Pic of the day

Pic of the day
Somehow, she's always the one up here.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Morning form

Come now, there must be more of my heart I can outpour.
This form grants such fluidity, yet direction and solidity.
The morning blooms bright and shiny, far from glooms and demons, whiny.
The sun is high, in a crystal sky; the leaves are lush with a full, fresh green. The day ahead is far from bed: it begins to catch the dreams one's seen.
Yellow flowers in the garden, at a height of a full six feet, say, "The nightly dark, we pardon and have come, the dawn to meet."

Monday, September 19, 2011


It's sad to see my blog shrivel. (I'll not say die, in denial.)
I say I look to be inspired, but of the muses, I find none. I say the world is way too wired. The blame game is just no fun.
Perhaps an exploration of a new form and style will lead to inspiration from within, at least, a while.
As I write, I like the flow, I feel the energy slowly grow. A budding blossom from a storm: inspiration from a form.