Winter Night

A dreamy expression
blew suddenly free
cresting in waves
from the old whispering wife

The candles flicker
to trim the long night
and sweep the thick darkness
of this frozen earth

The blanket stretched so taut
like the sorrow of time’s passing
tossed by a gentle breeze from the west
chasing the swelling pink from the east

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Finding me, the amnesiac,
at the graveside
is not common.

Today,
nostalgia is the succor-
of fun, of laughter, of joy,
of a place that I called my own.

The resident ghost,
invisible,
has a burden
in his own paradise.

Am I a friend
or an enemy?

He stares through the concrete
with chagrin.
Why does he have to come?”

Hope

Some call it,

light at the end of the tunnel.

Rock Garden

I try to understand

the heart of a rock

so mean

so cold

so tough

...

I try to understand

my heart for their gardens

so kind

so warm

so soft

...

I try to calm

the heart of every human

so brittle

so scared

so tired

Do Not Leave

My beg

to you

Almighty,

use whatever power

you have,

do not,

please

do not,

let her go

tonight.

The End

Is there light at the end of the tunnel?

Is there an end to this busy schedule?

Does the mean justify the end?

Shades and Shapes

What is art?

What is art and what is not?

Do we need art?

Can I make a living with art?

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Just feels right...

Let it bee!

I went for the water lilies

but they stopped blooming.

I did not waste my time.

I found a different subject.

As in life,

let it be!

Changing Lenses

What if my eyes can only see black and white today?

Happy Feet

In this journey of life,

making the feet happy is important.

Take time...

Childhood

We all have those years.

The world is our playground.

The days when knowing less is a bliss.

The days when we can give up and cry

and be comforted...

and it is ok.

Never A Dull Moment

If this is not love,

I do not know what it is?

Beauty and Perfection

It is the beauty and perfection of this nature

that prompts me think that big question again...

Who is the creator?

How did he or she make this?

Always

It is always

a pleasure

to watch the lily

in the pond.

From its closed fist,

to open,

to close,

I sense

a friendly hello.

Contrast

The cold stone reflects the softness

of the green,

just like the bad

reflecting the good,

the dirt showing

the clean,

the loud pointing out

the silence...

Survival

We all learn to survive,

give us a space

and we can make our own little world.

Half Smile

Using a half smile to change my mood.

change your face

change your feel

change your life...

The Different World

How does it feel to be a snail?

Clinging to a piece of leaf for life...

Does the world look bigger?

or does it look smaller?

Ballerina

She stood by the lily pad

like the dancer on her leg,

mesmerizing

my index finger,

tapping

to the music of the pond.