Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within
Tag: poetic
A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths
The sound of falling rain had me realize right then that I hadn’t heard rain in awhile; I listened, made a cup of tea, tapped away the steeped leaves on the wide flat spoon that had been gathered from the teapot afterwards, as the tea bell sounded a second, and it was ready. I took…… Continue reading A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths
From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference
Afternoon moment of rest, I took out the poems of hers I’d written and read one; I saw then in the corner of my eye the place of the sky I faced had changed color. She placed a little blush there for me to find, and so I sent up a kiss. early afternoon *Excerpt…… Continue reading From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference
This Dream I Dream Instead
I woke now from a bad half-remembered dream but I don’t need to write it at all. The dream I’d like to be in now would be indoors. Maybe it begins with a folded paper in my hand in the shape of a piano— ‘There, you can have it.’ It is still a little warm…… Continue reading This Dream I Dream Instead
The Night Is Closing with the Sound of a Secret Periodical Just Found
Along with the chirps of birds, one that sounds like a little whirlpool and the other’s happily questioning reply, and the deep hum of distant cars passing by, I’ve found an article I’d not known of and again I wasn’t looking for anything new. A book I was saddened had been lost had suddenly fallen…… Continue reading The Night Is Closing with the Sound of a Secret Periodical Just Found
Leave Me For Just A Little
The sky today as I woke up, a continuation. And a note from me: I’ve enjoyed this series of skies. You’ve painted so well and shared your happiness with me at the same time. Thank you, May! When I lived in Brooklyn, NY I would hope often to someday live somewhere close to nature, where…… Continue reading Leave Me For Just A Little
Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light
The moon has made its way into Aquarius, which was the sign May Ziadeh was born (who you have seen make a presence in the posts in the recent weeks; I let people and things be where they find themselves within my heart.) She was born on February 11, 1886, a hundred years before my…… Continue reading Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light
