‘The Snowman’ in Autumn

One must have a mind of autumn
To regard trembling aspen memories
Of honey gold leaves quaking in the wind whisped path;

And have lived many times in between seasons
To behold the fleeting and ever passing illustrious fire colors,
The wilting land in the September sun

Or the shifting winds; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wavering breeze
In the sound of those last dangling memories

Which is the sound of the living
Full of reverence for the dying
That is blowing us through one season into the next

For the listener, who listens to the inevitable  October air,
And, beholds everything, beholds
Everything that is not there and everything that is.

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*originally posted in November 2014

The Last Wild

broken branches, pines and cones
pressed into the damp forest of my mind
the rugged way; breathing heavy and tangled

but oxygen can’t take us there

to those unknown pockets of humanity
the broken wild; contained and gone,
vigilante ideas paved over in social norms

desperately longing for something to explore

beyond the wisping prairie words
silver tipped beneath the columbine mind
through the rugged divide of mental continents

the soul work of living

thirsting through the desert narrows
sinking beneath the ocean’s depths and breaths
the storm, pounding against a broken sturdy heart

the last Wild- stays forever Wild…
                                                                    untamed and free

Creative Blogger Award

  
Several weeks ago I was surprised and delighted to discover my blog had received The Creative Blogger Award. The nomination came from Steve Prinz at According to Mr. Flying Pig. This is quite the honor because I enjoy his fresh and forthright poetry, which is keenly introspective and raw.  I’ve enjoyed my journey these past few weeks through his work, and hope you will take a moment to check out his blog.

This nomination couldn’t have come at a better time.  I’m embarrassed to admit, I have been neglecting my daily rendezvous with my pen. Somehow life has swept me up into the rapid currents of the springtime run off again. However, this award has encouraged me to come back to my first love.  With that said, I want to take the time to pass on the encouragement to some other amazing writers who have encouraged and inspired my thinking and writing.

The rules for this award are:

° Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify all nominees via their social media/blogs
° Thank and post the link of the blog that nominated you
° Share 5 facts about yourself to your readers
° Pass these rules on to them

MY NOMINEES (in no particular order)

No Talent For Certainty: Passing thoughts stopped in their tracks

MICHAEL T. COE: I write words on paper sing songs in the air and paint on the canvas of my soul.

Projectophile: A lover of projects, especially those derived from scavenged materials and made more beautiful through paint, thread and sandpaper….and a great sense of humor.

A Writer’s Path: Theryanlanz is essential to my blogging and writing experience. I was so lucky to happen upon his work at the very beginning of my blogging journey.  He offers inspirations points, prompts and quotes for writers, but my favorite posts are his Under The Microscope series where he provides a learning experience based on the critiques and compliments for the writer.

Exploratorius: Old School Photo Hack & Storm Walker.

loveletterstoaghost: Writing letters I can never send. I am Patience because that is all I have. I have waited 12 years for you, and I will wait a hundred more if that’s what it takes. This blog is my way of releasing myself.

Young & Twenty:  A twenty something writer working with creative minds to turn my words about love, life and self-discovery into pieces of art.

A Walk on the Bright Side: the musings of an eternal optimist. And I need as much optimism as I can get these days!

It’s Just A TheoryBorn at an early age, he sprang into existence a fully-grown adult, without tact or a governor on his tongue. He was never actually a child – instead he was found under a damp rock somewhere, and has been making up for lost time ever since.

5 FACTS ABOUT ME

1) I have project ADHD. I struggle to finish anything I start.
2) I just added a new addition to my family, a corgi puppy.  His name is Finn…yes, as in Huckleberry. He is pure puppy happiness and a terror.
3) I am a teacher. It’s the hardest job I’ve ever had, but I love it.
4) I drink wine everyday…I don’t care what my trainer says. It is part of my daily workout as well.
5) I love the wild, you will never tame me.

Tessellate 

coming round again
the same undefined place
where I tessellate
a thousand permanent pieces
they wish to scrape away my
pale flesh colored mosaic
upon careful examination of each
fragile piece and such
transparent glass colors
nothing new…I know
it’s difficult to find peace
in this pattern of round
and round and round again
see you back here
some years following