Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Alone in this peaceful space with only my spirited thoughts forbidden luscious flowers tempting my life breathing light and free my inner passions set loose, unleashed.
In truth, what is love? Is it a broken soul pleading for help locked in a prison they created? Or a shadowy figure standing in darkness beckoning to you, yes, come here, to me Do you give your heart and your light?
Here in my garden, there is peace; there is a quiet stillness. I sit, with pencil and stark white paper, writing. Baring my naked soul for all who read to see. My sorrows, my hopes, my dreams, my downfalls. A butterfly flutters by, landing… Continue Reading “Quiet Nakedness”
A little over a year ago, I left my career. I had a high pressure position that demanded a great deal of my time. My travel was extensive and the only times I was alone was in a hotel room. I used those moments… Continue Reading “Haibun: Loneliness”
The air is fresh and bright on my early morning walk. Thrashers, perched on high treetops are beckoning for the sun to shine on them so they may bask in it’s warm light. The ocotillos are brilliant green with the top of each stalk… Continue Reading “Haibun- Warm Spring”
Image used with permission of the artist, Fay Collins She used to sway and dance on the water’s grassy shore where the waves ever lap singing their lulling chord.
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