Garden Dreams

Winter has only just begun, and I'm already missing my garden!

Visions of Sugarplums

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas.....Happy Holiday Season! May you discover that innerchild in you that dreams of sugarplums and feels the magic of the season.

Listen!

Can you hear it? The approach of winter riding in on the coat tails of autumn. Slowly, teasingly, it sneaks forth on silent wisps. Fooling the senses, hidden within the south wind and the smell of well thawed earth. It is coming. Soon, too soon, it will freeze the ground solid. Deathlike, the trees will stand as silent sentinels to the sky. Harsh, cold and unfeeling…..yet deep within the core of each thing, the renewal of life glimmers. Hold tight, keep safe. It’s just a fleeting moment, that’s all. A fleeting moment with a stark beauty all it’s own. Listen……………..WINTER.


I posted this a couple of years ago. I couldn't think of a better way to say it, but I had this wonderful idea for a painting.

The Lighting of the Tree

Snow Angel

December is the month when I think of faeries and fantasy and delicate ice tracings....I have never been able to properly put any of that in a poem, so for this month I will do images of that secret world where my imagination lives.

The Ice Queen

Happy Thanksgiving!

Even if you don't celebrate this uniquely American holiday, I wish you a day filled with small joys and many blessings.

Temperment

Flashing eyes of fire-spark
lighting ways of mind and heart,
Dimming now as no one sees,
and dampening all desire.
Heart-sink, spell lost…slinking
away unknown and dejected.
Where among them is the one
who sees?
Who among them understands
the yearning need within, to hear
The words- to feel the joy
I seek to bring?
Pour it out as though my
soul were a cup
Spilling the mind-speak
upon the page……….
Yet no one goes there.

Unicorn Dreams

Companions

I've been working on this one since I mentioned it in the Slayer series. I hope you like it!

Happy Halloween

Troll's Dark Keep

Out of darkness, rolling thunder
Rising tall it seeks to reach
Howlings try to rip asunder-
There’s a light in Troll’s dark keep!
Dragons roar with breath of fire
Maidens cry- their breast they beat
Yet safety beckons- twining fingers
With the light in Troll’s dark keep.
Reaching out - a beacon there
Unknown magic dark and deep?
Only those who brave the maze
Can see the light in Troll’s dark keep.
Feel the power, find the joy
Words and friendships that you seek,
Worth the pain and heart’s near breaking,
To find the light in Troll’s dark keep?
Wrapping ‘round with wisps of mist
And then the smell of death does reek.
Can you face the truth inside-
Of the light at Troll’s dark keep
Lord of Trolls, he knows the truth
Yet hides this thing so very deep
Those who brave the horror’s jest
Find the light at Troll’s dark keep.

Shadow Bride

Next week a poem....

Darkling Fae

O.K. back to the fantasy Halloween mood. Thanks for stopping by and having a look!

Invasion

Not exactly what you thought, but I wanted to share. These are a few of the 20 barn kittens we now have. You can't step out the door without being swarmed by warm fuzzy things of assorted ages and colors. The mothers were dumped out here by people who didn't want to deal with their pregnant cats. Those cats were lucky....they found us. We provide shelter (big barn and assorted safe places under the porch, in the garage, etc. and we make sure they have food and fresh water. The unlucky ones will be attacked by owls or coyotes and killed and eaten... or worse, they will starve to death.

Dark Night

October always puts me in a Halloween mood. So, for the next few week....Don't look behind you!!!!

Tree

Peace of spirit , driving force of life…….
Giving what’s needed through turmoil and strife
Anchor of meaning, hardness of core
Beauty in reaching, giving much more.
Envelop my heart with knowledge so old,
Gentle my yearnings and comfort my soul.
Bending in wind and teaching the truths,
Meanings and twisting with deepening roots.
Life within life, sheltering here,
So many dreams of those I hold dear.
Universal meanderings, giving to all
Peace of the spirit - the time,
Now,
when leaves fall……..

Maple Fae

These tiny fae greet the first day of Autumn. Can you see them?

War Walk

Angels in Waiting

In memory of 9/11

Why didn't You Tell Me

Why didn’t you tell me I loved you this much?
You never said you knew.
Why didn’t you tell me?
When I touch the place where you lay your head on my shoulder,
The memory of your breath would fill me,
Or when I put on your shirt, your scent would send
Visions of your face racing across my mind.
Why didn’t you tell me?
When I hear your footsteps, my heart would quicken,
Or when I look into your eyes I would see my
Soul looking back.
Why didn’t you tell me I loved you this much?
You always had faith - you always knew.

Peace

This is the last one in the Slayer series. She has come full circle, completed her initiation, and has accepted who she is and embraced her purpose in life. These were fun, but I think I’ve hd enough of working with figures for a while. LOL

Exaltation

Vengence

Dedication

Supplication

...and her story begins...

Slayer

I am kind of breaking away from my usual image and presenting the first in a series I am working on. For me, they are a study in posing (hours, and hours of work) and lighting (more hours) The model is rigged with joints and muscle groups similar to humans. I must get these to move in the right way(using dials) in order to achieve the pose I want. I seriously envy those artists that find this easy. At this point I love how they are turning out…and they tell a story on their own , so there will be no poems to go with them. I hope you enjoy them as much I love creating them.

