An Imagined Room and View, 2

I sketched this view again, a scene from my imagination I’d shown, and this time I added to the subject and added colored pencils with the pastel (wasn’t a great blend of two mediums for me but I tried). Seeing this, I found a change to make to the subjects. I am finding my way…… Continue reading An Imagined Room and View, 2

An Imagined Room and View

A quick sketch I did tonight with my recently found pastel pencils…of a view I’d had in mind for awhile from my imagination…and I am not sure what kind of flowers these are; let me know—they have felt necessary—first time seeing this view of mine in color on paper. I am still envisioning how it…… Continue reading An Imagined Room and View

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…as if I’d dreamed the tea cup, but found it first and remembered the dream in my own fancy when I received it and picked it up in my hands and looked… The design is just what I would wish…Green I often turn to and admire, green that feels like new sprouts and grass and…… Continue reading …*

“Love Exists” by Amy Lee (Guy Sigsworth Remix) Began with Italian Lyrics

Since I’d first heard Amy Lee (well-known as the lead singer of Evanescence), I always hoped she would someday do a solo album because I’d loved her voice and enjoyed it much more than the band’s music personally at the time, and then many years later I‘d found she had done a solo album with…… Continue reading “Love Exists” by Amy Lee (Guy Sigsworth Remix) Began with Italian Lyrics

Secrets

*It isn’t always easy to know who will enjoy a certain secret with me or which one they may like. *If someone doesn’t like my secret it isn’t taken away from me then but it may feel like it. *Secrets are always safe in poetry and fiction. *I use the word secret lightly to mean…… Continue reading Secrets

On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou

On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou https://youtu.be/M9nTt2F0Kdc Maya Angelou reading her poem A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Marked the mastodon,The dinosaur, who left dried tokensOf their sojourn hereOn our planet floor,Any broad alarm of their hastening doomIs lost in the gloom of dust and ages. But today, the…… Continue reading On the Pulse of Morning by Maya Angelou

A Dream from This…

I begin my dream I will hope to fall into, with the scent of the beach soothing me, surprising, such sweet suntan lotion warmed by the sun by my hands, in a book I’d found, softcover… and step into this photo I took tonight, the simplicity of night, white flowers, like jasmine flowers, the evening…… Continue reading A Dream from This…

Toward Me

These little yellow flowers flown upon the breeze landed on my lap tonight; I liked them…After a little while, I placed the strand of flowers in my purse to take home. Just a moment before the flowers, I’d realized I’d found the wrong edition / format Rumi for me, but it looks like the right…… Continue reading Toward Me

What? He Likes the Way He Looks

“Yeah and?” —Peeko The bathroom door was mostly closed and I’d opened it to behold the above view… (📷photo by Dan his dad). 🐱 … photo by me, Monday morning My two full-length poetry books on the coffee table, Moonflower (2018) and A Little Honey Sweetens The Flame (2021). Peeko doesn’t actually endorse anyone’s poetry…… Continue reading What? He Likes the Way He Looks

“The Reddest Leaves”

Don’t talk about the dream aloud, so I see that little brown, glossy-coated bear running low to the ground and coming toward me in the solitary, unmoving morning air, beside the outside gate of the swimming pool, and in the dream, I consider, if I don’t glare at the bear, if I act kindly, it…… Continue reading “The Reddest Leaves”

A Serenade by Ameen Rihani

A Serenade by Ameen Rihani from Myrtles and Myrrh (1905) The moon hath said her sad good-bye,     My sleeping queen; And all the stars are wondering why    Thou art unseen. Behold! abashed, they take to flight, As through the casement breaks thy light.                 Arise, my dawn, arise!      …… Continue reading A Serenade by Ameen Rihani

“The Castle Tower”

The Castle Tower a pantoum by Jade Nicole Beals You’ve said I am entwined with the numberless. The castle tower trades its lace for the sky. All night, the tower climbs in secret, spinning its uppermost lace into the finest clouds. Please place your hands upon mine. The castle tower trades its lace for the…… Continue reading “The Castle Tower”

Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)

Tues. Apr. 12, 2022 photo from Tues., Apr. 5th—“Pants by Peeko 🐱,” a perfectly good hemming this time, Peeko helping on his own when I got the pants ready (just ‘loungewear’, shown in previous post.) He was proud of both the task and his own joke: sitting like this holding the pants in place and…… Continue reading Many a Thing…(A Trip to the Antiques Shop)

“I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird”

featured photo is a painting by Franz Marc, “Birds” (1914) I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird by Jade Nicole Beals for May Ziadeh (b. 1886 – 1941) I was very disturbed when what I’d found logical what could explain all this is that I could’ve been a bird before this. A canary, your…… Continue reading “I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird”

This Particular Moon in My Window—…For You

Mar. 18 The moon calms me, especially this one. This is a moon I wouldn’t have imagined looking exactly like this one. I send a kiss toward it, one single kiss like the single word refrain, that I mean very much. 😊💖🌕😴 Mar. 19 Imagine awakening to the scent of these springtime flowers and fresh…… Continue reading This Particular Moon in My Window—…For You

Author and Poet, May Ziadeh’s Birthday

Happy birthday, Mayy! 😊💕136 never looked so good! (…and that is earth yrs.) 😊🎊 … b. Feb. 11, 1886 in Nazareth, lived in Egypt and Lebanon, d. Oct. 17, 1941 in Cairo. May Elias Ziadeh was a writer and editor, author of poetry, biographies and fiction, knew nine languages, was a speaker, translator, and tutor,…… Continue reading Author and Poet, May Ziadeh’s Birthday

Last Night’s Dream of Thay

Yesterday night, I found out my favorite meditation teacher, Thich “Thay” Nhat Hanh who was also an author and poet, had just passed away at age 95. I’d first found him 14 years ago and soon after I wished for a copy of his book Peace is Every Step, and read it fully. Last night…… Continue reading Last Night’s Dream of Thay

Last Night’s Dream I Had About Yoga

I had a dream about yoga last night, but I don’t remember the dream, just the subject. And I didn’t like the way the two poses I’d photographed for this post felt either when I tried them again. But I keep them in place as that is a good practice in life, even if I…… Continue reading Last Night’s Dream I Had About Yoga