Thursday, October 28, 2010

Sky Watch: Autumn

In autumn air
Leaves commemorate
The seasons
In golds and reds
Cascading softly
Upon the earth

Happy Sky Watch to all!

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Slice tangerines
Trickle down
Against your cheeks
Apple sweet
Plum and ripe
Parading pearly whites

Monday, October 25, 2010

Grace (O.S.I,)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is written for One Single Impression. The theme this week is grace. I used the poetic style triolet, though I've taken liberty on the rhyming scheme. Hope you enjoy.

Grace, the warm breath of forgiveness
Kneeling in prayer we inherit
Light and love, full and angelic
Grace, the warm breath of forgiveness
Song of spirit, friend in darkness
When the storm beats against our souls
Grace the warm breath of forgiveness
Kneeling in prayer we inherit

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Haiku: Optimistic

Hi all,

I've written this haiku for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is optimistic.

Her smile in his eyes
Lights the heaven of his soul
Inspiring new love

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Warm Sunset

With my camera, I was able to capture another beautiful sky. Hope you all have a Happy Sky Watch Friday!

Warm sunset
That tangerine sky
Glowing angelic
Lemon surprise
For my eyes

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Worthy Being

Worthy of time and love
Union of silence and peace
Be still world
As the ease of being
Lulls the universe
To sleep…

If earth and land
Sky and sea
Can rest and rise
Be still and be

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Champion (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is posted for O.S.I. The theme this week is champion.

Small victories
The remembrance of youth
Of warm springs and summers
Triumphs of the heart
Budding laughter
Embrace in sunset
Love swept in midnight
Amidst the stars
Small steps
Life its own champion

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Sky Watch: Masterpiece

Hi Sky Watchers,

This week the sky was nothing short of amazing. I hope the colors are as vibrant through your computer screens!

Beauty, which surpasses all expectations
Aglow in the fiery firmament
Behold God’s masterpiece

Happy Sky Watch!!

Monday, October 11, 2010

Lonely (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This week's O.S.I. prompt is lonely.

Prize of her eyes
Tears thick and blue
Washes away her hope
Soap and water soothes
Lather smooth on skin
Lonely, beating heart
Submerges her within
Bubbles wafting slowly
From her lips

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Friday, October 8, 2010

Sky Story

Drowning in her sorrows, she gazed wearily into the sky’s face. She watched a mural of colors ripple, recede. The sadness of her heart melted when the sun touched down.

The world is beautiful when you gaze into the sky. Happy Sky Watch All!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Try (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This poem is posted for O.S.I. The theme for this week's prompt is try.

Have you forgotten
Brave, young soul
You were created to fly
Graced with wings
In adoration and love
Breathtaking plumage
Of a million horizons
The wind your guide
Destiny, speed
Try with all your might
Rise, take flight

Monday, October 4, 2010

Passion (Acrostic)

Hi all,

This is posted for Acrostic Only.

Poised and sweet
Anticipating his touch
Sinking in arms
Swept in love
Impregnate with light
Oceans and heat
Night is hot

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Barefoot Model

Hi bloggers,

The following story is posted for Thursday Tales. The accompanying image can be found here.

The world was singularly more fascinating through a lens. He enjoyed the inertia of photos, their place in time and space. The brilliance of the sky forever blue. The grandeur of church steeples against the skyline. But his favorite subject were people: a bicyclist, a couple holding hands, an old man with worldly eyes. His subjects were usually unaware of his spying, his intrusion on daily living.

He became particularly fond of his father’s old camera. A time piece into the brilliant world of black and white. “You’ve got a photographer’s eye,” his father chirped, entrusting him with the antique camera. He felt its delicate weight in his palms. How many scenic adventures and routes did the lens capture, witness? He laid the worn, leather strap against his neck and the camera swayed against his heart.

He observed the world in motion, the brilliant sky and clouds swimming in heavenly pools. But a black and white sky didn’t resonate with him so he turned his gaze on city people. They were blank, heavy, and stone faced, carved out of responsibility and engagement.
He was roused by a defiant laugh. A young girl tottered on the edge of a sidewalk like a trapeze artist. She wore a peppery dress and sported bare feet. Her little toes swept against stone like a brush upon canvas. She charmed him in the bliss of childlike simplicity. He raised his camera and clicked. Conscious of his lens, her eyes narrowed and she puckered her lips in dissatisfaction.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to spy,” she scolded. She folded her arms and raised her chin.

“Don’t be angry little girl,” the young man smiled. “I’m a photographer and you are the perfect model.”

“Really,” she blushed. Pink rushed to her face in one, brilliant burst.

“Yes, it will be a prize photo worth a million dollars.” She jumped at the world million. The young man took the girl’s name and address. In a bright, pink envelope he wrote: To my barefoot model.