Survival

I don’t want to die tomorrow.
My mind fills with thoughts of things that will never be
My heart cries for what it will never know.
I don’t want to die tomorrow…….

I breathe in the sharp, clear mountain air,
watching the free flight of an eagle.
With my head thrown back I cry to the winds….
I don’t want to die tomorrow…teach me how to survive!
But there is only silence and the beating of my heart.

The ocean waves tease and call….
Here within the tang of salt air and the cry of the seagulls
I watch the ever moving tide flow with life, yet again there is
Silence, and the beating of my heart…..

The desert heat bakes the pain from my soul, as the sun’s radiance
Seems to welcome me. And again I cry out.
I don’t want to die tomorrow, teach me how to survive!
The desert sands only shift and flow, never answering.

As I return home to wander the meadow and pasture, I spy
A meadowlark dancing among the seed heads of the tall
Prairie grass….the relentless wind blowing against my face
One last time I reach my arms toward the sky to cry out…….
But the words will not come. Tomorrow and tomorrow and
tomorrow have come and gone. I have lived, and journeyed
And learned. I have survived….
It was all there within me to begin with.
All I had to do was look...and listen to my heartbeat.

Moonlit Apparition

A Bit of a Bug

It seems as though you can comment on things, but my comments back to you won't post. I just wanted you all to know that I am not ignoring you or your questions. I'm off to the help forum to see if there is a fix.

CELEBRATE!

I am curious. What do you do on a long weekend?

Soul Sister

It stormed last night
Dark clouds rolling in to obscure the moon.
Just another storm, but wait…
I am compelled to go out and watch.
What an unusual thing to do.
She appeared within the lightning burst,
Dressed in a cape of raven feathers.
She had no face
Moving in counterpoint to the storm, she danced
Arms thrown wide as though to embrace
The gift of the spirits.
The cadence of her steps now quick, now slow
Her body sinuous, no, sensuous, her joy evident.
But she had no face
Light storms dancing upon the raven’s wing
Glorifying the colors within,
Black, blue, green and brown.
Embracing all that she was, all that would be
She had no face
But I knew…..she was me.

Faerie Ring

Watch Me Mom

Watch me Mom! See what I do
This game I play, it’s just for you.
She shouted loud and full of glee
Watch me Mom- -Oh please just see!
But Mom was turned away by words
Of another and never heard
She was involved with gossips tale
Her child’s sweet calls were but a frail
Calling somewhere far away
She thought there’d be another day.
Please watch me Mom, I try so hard
To do this thing here in this yard.
Just once look up and smile and wave
I need to know you love this small
Sweet child that is just me -
Who’s trying hard for you to see.
It’s just for you , for you alone…….
Mom never saw, never knew
The effort that her child did use
To call forth just one simple wave
In that park and on that day.

The Four

A Memorial

Where are they now, where did they go?
What happened to them- my heart wants to know.
Not here in my vision, no way to see,
They’re not coming back, yet I want them to be.
Where are they now, my faith must abide,
My heart keeps the feeling way down inside.
I believe in the spirit, I know there’s a soul
But there is always the question, “Where did they go?”
Perhaps to your heaven, or maybe it’s mine,
A rebirth someday or a trip as through time.
Where are they now? My vision seems clear.
They are in our hearts, with memories so dear.
Where they go doesn’t matter- it’s what you believe.
They’re really right here, helping you grieve.
And with letting them go, you’re setting them free…..
Where are they now - stop thinking and feel.
They’re a part of your spirit, that’s what keeps them real.
To keep a small, special place near your heart,
And tuck them in safely, go on now just start.
Where are they now- they’ll always be here
Safely and warmly, they’ll always be near………

Beacon

Journey

I seek the quiet place within, to hide, perhaps find freedom
From the outward me I show, when days wild fury flies.
There comes a time, I know, it seems,
there’s too much wildness here,
And yet it’s known within my soul,
I cannot live with lies.
For to let the spirit fly, I must just be myself,
Run free within the walls of thought,
I can be no one else.

Swans Dawn

Players

I think I say too much, yet it never seems to be enough to quell the questions or dispel the mystery surrounding these players. Allure is the rage, yet I have an ugly side filled with insecurities about everything…will they see through the disguise and run the other way, abandoning the newly crowned queen? Will they stay, (Oh, horrors) in pity, to bow still, at my feet, while behind the hand they sigh at the sham of my identity and lack of perfection? I would prefer death to the pity…banishment, to the knowledge that I am here only by the good grace of their so called generosity, all the while being measured against some high held tally sheet of gossip. Is that the secret? Provide the gossip to run the mill, and thereby gain the safe haven without the loss of any real truth? The players…..I am one also, and that frightens me more than anything…………

Homeward

Blustery

The worst of the storms missed us, but the wind is angry today, shaking it’s fist and trying to frighten Spring back into it’s winter sleep. It will not work. The lilac blossoms hang bravely to the bushes, knowing that when the rain stops and the wind finds somewhere else to play the bully, the butterflies will come again, seeking sustenance from those blossoms. This is the time of rebirth, of calm and storm, cold and warmth. Life fights it’s way from the deep sleep, and battles it’s way through in spite of the changes. Lessons to learn for humans also. Where there is life… there is hope.

