i
walk
these
city streets
leaving
a
q u i e t
reply
in this
discordant
cavernous
world
…..and
……floating
….smooth
…in
my
c u r r e n t
hushed
scribbling
scattered
seed
here
and
there
m u s i c
at my
ear
sowing
d r e a m ing
hoping
an
echo
m e m o r y
return
of
b e a u t y
might
will
r e m a i n
r e m e m b e r
r e s i d e
where
there
was
none
.
.
.
Well we headed out on a mission
JT was excited to get going
She stood still as I got her collar on, as well as her Red scarf
We told her to go out to the truck and she sat beside her door
It is just a 10 minute ride and I could not wait to go see what the lake
looked like
Yes it was in the yard as it always is at draw down. I am so tired of
losing the land I pay so much for in taxes , as well as all the work I do to make the lower area
just as pretty as the upper yard
So today JT and I set out on a mission and you will see lots of photos in days to come
I will post most on Living and Lovin and 20 lines Facebook page
Follow along if you have time
Eunice
AN old photo of our yard when snow dumps. Here today we shall get some they say but tomorrow it will MELT AWAY :)
For here today they are calling for some snow. You know it won’t make me happy as I adore my sunshine filled days. I do however loves running out to grab a shot before one foot prints or paw print disturbs the scene.
Only wish the Deer and Moose had been having their morning drink from our stream when I ran out to snap the photo.
A Hat Made of Hay
I was still hurting bad from tackling the Willow
I had to push through the pain
All I had to do was take it slow
I had everything really to gain
So I awoke from a horrible night
Made myself ready for the day
Keeping my future health in sight
I headed off to do gentle Yoga just before midday
I still needed some downtime
I needed to just be alone
So I took this drive and made the climb
Just around the bend I saw HER though she was not alone
Silly Poem really just wanted to share Her with You as she made me take the time to just smile as I took her photo through the passenger side window. I guess I have a thing for their beauty. They are so much a part of the landscape of New England
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PEACE & LOVE
Eunice
Transparent teardrop that trickles down thy cheek
followed by another, if you could
what would you speak?
Transparent teardrop trickles down thy face
followed by another its path
it tries to trace
Could you tell me why you fall
upon skin so young and fair?
droplets of silent emotion
is there too much pain to bear?
Or perhaps that it is laughter
that brings you upon fair cheek
laughter welled from inside
it is from happiness you peek?
We can look upon the face for signs
as to the reason you have come
so transparent teardrop
are you here from a smile or a frown?
We cannot read you, we only see you flow
are you here from pain or joy
the answer we do not know
When I was a teenager it always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
xoxo,
Their love completes my existence!
xoxo,
Sing the song of love with me-
The song which you know by heart
but have hidden within the valleys of your heart,
let it come to you, let it guide you.
Sing the song of love-
The song that will end all this pain.
Let’s sing it together,
let us all sing it together
so as to engrave it in all our hearts.
Sing the song of love with me,
for it will bring the joy, the beauty in our souls.
Sing it with me- the song of love.
An early morning dream
where everything is still so dark,
the light of the day hasn’t yet arrived,
the dawn is beginning its show.
An early morning dream,
where I dream of the early morning,
the stars still shining,
the moon though can’t be seen.
An early morning dream
where I experience the early morning.
So serene that no one would dare interfere,
The melody of the air blowing by the trees,
Rustling the leaves, shaking the twigs,
No one would interfere with the scene,
Rolling by in its own pleasure, its own beauty.
I’m Sure You Know Them
They take the color out of Fall
By negative energy and words
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The plaque is on my office wall; meant as a sign of humor. I do try to maintain a very positive, mentoring attitude at work, but I bet you there are times where I contribute to the negative swirl of daily ‘what will go wrong next?’ energy. I try to remind myself of my impact upon others, and their impact upon me. Powerful forces for good or not so good.
Beside me, lay your head upon the grass, and gaze into the sky above
Watching t
he soft, white, clouds drift silently past.
Feel the cool, earth below, as the tips of grass tease your skin.
A gentle breeze caresses sweat glistened skin, leaving an electric charge.
Whispers gently shared, lovers promises, tomorrows keepsake.
SEDUCTION & RELEASE by SwittersB
My senses, my perceptions, borne by intuition
want, no crave, to gaze upon
that beauty that calls for recognition.
Such is the euphoria that causes me to don
the garb, to encounter that perfection
and throw the line, to seek that connection.
Oh what exhilaration I feel
when I turn on the reel.
The art has been applied for seduction
and the release has been given in admiration.
Of beauty, and of sorrow deep
A poet simply has to write
On cheerful day, or lonely night
The words inside, she cannot keep
~~~
Though smiles abound, or though she weep
She crafts her words and gives them light
Of beauty, and of sorrow deep
A poet simply has to write
~~~
Both wide awake, or fighting sleep
Though she may try to hold them tight
The thoughts inside, they just take flight
And to the page, the words do leap
Of beauty, and of sorrow deep
“In the eye of the beholder’ is never more true,
when sharing our images, of the perceived beautiful.
I behold yours and you behold mine.
How do we define beauty?
Softness, hardness, contours, edges or contrast
They combine to grab, please or make one mutter.
I know it when I see it.
Whether yours or mine,
it eases my mind, my heart, sometimes my soul.
Images, for me, convey what seems beautiful.
May I say for the gifted few,
the divinity, who seem able
to draw forth words with blissful ease,
I see your beauty too,
not with my eyes, but with my mind’s eyes,
my heart and sometimes my soul.
