Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
obstructed by boulders, been told of the horizon beyond make the best of the dead-end called home the road placed upon no need for wings when caged by ceiling dreams fading suffocating gaze turned away from that crack letting in light ears choose to no longer be fooled by hope's lullaby no way out of … Continue reading Obstructed
Audio (Click here.) My head is bowed, my concentration in and out of intenseness on this leisure seashell hunt, looking along the shore for treasures no longer sunk. Nothing occupies my mind, for once, except for the task at hand, approaching each disruption to the smoothness of the tide-wiped sand, natural remnants scattered seemingly … Continue reading Signs in the Shells
Golden beams lovingly reach through the leaves and beckon me to hop on; so far away is the day star yet so personal, this dawn to find me here among the birds before the day's bustle begins, as I walk to pacify the restlessness within. Soon the light will flood the day, cast down over … Continue reading Golden Beams
Audio (Click here.) Oh, Great Coral Conch Shell by the seashore, if I whisper you my secrets, will you share with me yours? If I tell you what I think about these mysteries to be true, will you reveal nuances subtly as clues? If I sat here still and listened attentively, would you tell me … Continue reading Seashell Ifs
She soaks her dreamcatcher feathers in moonlight to harness the lunar power of cosmic possibilities; though the glow does not keep, from the weave into her dreams the magic seeps, and she dances all night among the stars, flowing dress sweeping across the sky in a solo performance that causes sentimental clouds to cry, and … Continue reading Feathers Aglow
white gull camouflaged against the white sugar sand sparkling on white shell in magical fashion white-crested waves crashing gracefully onto shore passing through me with the salty cure muted subtle hues calm my mind and spirit my arms i raise no wings to lift away with i fall into the surf and when all … Continue reading Emergence
Waterdrops drip from the gray, but they do not dilute my colors; boldly, they remain. My dreams are not made of sidewalk chalk in danger of the rain; they cannot be washed away. They are more like the wildflower, beautiful bloom with roots that the earth selflessly lends a hand to, so the … Continue reading Rainy-Day Dreams
Sometimes the sea simply calls me, in cahoots with the clouds, it seems; my steering wheel turns by itself toward their captivating spell, south, and where the land ends, it begins, the shift in me when I step in. The saltwater rushes my feet in an urgency to take me that contradicts with the stillness … Continue reading Saltwater Rinse
What is it you have in store for me, Lord? What is it you should have me do next? So strongly, I feel your presence; I want to be an active participant. I lay it all down, offer all that I am, but I sense you telling me to pick it up again, … Continue reading Destination
Where the pier ends is where my dreams begin, where the colors of sky and aquahorizon blend. I sail away into the unknown, following charted stars to return to the home I have yet to find but am certain I have been missed, and I cannot wait to fall into the embrace … Continue reading Where the Pier Ends
