HOUR 9

WOODEN WALKWAY In a Mountain holler I decided to walk I didn’t want distractions I didn’t want to talk.   I came upon a wooden walkway strange among the trees. I decided to diverge, which is not like me at all   I’m a stubborn sort of…

Hour Nine: Recognizing the Mountebank

“Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.” -George Sand It’s easy to be generous when you have enough. It’s easy to love when you were raised with unconditional love….

there are so many limitations to art

a photo cannot capture the flavor of the air on the breeze the scent of sweet pollen in the air the moon, ever, because it’s just that ethereal nor the feel of cool water on the tongue nor the sound of hundreds of aspen leaves…

The Eleventh Hour

You can go no further; stop. Blue granite, steep cliff, face, sharp chin. Faded blaze hammered to tree trunk, gravel scattered, the carving of water in earth. Footfalls on griege and rough stone, unstable. A wide pathway crumbles upon descent. Turn back as night falls….

Hour Eight

DEATH OF FLOWERS   sunbeams kiss my window blinds but white lilies die while traffic fills the interstate.

Prompt Hour Nine–Picture inspiration, view down

Peering Into the Abyss When I was happy I loved high places, balconies and rooftops gave a secret thrill, the Grand Canyon was an exquisite torment, a frisson of thrilling danger grazed my nerves as I gazed over the edge. I was a hawk searching out possible prey, an…

Go Straight Ahead, Don’t Look Back Now

Cross. Courage is all it takes to cross a bridge to go somewhere new. And leave everything else behind from where you are. Take it slowly. One step at a time. That will be the start of your journey, Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Walk….