Obsession

Speaking softly against the wind,
Crystalline moments captured within time--
Refracting within the iris of an unknown eye,
And drifting among the memories of those
who dare to let go.
Jewel tones of joy, inky blackness
of sorrow and pain-
Yet all enclosed within one split second
suspension of infinity...
Never ending, never beginning
Forever renewed.

Thank You!

I would like to thank each and every person that has taken the time to visit. I am blown away by the amount of followers I now have.....thank you! I am astounded by the comments people continue to leave. I know how much of a trial Google can mke it. Thank you for the effort. The words always make my heart smile, and smile. And thank you to those who drop by for a look. I hope something you see or read makes you smile. THANK YOU!!!

Ghost Runners

Forest Wraith

She walks on light foot, just out of reach,
One with the colors of Elm and of Beech.
Like the leaves on the wind, none know her name,
And yet those who see her are never the same.

Like dancing upon the shadows of dark,
Yet lightly and sweetly, with prisms that arc.

Follow and learn the heartbeat of time,
And listen now quickly, it’s fleeting and fine……
And precious within the limits we know,
All to soon dark death beckons and we have to go.

She always seems timeless, with eons of light,
Yet even she know the secret of life.
It’s given but once, you cannot go back
What you gain, what you lose, are merely just facts.

Her secret she holds in her heart, close and near,
For it’s love and the giving that one should hold dear.
She wanders the woodland singing her song,
Hoping beyond hope that one - yes just one
Will see her and hear the message she sends,
One life changed before her eon ends……

A Walk in the Ferns

Full Circle

And so goes the wheel that turns
The path that bumps and twists.
I am my Fathers child right now,
but something is amiss.
The strength I feel, the glimmers
The support he gives to me,
It’s really me that’s giving
within this family tree.
We join our hands, our spirits,
No one can really know
The child within gives back the strength,
That’s how the wheel should go.......
No guilt is felt, we understand
The nature of the way.
He gave to me when I was young
It’s my turn now to say
I AM HERE.

Wow

I made Blogs of Note. Thank you , I am honored. I am also in shock. Wow.

Mercury Rising

I Feel Old Today

I feel old today
My body hurts, my mind is slow
An unknown chill creeps within
and weariness seeps through my bones.
Like an undulating wave the feeling
spreads from head to toe.

I feel old today
Giving my mouth a smile that
my eyes do not reflect,
Speaking words of comfort and
cheer I do not feel,
And trying to hide it all from
A world that goes on it's merry
way as though I don't exist.

Like a hollow eyed child
whose belly is swollen with hunger
and the pain of abandonment,
My soul screams out with the
injustice I cannot change.
No one seems to hear, or
understand, or care,
And I feel so old.

I fear becoming what I see and hear.
My heart has no tears left.
Where once the joy bubbled freely
from a depthless well,
Only the echoes remain, like
huge cracks in sun dried mud....
I feel so very old today.

Sea Spray

Spirit Prayer

Evening settles drumbeat starts,
Single cadence in the dark
Hushed tones whispered on the wind
Rising feelings then begin
Dancer comes in cape of black
Feathers shine and shells do clack
Beginning slowly turning round
Jumping quickly across the ground
Call the spirits, sing the song
Hopeful prayer and hearts that long
For peaceful seasons, children many
Sickness gone and crops a plenty
Sunrise beckons shafts of light
Dancer slows, becomes as night
Fading slowly in the dark
To shield himself from daylight stark
New day wakens, Bells now chime
Hope is given one more time....

By Way of Explanation

A friend thought it might be a good idea to preface my poems with an explanation about how and why they came about. It’s not going to happen. My inspiration comes from many places, everything from something that caught my attention while I was in traffic, to some burning issue on a rerun of the Gilmore Girls. Each poem stands alone as an entity unto itself. It’s up to the reader to decide if it strikes a chord within them. Meaning belongs to the beholder, because the music of life plays a different tune for each of us. Come dance on the other side of the rainbow….and enjoy.

Blizzard

That about says it all!

Moon Shadow

Dreamweaver's Memories

Words with no meaning, a voice with no sound
Curling it’s way around my heart and beckoning
Me back from the void
Touching my soul and beseeching-- I open my eyes
No one is there
Moving through the endless tunnels of darkness
Something within cries out in the terror of aloneness
And the voice without sound is there…..
Touching that place of light and hope
Giving promise of forever, and filling my heart
With the need to go on-- I open my eyes
No one is there
I remember the touch, the soundless words
As though spoken clearly near my ear
My mind sees the name and the face
Of the soundless voice in all that I do, but
No one is there
I search still for the dream within a dream-
Hope given and withdrawn, as my heart
Cries out for what never was.
And one small leaf of joy and sorrow
Blows across the face of the moon
Reminding me that somehow
I must let go, for
No one is there

Winter Magic