~ Blurred Lines

~ Blurred Lines
Dreamy eyes scan the morning mist

Blurred lines; images of the Impressionist
A hint of peach pink peaks above mountains

Elongated blue hues of stratus clouds laze
As if a morning stretch was paramount
Playing in folds of curtains caught in breeze

~ Midnight Monologue

Beneath the waxing moon –

Womb of Nights sky

I am infant, small

Watching over me?

A billion blazing stars –

Nights eyes scattered,

Crossing an infinite canvas
Alone in my madness

Stacking Alphabet’s

A is for acorn trees.

Acorns

crunch – crunch

Read Me The A B C’s

A is for animals.

~ Morning Has Broken

I wait…jasmine tea in hand

A break in the sound of silence, begins

Dew drips from leaf to leaf

Puddles, falls to the forest floor

First bird note heralds dawn breaking

Yet darkness still prevails

Light on the cusp of being

The sound of creatures scurry

Snap of twig, pawing of tiny claws

~ Living Life Vicariously

Laughter drifted through the window

Flower petal curtains seemed to join;

Sheer happiness, sheer elegance,

Caught on a late spring breeze
Yesteryear memories found their way in

Wafted about the room as did lilac scent

~ A Little to Late

Insensate boulder

Empty vase

Field void of flowers

Cracked, dry river bed;

Welcome Jesus! Easter and Spring (short story – ages 2-5)

The sun closes

its eyes, say’s

“goodbye.”

In the west –

down it sinks.

~ Counting Quarters

On the corner

She counted quarters

Dropped by compassion,

Passer-bys

Splish – splash: Counting Colorful Fish

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Splish splash, yes, bath-time!

Water pours out the spout.

My, watery, tub-boat fills up.

“Inside your boat is water?”

“Will it float?” “It may sink!”

“Oh, I just pretend.”

“I make-believe my tub is a tub-boat.”

~ Insomniacs

~ Insomniacs 

Sometimes… Night is a silent, slow motion picture

Episodes scatter, out of place, out of time and sequence

Voiceless moving mouths, familiar faces freeze framed

As memories of a lifetime take center stage, reenact;

~ Broken Spell

~ Broken Spell

Day unfolded as if spun gold

Ribbons, layers of ribbons

Adorned the brilliance

In colour coded stratus clouds infused

~ Resurrected

~ Resurrected  

A spark of star shine

Illuminated;

A heart no longer confined

In darkness’ depth

But resurrected with a brilliance

To rival sun beams streaming;

~ Unfathomable ~

~ Unfathomable ~ 

The ceiling of my church is that heavenly vault

Framed by branches reaching high in praise

Hymns, the babbling brooks of water, rock and sands

Together uniting in melodies of worship

Prayers ascend through wafting breeze

Of bushes, branches, of leaves and trees

Here, uninhibited, beyond prying eyes my woes revealed

My House is Colorful

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This boy keeps his room neat and tidy.

Can you spot things that are orange?

An orange ball.  A, round, orange pencil sharpener.

An orange pencil.

An orange stuffed chair.  Orange Lego blocks.

Oh, so orange!

Bubbly Bath -Time Fun

Many bubbles float on top.
Inside my bubbly bathtub.

Many Colorful Things To See

Brown is the donkey that goes hee-haw.
Down the lane I heard him clop.
What other things are brown?
A kangaroo. A cow. A coati.

~ Justifiable Rant ~

If I talked to and disrespected my parents the way kids do now, I assure you, I would not be here to post this.
Parents are to be honored and cherished…its to late when their six feet below the ground…

Adventurous Puffy Fluffy

Puffy Fluffy exits his cage.
He wants to romp and play.

A Boy’s colorful bath-time !

I’m just a Yellow duck in a sudsy bathtub.

I’m just a row boat.  Floating in Blue water.
Ripples form as I row.

I’m just a tub boat.  Chug – Chug – Chug

~ White Feather ~

 

We teetered on the cusp;

Cupids dart striking heart strings
That quivered, quickened the senses
Stirring solitude of the soul

Educate me on Sex You can say NO (short story)

I am a tree.
In spring blossoms grow.
In fall leaves shed.

Read me my bedtime story

Sunrise, oh sunrise.
Welcomes blue sky.
Yellow rays stream.
Sleepy, little, eyes beam.
Sweeping blue jay sings.
Morning passes by – oh my.

Hug our Differences ~ children’s

You’re not too tall.
I’m not too small.
You’re not too wide.
I’m not too thin.
You’re not too shy.
I’m not too talkative.
Quiet is nice sometimes.
Chatting is chatter-box fun.

The moon – Sun and You (sleepy time book)

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If I were the moon.
I would come out at night.
Decorate the dark with a little light.
I would shine along streams and ponds.

~ Heart of Winter ~

 

winter hands, harsh, cold
they grip, penetrate bones
that mournfully moan
even the naked trees shiver
as the wind whips
rattling roots

~ Paved Playgrounds ~

 

Didn’t we slide down the hot tin sliding boards
A mixture of pleasure and pain early found
On the paved yards, of playground;

~ Natures Call ~

 

observing in contemplation
these rolling hills
vast meadows;
tinged with dawns first light
slowly creeping
as if an intangible caress
from an unseen force
gently awakens
all my eyes behold,