Holding Photographs

nostalgia bittersweetjoy so genuine, effortlessradiating, echoingfrom fading photographs touched, held betweenringless fingers and the fumesof a heart on emptyfrom the momentso distantly removed time does not warpthose precious instancesforever suspendedfeelings will flutter onthousands of centuries bittersweet for the blissis eternally retrievablebut if the present is lessthen the tearsbreach suppressible falling is the gravityof sadness, all … Continue reading Holding Photographs

Bluebells and Cockle Shells

morning twilight in the ever-discreet lightening trickles into my pores and permeates the chest where I have hidden my collected treasures the wordless moments saturated with sappy sensations dripping colors into my mind the times time slowed to the subtlest of swirls enwrapping me in fluid ripples white-washed eucalyptus greens reach for me and I … Continue reading Bluebells and Cockle Shells

I Spy a Time…

The stone children sit, on the ground barefoot, looking at something that has caught their interest, dirt-caked skin, grass-stained clothes, earth rubbed into flesh and soul, siblings bonding, sharing, borrowing, from one another's imagination to create an adventurous land of make believe, adult- and stress- and time- free, timeless memories, innocence of childhood, ensconced, petrified, … Continue reading I Spy a Time…

Simple Pleasures

His hair, white, hers in ribbons, her sweet face calm and trusting, innocent bliss,   his friendly face wrinkled with experience, wrinkles of time send me through a nostalgic tesseract...   generations of life's relations, fictitious and realistic, flash before my mind and seems to magically calm my core...   My visible smile lasts for … Continue reading Simple Pleasures