Tag: Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Soon the Summer Comes

“I don’t see the desert as barren at all; I see it as full and ripe. It doesn’t need to be flattered with rain. It certainly needs rain, but it does with what it has, and creates amazing beauty.” – Joy Harjo Jacarandas rise… Continue Reading “Soon the Summer Comes”

Lovers in Dystopia

He offers her red- poisoned fruit tainted with Satan’s brand while she looks on with pleasure at her dystopian land For here in this deadly contaminated state there is only agony and pain caused by the fall of man so woman takes his rib,… Continue Reading “Lovers in Dystopia”

In Praise of Lizards

Watering my bountiful garden in early dawncooling breeze in pink rose, a glorious morn showering splashy flower beds with love watching ornate tree lizards chase bugs darting from a dark hiding placescurrying away from wet sprays. I am always astounded and amazed how the… Continue Reading “In Praise of Lizards”

Inquisitive Eyes

Soaring in a cerulean cloudless morning sky a festive flock of bright whimsical jewelswith turquoise tail feathers and peach-fuzz masks such a dazzling sight sublime to the inquisitive eyes of my temptress museso I must pick up my slender pen and upon the stark… Continue Reading “Inquisitive Eyes”

Sailing on a Summer Day

Surrounded by the scent of fresh white cotton sheets drying in scorching summer sun weaving in and out of them, a sweet young child having fun chasing dancing sunlight racing on the baked ground She has not a care in the world with her… Continue Reading “Sailing on a Summer Day”

Dying in Sunshine

Two blush pink poppies in a sea of vibrant strangers-Pale papery petals fading, dying in morning sun Author’s Note: Over at the Garden today, Toni is hosting and has asked us to Write a two line poem in which you convey some startling image,… Continue Reading “Dying in Sunshine”

Raking the Zen

“When you realize nothing is lacking, the whole world belongs to you.” Lao Tzu  Raking the lines in the zen flowing with soft grains of sandthoughts come in and go tides of turquoise oceanebbing and flowing as a cool morning zephyrstirs tubular chimes into… Continue Reading “Raking the Zen”