Showing posts with label 55. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55. Show all posts

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Flash Fiction 55: 9/16/11

Walking just ahead in soft white cotton
a tall and graceful woman
 hair all swept and tidy;
a woman in no hurry
who is never late.                        
She always has a smile, wave
can stroll into a party
or parade.            
We want confidence
to support and brighten
every hour,
cook any troubles
from work or play-


Friday, September 24, 2010

55: Do you speak Moonlight ?

That full and favorite mirror
buttered silver
warming blue-

Light enough
to sled with friends

at Midnight
on a hillside pasture.

Or the splash in Spain
of a bejeweled swimming pool.

Laughing with friends
around a bonfire
on an open beach.

Wishing for riding horses
and long,shallow surf .

Friday, September 10, 2010

Reflection, 55 pie

Through four tall panes
of southern glass

Raising steaming coffee
to the morning sun,

pulsing in trees
more and more yellow

landing with green   
deep blue mingles above

brightening to azure;
these swipes of color  

uncoil on paper: a far away tune
becomes a closeup eye   

hues tilt on a shape
for the banner outside.

Friday, August 20, 2010

The art of barefoot -55

Slap them babies down,
on pedals,boards or sand,

No tripping, splinters or stubbing toes
just grass or scratch an itch on rougher rock.

If slim or sturdy ankles rise from there
some decorate with colored inks,

pearls, or gold,   
others like to paint their nails

long or short I'll take
mine brave and bold

Friday, August 13, 2010

Trying to decide -55

How one would feel about
meeting a Hindu Avatar,

particularly a female one.
Ecstatic for pilgrims ?

She greets thousands a day,
as if each were the most important
and unique .                     

Expansive and transforming,
Divine flows hour after hour.

If acceptance were all
you could cope with

not an embrace 
would it be light and lemony ?

Friday, August 6, 2010

First I want to say-55

I am always grateful to guru's
who write books

I am grateful to students who
write books about Gurus     

My baby steps in Spiritual development
stands staring at this carrot

dangling next to a kayak,
space ship and  Bus.     

Do I launch into the ocean,
space, or Bus ?   

today I will glide
casting no shadow.