walk away within
inside, through and stop
wait, hold and go
away and away
fall and watch, wonder
hurt, pause, see fly
hope and then hope
I realize that I have not been back to my “About” page in quite awhile, and I found all sorts of unanswered posts there. I’m sorry! My brain feels like that most of the time, as if it is full of unanswered posts. I promise to get to all of them today. In there, I found that I had been nominated for a number of awards….THANK YOU!
Best Moment Award
The Versatile Blogger Award
Epically Awesome Award Of Epic Awesomeness
Thank you, nominators! I do appreciate the recognition you have given me, and I apologize for my lapse in responding. All of these awards require some sort of providing information about yourself and then recommending other blogs, so I will condense into one post.
Some facts about me:
1. I love blue – every shade of blue. I love the way it looks, the way it smells, tastes, feels, and especially the way it sounds. I imagine myself to be blue.
2. Everyone I know, writers and poets, are drawn to the moon. I love the sun. You will find I write about the sun a lot.
3. I talk to animals. They speak back to me.
4. I don’t like too much noise. But I don’t like silence for too long.
5. I love horses and elephants.
6. One of my favorite things to do is watch the clouds.
7. I am an empath; I pick up the emotions of people around me.
8. I am an INFP (MBTI, for those who are familiar)
9. I love daisies, sunflowers, and all wildflowers (which I identify with)
10. It is difficult for me to write facts about myself!!!
Recommending blogs is much easier! There are so many great ones out there. Please forgive me if I miss yours. It does not mean I don’t appreciate it. Here are some of my favorites:
There are many more I could share, and I will try to do so more regularly. Again, thank you for these awards. I do genuinely appreciate it!
Distance is measured in absence and cups of tea.
Seasons fly like miles, wildflowers remind, but then go,
their faces hung with sorry. Distance lingers its space
in written kisses, muted colors, and shadows in between.
Music fills, then hollows, echoes, magnifies the far.
Measure it in cold, the blankets it takes to feel safe,
the uneasy sleep of reach, tired photographs scatter.
Distance is kilometers of untold stories, substitutions,
the poetry of isolation, the lapse of home, the missing.
Distance is measured in the expanse of the ache for you.
of time gone by
Rolls Royce reflections
(wake up) not asleep, but reading,
(write) she sits the edge of my bed,
tilts her head, waits. silence. (think it
to know). Sylvia, i am tired.
(the write will you), but how,
(ask the sky). and she stays,
to feel, asking cry (I know). pulls
what i push down (inside rain),
closing windows on day (tumble words),
and in sleep of dark, my name, cloud
whisper, pen gripped unwritten (Sylvia),
fly, write us both home (again).
driving the day,
crossing the bridge to home,
sun opens her arms
What the sheep know (but don’t say)
is not to stand alone (stay together),
and the square behind them (not a door),
marks the difference between dark and light.
Time is measured in greening grass,
the wait for rain, and the length of winter
(I wait for things that never happen).
They walk the day with new eyes (I cry).
Red and white, sun and water, and me –
they see (we are all this day). I stand.
They stand. I wonder (the sheep know).
Hi Friends. I’d like to share two recent publications, so you might go check out the poems as well as the wonderful journals in which they are included. I don’t write much haiku, but two of them were selected for publication recently, one in the latest issue of Paper Wasp and one in the next issue of Heron’s Nest. Please check out these fine publications if you get the chance!