I’m wearing my ART cap (yes, I have one from my friends at Olives & Grace in Boston) and penned this poem today for #NationalPoetryDay and a tribute to my new favorite flower, the enchanting dahlia. Enjoy! Fascination, A flutter Of flowery breath Rising through Eager Thought. -9.28.17-
The late afternoon sun washed over me, its rays of filtered warmth, those streaming golden rivulets, as I kept pace with fellow steppers, movers, striders, rollers pausing to heed the lit signals beaming gentle directives at crossing crowds. I pass glances at familiar sights, spiced with different fellow journeyers of the moment. The brightness gently baptizes … More Commute, visual movement #1
Well, Daniel said, youze moving on soon: Some clad and laden soul is coming for you, Don’t worry. We all have been tagged, colored, Wearing uniforms with tattoos We can’t read. But, someone will read us, will know us, Where we’ve been, what we’ve done, Right? You’s wondering-what? I can’t hear … More Yard Sale {poem}
Stroll by, look around, look up, look down, see? yesterday’s rain collected some stars pooled on the ground moving to currents from children on scooters passing by, heavy footfalls of runners, finishing their miles, and curious squirrels and sparrows, exploring the new waterfront in the park by my house.
This spring, I have a new and fresh appreciation for tulips. Just walking down my street, I have seen light purple and white tulips with curved, turned out ends, like done-up hair of 50’s poodle-skirt wearing girls. I’ve seen ones as large as these lovely bodum orb tea glasses that we love. I’ve even seen bright … More Cheers to you, Tulips.
