Silhouette Heat

As I was sitting by Lake Michigan at a restaurant with a lakeview, I saw this guy skipping stones and a couple that were taking off together in their little boat. I loved the energy in this moment, and it seemed to have a heat in it! The boy was getting ready to skip that stone, and really throw it hard into the lake. And the couple were perhaps looking to have a romantic moment further out in the water, alone. But in that 1 instant, they were in the same ‘frame’. I loved seeing this from the shore.

The peace inside my heart

I want to know a peace
That lives inside my heart
And travels to all corners
Of this earth.
Every soul will hear the words:
‘Lay down your swords
And end all wars.
The ‘enemy’ does not exist.
He’s just a man
With a family
He wants to see another day.
Feel his breathing
Feel his start
And hold him closer to your heart’

This poem is dedicated to my grandfather who chose not to bomb a city in Russia many years ago.  He said these people have families just like my family at home, and I can’t do this.  He deserted his unit and became a prisoner of war for 13 years. I really don’t know anybody today that I admire so much.  He was the most honorable and courageous man I ever knew. He wrote a beautiful poem to his son, (the  uncle I never met), who went missing in action. It expressed the pain he felt over losing his son.  I feel in my heart that war is wrong and there is always a way to resolve problems without violence. Let us all desire peace enough to make it happen.

Relaxing into you

Ode to joyous words.
Love to all those without joy
Poems reaching you
Music flowing from your fingertips
Reaching ears and hearts
Lungs in unison
Singing, filling with air, singing
Resonating
Relaxing into You

I feel into your moment

Dancing shimmery orbs
peaking through the plants
a spotlight on the bridge.
I’m here and then I’m not!
I travel as I please
Pink pastels adorn me.
White light never leaves me
shining through the brush
going through my crown
cascading down my being
swirling through my blood.
You are my perfect creation
Wondrous to my eyes
Pleasing to my senses
I feel into your moment.

Soaring Dreams

Please give my wings a liftoff!
I really want to fly.
To soar and swoop and buzz
and clutch
the very air I breeze in.
My beek, that swording eating tool
I use to help me live,
is pointing towards the heavens
where all my dreams are safe.

Between my ears

 

 

 

I am a writer.
A word artist, an expression maker.
My typing keys, always faithful,
press each day to create
what I push out of them.
A moment happens that moves me.
And sears its way into my brain.
I must express it
with my pictures and my words.
I make it real.
It allows me to feel.
It is my lifeforce.
And my destiny.