I felt so possible
And yet, still
I cannot take
Your breath
Away
I cannot touch
You
Your soul
I long for the moment
You look at me
And I feel so possible
So real
To you
But the moment
Never happens
And yet, still
I feel so possible
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Save the Earth
There were no roses
on the day she died
No blanket of stars
to fill the night sky
No friends left behind
to wonder why
No children to mourn
No husband to cry
No trees to blow in the wind
No birds to fly
No one to smile
and wave goodbye
There were no more flowers
on the day she died
No tears were left
they all had been cried
No hope to save her
It had all been tried
In the name of success
so many had lied
She gave us a warning
We brushed it aside
Her fate was ours
Ours to decide
And she took us all with her
on the day she died
And there were no more roses
On the day our earth died
Peace and Love
Save our Mother Earth before it is too late.
No More
No more words to say
No more doors to slam
No more secrets to hide
No more treasures to bury
No more windows to close
No more stories to tell
No more dreams to dream
No more moments to share
No more hand to hold
No more air to breathe
No more tears to shed
No more petals to unfold
No more more
No more
"One love, one blood, one life, you got to do what you should" U2
Monday, September 14, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Lessons I've Learned From Meditation
Live a good life.
Love well and laugh often.
Give what you can, even if it's just your heart.
Leave your emotional baggage behind and become a backpacker through life, taking only what you need and can carry on your back.
Forgive others for being as human as you are.
This image is a reflection, like meditation.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Ballard Art Walk Show at Source Salon and Spa
We will be having our first photography show, opening June 13 for Ballard Artwalk at Source Salon and Spa in Ballard.
About the Show: Water. Light. Reflection.
In the Northwest, we are surrounded by liquid mirrors and blessed by a sky that is constantly flirting and dancing with the sun. Creating tricks of the eye and fleeting reflections of another world, one of fluidity and movement, lasting only a brief moment before becoming something other once again, our water and light are both muse and artist. The images in this show were inspired by these muses and created by the artistry of nature, captured as they were with no filters or color adjustments. We hope these images give you cause for reflection of your own.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Where Were You?
Where were you
when I lost my way?
Where were you
on that dreadful day?
I searched for you
You weren't to be found
I called your name
but not a sound
Where were you
when I lost my mind?
You were what I needed
but couldn't find
I looked for you
searched high and low
I wished for you
I hoped you would know
Where were you
when I lost my soul?
Where were you
when that bell began to toll?
I prayed that I could
find the hidden clue
the path, the return journey
to way to you
Where were you
when I lost my way?
Where were you
on that dreadful day?
I searched for you
I looked for you
I wished for you
I hoped for you
I prayed for you
But without a sound
you were nowhere to be found
As I lay crying...and dying
on this cold hard ground
This was inspired by a story I read about a soldier who talked about losing rather than finding his religion while serving in both Iraq and Afghanistan. He was speaking of it as relative to losing a limb or a sense and being no less of a loss for him but one he felt was permanent. As someone who is definitively spiritual but no longer religious, it was easy to get inside his head. Remember all those who have served or are serving our country this Memorial Day and especially remember that their wounds and scars may not always be ones you can see.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Close
I shun your affection
You wonder why
I no longer feel close
So far from where
We began
Yet so close
To where we end
Will we last
Look back someday
Feel close again?
Will I remember
How it felt
To be so close
To never feeling
close again?
Or will we come
To a close
Journeys apart
On roads that
Never come close
I love to play with words and close (klohz) and close (klohs) seemed like synonyms that could describe, with a simple word,the beginning and end of a relationship. Read the title either way. I wrote this about the end of the relationship of people who were both close to me.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Desert, Sun, Water
You are angry, yet beautiful
Like a woman possessed
At first glance, gray and bare
Devoid of all life
Then the glimpses of color
Begin to caress my eyes
Red, like the blood you have
Drained, stains your walls
Shades of green and yellow
Touch down in the caverns
and crooks, where water once
Roared over you
You are not barren but bountiful
Wild bursts of pink and purple
Scattered throughout the brown dust
At one moment, still and quiet
The next, winds swirl in a thousand
Directions at once, warning
Visitors of your power and fury
You are to be revered, respected
Even feared
Relentlessly caressing me, while
Breathing new days into you
The sun unleashes all she has
To offer and your reach for her
Open wide and wide open
Water, blue as the cloudless sky
Above you, defies nature
Cool and still, it invites
Calls for me to ripple its surface
It is your mirror, where you
survey your beauty and
Revel in your unique glory
Lulling me into a false sense of security
As the blue sky turns black
Filling with impossibly near moons
And ages dark stars
The scorching heat of your days
Becomes the ripping cold of your nights
I am humbled by all that you are
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