written for a moment in sand the entire reason that He came the whole gospel in one brief moment lost in the sand Who He IS the greatest Commandment to fight the law a single grain of sand to outweigh hard, cold judgement of rocks this greatest Force in the universe sifted through simple sand [...]
The sun’s harsh reality bleeds all the color as time undermines the detail and ruthlessly scraping, the elements steal all uniqueness defining this art What once was a masterpiece, priceless and admired, now fades to the background of years
One of my favorite Dr. Seuss books has always been The Lorax, and it has inspired all sorts of artistry in me over the years, tree-hugging, pseudo-hippie-freak, liberal environmentalist and conservationist, and reincarnated dryad that I am. It’s always been incredibly important to me to instill the same love of nature in my children. [...]
Tiny pieces left behind A cup A shirt A sweater Like art Or poetry A scrap of the soul Immortal Once I’m gone
I’ve spent a lot of time pondering the “princess” image lately. There are several reasons for this, the main one being my three year old daughter, who is firmly entrenched in the “I a pretty princess” stage of her childhood. Even as the little rough and tumble tomboy that she is, like most little [...]
Remove your shoes step closer now find the sanctity here this moment undisturbed Feel sand and pebbles between your toes stripping callouses bare the places you’ve hardened to stop the pain Feel the salt water reaching with cleansing tears of the tide that draws those worries to mingle to drown among others and get lost [...]
for Zoë Elaine I refuse to blindly tell her not to run inside or walk barefoot over stones or splash through ten-inch puddles to stay out of the mud or not to eat off the floor or that fire only burns I don’t want to just say no if there’s any reason to [...]
Across the universe… …in this galaxy… …these little pieces burn shooting lightthat blinds the road and takes away our view …if we could only see this thing we are and chart this courseabove we’d plot our path… …to guide us home… …avoiding edges cutting paths in sharply twisted turns
Apparently, my love of words is contagious and I tend to call out the inner poets in others. As a passionate writer, poet, and editor (and former writing teacher), my friends occasionally find themselves caught up in the poetic frenzy in which I live and feel the need to try it out for themselves. When this [...]
walls …the color of tearsmelt slowly to nothinglike ice cream dripson a hot summer day from one touch of the tongueto that sweet burning gazeunfreezing these wallsdissolved into tears making me savorfrozen needyou createsparkling in eyesthat behind these walls… wait
