing, look to me as a reminder now that time keeps moving, and I try not to count the moments we could have made better, for forward is the direction of and … Continue reading Evergreen Autumns
