who am i to tell the roses not to bloom how do I stop the hands of time or silence a lonely wolf howling at the moon how can i not think of you it’s like asking my heart to remember not to bleed or a pianist who lost his hands to forget his keys my beautiful muse tell me I can lock these thoughts out convince me I can put doors upon the sea
Recently purchased two 100 foot extension cords. This poem and every poem scheduled to post in April, were written under a palm tree.
my restless heart can’t sleep ever since she soaked my dreams like a warm summer shower of fireflies and fantasies cascading radiance onto my soul splashing away the darkness causing my moons to shine every sunrise to glow my life is one sleepy blur sleep or reality i don’t know just let me die of insomnia so i continue dreaming of her
There will be a short funny post on Wednesday. Feel free to drop by and celebrate my birthday with me. xo
During a depressing night where my headaches and dizzy spells drained any hope I had, I reached for my phone and discovered an email with a voice recording.
There were delightful pauses in this one sided conversation, but everything about the message, her soft voice, her pauses, her sweetness revitalized me.
Sadly, this little poem does not do justice. I dedicate this to that voice to die for. Thank you. 🌹
a voice came to me
loneliness thundered when a soft voice came to me landing on my five o’clock shadow like a lightning bug determined to tickle my cheek while her little healing light outshined my torment stifling the echoes inside my heart as her deafening silence spoke to me her voice shined like the stars illuminating my night resembling a constellation of fireflies absorbing the darkness in my universe of misery
“There is no perfection, only beautiful versions of brokenness.” – Sharon L Adler, inspirational author of 300 Questions To Ask Your Parents Before It’s Too Late.
Life has an amazing way of touching us. During these months of illness and recovery, my precious friend Rachel of In Mind and Out, has reached out to me in my loneliest moments, lifting my spirits. We often joke about being “broken.” This wonderful poet and caring woman fails to see the beauty of her imperfections as her brokenness helped repair mine. Please, get to know Rachel, one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress.
beautifully broken you
fragments of a mirror reflecting multiple moons in the night making the parts more beautiful than the whole fractured sunsets of healing warmth and light in need of an ointment of poetry to cure a jagged soul shatterd moonlight and splintered sunsets create a stunning view reminding me of my darling kintsugi beautifully broken you
Poetically translated to “golden joinery,” Kintsugi, or Kintsukuroi, is the centuries-old Japanese art of fixing broken pottery. Rather than rejoin ceramic pieces with a camouflaged adhesive, the Kintsugi technique employs a special tree sap lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum.
a slow dance our cheeks melting my melancholy clinging to your soul i shut off the moon so we dance at the edge of an eclipse as my loneliness gyrates in the darkness pressing gently against your hips I inhale your womanhood it inspires me to kiss a poem onto your neck the one I could never think of the one confessing I desperately need you darling i am slowly dying of love
Not so long ago, my dizzy spells and skull pounding headaches returned, breaking my spirit. Like an angel in the night (or out of an alley) Resa delivered a post dedicated to me. This beautiful gesture returned light and hope to my little hut.
Laguna Gri Gri is one of the Dominican Republic’s major bird sanctuaries, set along a peaceful lagoon flanked by thick mangroves. When I took these photos, my intention was to contribute a series of murals to Resa’ inspiring blog. Sadly, my health and the lockdown due to the virus extinguished my plans.
I will do my best to do this in Resa’s unique, artistic tour guide style.
This serious faced native who Lonely Author decided to name The Serious Faced Native is the first face we see as we enter the santuary. I believe the artist wanted to convey the need to respect nature (depicted in the feather and butterfly).
The black web behind her, I see it as a dream catcher. For me, this represents Resa. She spends her days capturing the dreams of artist’s and murals. Sharing these works of art with the world with the serious determination of The Serious Faced Native.
I named this painting Flor Bonita (Beautiful Flower). Wearing a flower in her hair Flor watches the flight of beautiful birds and the growing psychedelic flower before her. Like Resa, Flor admires the beauty of self expresson and creativity.
By her expression (mouth open in awe) Flor is dazzled by this beauty. Look at the shadows on Flor. She is facing the sun. For me this represents the warmth and brilliance of my beautiful friend Resa. Her caring heart (which she has colored purple just for me) and soul is a light that needs to be treasured in this time of darkness we are living in.
Half Face Moon is the mystery behind the amazing artist known as Resa. Drawn by an artist named Patricia, Half Face Moon displays some of her talent and beauty, but like Resa, there is so much gorgeousness hidden below the surface, sort of like the other side of the moon. Resa and Half Face Moon are the promise of the other side of creativity and love.
Then, we move on to Belly Button Door Knob Man. Now, I would have to do heavy drugs to associate this frog man with Resa. I can only think the door knob in his belly button is a representation of Resa opening the doors to creativity, welcoming it with her wonderful open arms. (Ha, I tried).
I end this with this stunning mural of a sunset as seen from the shores of the Dominican Republic. In the distance a ship appears. It looks like Columbus has discovered the New World.