What form of art moves you most?
Art born of love for the medium..........art.that comes from the heart, it could be music, or painting or sculpture, or architecture or craft, or my own love which is poetry. I also truly appreciate the... More »
Art born of love for the medium..........art.that comes from the heart, it could be music, or painting or sculpture, or architecture or craft, or my own love which is poetry. I also truly appreciate the... More »
Dance with the Cosmos Learning to dance on a shifting carpet I flow with life's rhythm I leap from the parapet I can't stay the music I am part of the flow one partners hand above and... More »
For a poet - the next poem - Shortlived Shrews. A crescent moon shines a milky light, a mysterious dance on the face of night. More eloquent as twilight fades away tall fingers of poplar... More »
S pirits rising A scending a spiral C oncentrated on higher purpose R evering all life E nduring and unfaltering D edicated to Divine S igh with wind's suspire Y ou and I connect N... More »
( To mother earth on mothers day, first draft. ) Being Gaia The woodland sleeps by day, lulled by a summer's breeze that dapples sun light pulling new life through decay on wood strewn floor.... More »
Authentic muse Released from a life of freedom into ties of sheer delight my muse choreographs dreams, her thoughts a surreal canter on the wild black stallion of night. Blush of dawn illumines her bright... More »
When Words Are Not Enough We call it snow - and yet sometimes it's so wet it melts as it falls. One word - snow other times so fine like icing sugar dusting a cake.... More »
Honestly, neither, too much in my life to concentrate on now, and when I do get a little spare time I like to spend it on something creative like writing a poem, or with family... More »
Meandering Along. Alone,I sprang from earth's loins, pure and unsullied. I gurgle and babble,absorb,learn and grow as I wend my way I find obstacles in my path. Forced to meander, I seek out bedrock, steadfastly... More »
Tailored genes. Astral left the safety of her pod and took the fast shuttle. It threaded it's way along a clear glass tunnel, sped through stunning hanging gardens, above the steamy swamps which lay... More »