Friday, April 17, 2020

Eye Am a Pupil





A world filled with people and we still feel alone. Locked up with our thoughts, feelings, invisible walls and waiting for this nightmare to vanish. 


If you leave your home you must dress like a surgeon. The world has no more fingerprints and the masks we wear hide our smiles if we had one to share. 








Although we cannot get closer than 6 feet our eyes are the only thing that express what is going on.






Fear, anxiousness, worry is embedded in many but I also see strength, courage, hope and a smile that shines within the eyes.That is what we all need and what we need to give
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Our lips can lie, our hands can be used as evil tools but our eyes truly express what is in our soul.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Spirng Time Dinner Plate




While looking out my window and trying to be understanding why springtime always throws a damper on what it supposed to be, I suddenly saw confused snow flakes begin to pellet down on a carpet of newly seeded green grass. 






The darting cold flakes rudely interrupted a Robin from plucking a wiggling worm from the pallet beneath her shaky limb like feet.











The puzzled Robin looked up to the sky and seemed to be looking for an answer Why?  Empty beak and all, the orange breasted bird seemed to be wondering if she was to early for spring, or if the flakes were a special spring time seasoning salt.



Confused as the Robin may be, she scampered across the lawn but did not flee. She found a comfortable place to wait and seemed to know that when the flakes of pastry finished falling it would make her dinner great.


Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Crack in the Sky




The tree buds are beginning to smile and the Sun is warming the air

and slowly begins to surround our bodies that have been put through a winter's scare.


The skies that have been so Grey seem to be fighting to keep the blue away.







Just a small crack in the sky is all we need to get rid of the frost that seems to be covering us everyday.


It is not just us who have been waiting for these special days but also the birds whom are finally tweeting a melody of spring and finally begin building a place to nest.


The first Robin that I see gives me an assurance that Springtime is here. 





I believe the blue in a Robins egg comes from a Springtime crack in the sky.  


Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Black and White



The sunglasses come off as the sun becomes a stranger, and even if it peaks out it's not enough to make me see the colors that were meant to be.







It must be winter and my vision has transformed to only black and white. 





The colors that were so bright are now  different shades of cold gray charcoal, and now  cannot illuminate my sight. 





That must be why I put away my sunglasses until Spring suppresses Winter's black and white


Hawaiian Chips





I have an Hawaiian ring that surrounds my finger. Chips of Pearly Shells glisten all around. 


They remind me of the waves that sparkle in the hula dancing sea. Turquoise and blue are the colors that I see and never appear when there is an angry sea. 







The pearly shells on my ring are separated by a circle of wood that is earthy Kauai brown. It serves to remind me that the land and sea are connected as one. 





This ring can only mean one thing, that marriage has two special people coming together as one.

Rythm in the Air















I see palm trees crouched and standing straight and tall. The trunks pierce the Earth and have no movement at all except for a shimmy of Palm leaves dancing with no effort at all. 







The feather like movement of branches seem to be choreographed by the Breeze as they dance to the music that I could hardly hear but now feel in my soul.






They seem to invite me to slip away into another world where nothing matters except the Rhythm in the air and the relaxing feeling that the palm trees give to us all. 

Monday, March 9, 2020

Eye for an Eye





What does a raindrop see when it falls from the sky?  Does it look up or down or all around? I don't know but I do know it has no choice where it falls.

Will the raindrop have a smile as 
it dances to a dry thirsty ground







or will it have a frown as it 
plummets to a raging River 
passing through a little town? 

The rain drop has no choice when it floods many a place,



but it also has given a needed breath. 





The rain drop closes
its eyes as it continues
to tomball to the ground
and splashes onto the earth to give new life.