The Breath of the Forest

Ancient Skies   I sometimes forget to walk within my healing, boundaries not withstanding  often preferring the purity of winter, the breath of the forest, and hawk wings balancing on my shoulders. Scars? What scars?       Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies View original post

Mary Chapin Carpenter: Between Here And Gone

“I thought a light went out, but now a candle shines I thought my tears wouldn’t stop, but then I dried my eyes And after all of this, the truth that holds me here is that this emptiness is something not to fear”   Image: Henri Lebasque (1865-1937) FEMME À LA GUITARE (NONO) signed Lebasque…

‘La Danse a Bougival’ by Tanya Shukla

Tanya Shukla is a writer, teacher, mother, and world traveler who shares her original poetry, fiction, and non-fiction at The Learning Prophet. Tanya also shares my appreciation for the paintings of Mr.Renoir, for whom she wrote this poem, La Danse a Bougival.  Join me at The Learning Prophet.  🙂 ‘La Danse a Bougival’ by Tanya…

Sister From The Order Of The Pre-Raphaelites

Lately, I have been delving into the lives of some of the talented women surrounding the Pre-Raphaelite movement, both artists and models, so I am delighted to re-blog this poem by Gwendrina. Published at The Peaceful Pub, “Sister From The Order Of The Pre-Raphaelites” is a poem about “a fictitious member of the group based…

Kyoto Botanical Garden — rlmcdermott

What kind of trees were they that broke the color– all tall and green and dancing in the slow sunlight of an April afternoon? Women in blue kimonos stood beneath the delicate branches snapping pictures digital and bright. Children played, young mother’s strolled, stooped old men finished with their lives sat on stone benches. An…

Lessons from Nature with Wassily, William, and Luda

This poem by William Wordsworth reminds us why we need to unplug, venture out, and notice the gifts of nature. The Tables Turned By William Wordsworth   Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?  …

Pools – A Poem by Joe Barca — Vita Brevis

Pools Submitted by Joe Barca   I am but water. The puddle of last night’s shower. I live for an hour or two. Until the sunshine absorbs me. I am the ocean for children in Wellington boots. For earthworms. And for the descent of errant swallows. I am pavement’s liquid memory. I……… Continue via Pools…

Marie Spartali Stillman and Mr. Shakespeare: Love Sonnets

Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds By William Shakespeare     Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests…

Life is real! Life is earnest! – dual personalities

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,    Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers,    And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!    And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest,    Was not spoken of the soul….

The Gypsy Roan – The Peaceful Pub

There is a storm gale in her eyes and the stillness of her mane waiting to gust the field in leaf-red motion. Her back carries the weight of my mind — seated light, set to inhale the morning chase. She seeks that strain of abandon I love — a brisk wind enflamed by trees, stories […]…

Smoke and Mirrors – Existential Poetry

Smoke and Mirrors And you, with all your glorious flowering self-deception – your words are glowing embers and your tongue stokes the fire that engulfs me like paper but I think it fills the void inside of you. How does it feel to sleep with the lies you’ve fashioned from the flames? Some may wonder…