lights dancing in the sun
fighting thorns and prickles
blood stained fingers
in competition with
for the sparkling
dancing in the sun
a gift to thank me
for a good deed done
planted in a pretty pot
placed on my front deck
to enjoy every morning
as I sit and drink
coffee in the glowing sun
matched by the beauty
of the potted moms
Inspired by Cee’s photography
the cool sensation
over my body
gives me chills and
makes me gasp
I give into the erotic
like dew on my skin
acrid smells of dirt and grime
I feel more
than I’ve ever been
In response to Jennifer Nichole Wells one word photo challenge: Wet
“It is better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all of your life.” Elizabeth Kenny
I took this picture of my youngest son a few years ago. He came home from school one day and announced he wanted a mohawk haircut. He was playing box lacrosse and several of the kids on the team decided that intimidating haircuts would suit their lacrosse style. Why, I don’t know because they wear helmets, it’s not like any of the opposing team saw their hair. However, if you feel like a lion then you roar like a lion. I didn’t mind the haircut, I like mohawks and the haircut suited my son. The problem was that the school he was going to had a rule against mohawk haircuts. The rule went against my grain as I believe you have to let children be themselves and not make a big deal of things that don’t matter – like hair, clothes and style. At the same time I do teach my children to follow rules, but it was June and there were only a few weeks left of school, so my husband and I decided to let Matt cut his hair in mohawk style so he could join the ranks of his team. We warned him when he went to school the principal would have something to say. We coached him to be respectful but to stand up for himself and tell her why his hair was cut that way. His first day at school with his new style, the principal approached him and he told her it was for his team. Didn’t impress her much and she met my husband at his car when he pulled in after school to pick up the boys. My husband told her that we decided let him cut his hair in mohawk style knowing the school rules. The principal decided to compromise – he didn’t wear his hair in mohawk style while at school. I thought the compromise was ironic because a mohawk style not worn in mohawk style looks terrible. Not one other child at his school had a mohawk and every day he proudly went to school showing off his haircut. There comes a time in everyone’s life where you just gotta break the rules, face the consequences and stand up for yourself..
you tried to fool me with your kindness,
you tried to fool me with your sadness,
you tried to fool me with your longing,
you tried to fool me with your passion,
it didn’t take long to see the
kindness was really your anger,
sadness was really your bitterness,
longing was really your desperation
passion was really your aggression,
you don’t think I can see you as you
you don’t think I can see,
the creature within.
many fond memories,
during Easter celebrations,
Easter egg hunts,
looking for the Easter Bunny,
wondering where he roams,
popping up everywhere,
giggling at the chocolate and
goodies he brings,
cherishing family and friends.
Art washes from the soul the dust of every day life.” Picasso
The Daily post weekly challenge – wall – couldn’t resist this one – I adore wall art. When an artist can take a dull and ugly building and turn it into a piece of art, I gaze upon it in complete awe. I took this shot while driving along the Oregon Coast – this beautiful piece was painted on an old fish cannery. The stench from that building was nauseating, yet this mural caught the beauty of the coastal town.
with books of summer,
lazy mornings and lazy afternoons,
evenings outside by candlelight,
enjoying the warmth of summer’s gentle breeze,
February vanishes and March appears,
all the more closer to blades of summer.
pure white flowers,
a new beginning,
a wholesome reflection,
to openness and kindness,
innocence and truth,
tender kisses and
this is what I think of
when I see white flowers.
Flowers stop me in my tracks,
makes me catch my breath,
their beauty is both vivid and simple,
reminds me how life should be.
“Sitting in a rowboat,
paddling around the lake,
looking for a good fishing spot,
life suddenly becomes uncomplicated,
makes me wonder why I don’t sit in a boat more often.”
Walking through this old graveyard gave me a sense of humbleness. Dreams, hopes and passions of souls lie in the unmarked graves. Every step was a step into the unknown, a reflection of my life as I continue the journey.
I can remember leaving the house with my skates over my shoulder and not returning until the sun went down. It’s never cold enough here for an outside rink, but the odd time the temperature drops I grab my skates and head for the fields.
“I have a lot of chameleon qualities, I get very absorbed in my surroundings.” River Phoenix
While out exploring this past summer, I caught this picture. I was completely lost in my surroundings that day.