Writing’s Mystery

Amusing

How I put pen to paper

Expecting certain words

To flow gracefully

I’m always surprised

At what lands upon

The page

Dreaming of Home

I want my home

To be worthy of flowers

Bedecked with candles

And the fragrances

Of breads, sweets

And teas, swirled into

A wondrous blend

Of my heart’s delights

For Tom Petty 

At first, resistance

Everyone I knew 

Adores all those tunes 

Which , in my mind

Trite, vacant, and “No”

Glad to say that’s wrong

Gritty dissonance

Akin to Dylan

The honest seeking

Within his lyrics

Brought out the sunlight

In this darkened world

The definition of “Athletic”

As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life

Feeding My Soul: A Haiku

Need to be thoughtful
About what I put into
My mind, my soul


I often put more thought into what I seed my body then what I feed my soul. Probably put more thought into my car’s gas, too. I know I need to change that. My soul’s nourishment becomes my attitude, my confidence, my actions.

Exploring Sandra Bacchi’s “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries”

Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.

‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.

My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.

 

Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.


I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty. 

Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend. 

On  Writing 

I entertained other paths

Other work
But this remains strong 

I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear

Only I shall remain