Write In Motion

Dreaming Into Sky

2012-02-02T21:57:00.016-05:00

Hi sky watchers:

Here is a lovely view from Central Park.

The water
Does laps
Around me
And the sky
Is a dotted
Playful blue
And I ponder
Washed over
In quiet dreams

Wrong (O.S.I.)

2012-01-30T20:18:00.013-05:00

Hi all,

I have been away from O.S.I. so I am happy to share a creative poem with all of you.

Right was calling me sweetly
In the direction of its voice
Though I could not perceive its face
In a sea of shouts and noise

Lo I took the stairs
And there the sun gazed down on me
Through a smiling corner window
Yet the voice grew fainter
Calling me ever sweetly

My youth frayed like a scarf
Taking direction west and east
And I looking back
Could not retrace my path
Where did I go wrong

A Promising Sky

2012-01-19T20:53:00.014-05:00

I am happy to share this photo with all of you for Sky Watch Friday!

I am reminded here
In the shadows of trees
That winter is silent
In the summer sun’s gaze
Today the New Year
Promises nothing except
A clean slate
And renewed faith

Miss Your Comments

2012-01-15T13:37:00.009-05:00

Hi all,

It has been brought to my attention that I cannot view or receive comments on my blog now. The issue is with Internet Explorer. If you use Goggle Chrome or Firefox, you can still access my site and leave a comment. If you still want to reach me at anytime, just send me an email at writegirl.wg@gmail.com. I hope the blogger bug will be fixed soon. Miss you all!!

Blogging Hiatus

2012-01-09T21:17:00.012-05:00

I have some exciting projects that I am working on in the New Year, which will take me away from blogging for a little while. Perhaps, I’ll be able to pop in and do special posts every now and then. I appreciate the love, support, friendship, humor, and creativity from each and every one of you. I’m taking to the sky like the birds and spreading my wings!

Send Me Summer!

2012-01-05T22:13:00.020-05:00

Hi Skywatchers,

Freezing temperatures in the Northeast has me longing for the good days of summer.

Warm beautiful light
Send me a little summer
I yearn for the sun

Art & Poetry

2012-01-03T20:46:00.026-05:00

Hi all,

Last week, I had the pleasure of attending an art exhibit in the city. Art and poetry coalesce so nicely together and inspired my latest piece.

Give me art
Against white walls
Give me the creative itch
The splendor of canvas meeting paint
Stone and wood carved magically
Art transforming into worlds for eyes
Give me the rawness
The endless nights
Of making lovely art

Change (O.S.I.)

2012-01-01T22:57:00.010-05:00

Hi all,

Happy New Year! The theme this week at O.S.I. is change. I wrote this poem from the point of view of New Year's revelers. I pray this New Year will be full of happy, beautiful, and amazing experiences.

We smile as if we’ve met before
In the tumult of our daily lives
As we stumble, the subway rumbles
Setting all our cares aside

We laugh like chocolate cake
It is smooth and black
And has a sweetness rising giddy
In our stretching achy bellies

We are strangers glancing at a ball
That drops its diamond face
And tells us the New Year is upon us
And beckons our foreign lips to touch

We part a sky of streamers
Of horns and serenades of love
And pray this moment won’t change us
Being young and full of hope

Miami Dreaming (Watery Wednesday)

2011-12-28T23:29:00.015-05:00

Hi all,

Happy Watery Wednesday! This photo was taken during my trip in Miami. I can feel the hot breeze, waterfalls cascading in my ears, and palm trees waving nearby. The images are warm enough to last me through winter!

Pair of Haikus

2011-12-26T16:25:00.008-05:00

Hi all,

Today, I am writing a pair of haikus for The Purple Treehouse.

Long ago I thought
Wisdom came in red ribbon
Pray, in time, it speaks

Drop in the romance
Of moonlight while stars roam you
Is there wisdom here?

Renewal (O.S.I.)

2011-12-25T20:54:00.008-05:00

Hi all,

I am happy to share a new poem this Christmas evening:

Holidays become quiet sublime silences
The sweetness of cocoa gone
The tinsel on the tree bare
The gifts unwrapped
And somehow
We share
A love
Renewed

Through Nature's Eyes (Pt II)

2011-12-24T19:44:00.019-05:00

Hi all,

Here is part two of my story. I hope you are enjoying the holiday season.

The shadow of his little body lit like a blue flame on shimmering snow. He was white with large, brown spots and dark coal eyes. He thumped his hind legs and wrinkled his little nose at her. She smiled back at him. His little hind legs carved out her name in snow. The letters unmistakably spelled Mel.

Ignoring her roommate’s scoffs, Mel raced towards the door and let the cold air wrap around her like a coat. She felt the snow seep into her slippers. Her toes became one with the slippery ice. The rabbit pointed his pink nose at her like she was a carrot. Her roommate gawked from the window in an incredulous stare. Mel wondered if she too saw the rabbit.

Then, the rabbit jumped as if a gunshot rang in his ear and he sped away into the snowy horizon. Mel followed and felt her body feel lighter. She was shrinking into sugar covered snow. Her hands and toes grew furry and her ears lengthened towards the sky. A generous cotton tail shook behind her like a rattle. She could hear his voice now coaxing her:

Just a bit farther now…don’t stop. We are very close to the forest.

He talks! Mel could not believe her ears as she sprinted fast behind the little rabbit.

They made beautiful tracks in the snow becoming musical footnotes below the earth’s surface. She marveled at his dialect and speech. His hind legs spoke to her pumping fast and furiously ahead. One thump at a time. She turned behind her but could no longer recognize the campus grounds. It was a blur of trees and woods. The trunks and branches were heavy with snow. She looked into their eyes and was surprised the trees had eyes. They professed their history in their sunken roots. They wished to speak to her.

There is no time…the rabbit shouted. She obeyed.

They neared a frozen river that stretched for miles in either direction. The rabbit stopped and furtively glanced into her eyes. She stared into his dark coal ones. She couldn’t speak. Curiosity made her leap into the frozen river. It began to melt beneath her as the sun touched down.

Holiday Haiku

2011-12-20T22:29:00.008-05:00

Hi all,

Here is a holiday haiku I recently penned. Hope you enjoy:

Winter looks through glass
As if she sees glory still
In drops of pure snow

Morning opens gifts
Of Christmas lights and wonder
Children all aglow

Inkpot (O.S.I.)

2011-12-18T21:28:00.014-05:00

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is inkpot.

A river unbroken
To walk circumspect
Across broken dreams
Courage to rewrite her story
She could dry like clay
March out with the clouds
Dig herself and hide for winter
Or she can stand tall
As sunflowers in a field of gold
As the sparrow who opens his wings
She dipped her pen into her heart
And let the ink flow

Through Nature's Eyes (Pt I)

2011-12-17T23:52:00.020-05:00

Hi all,

I am doing something a little different diving into a new short story. I hope you enjoy my latest work and stay tuned!!

Mel exposed herself in the winter air. At first, it was a naked arm dangling from her wool pajamas. It was turning raw pink then blue. She felt a streak of defiance. Her mother was not there to scold her. They were the sort of rebellious streaks most people would scoff at: mismatched socks; the left side was accustomed to polka dots and the right preferred bold stripes. Then, she graduated to bare feet. Her toes were not adverse to a sticky dorm room. She was proud of the messes left over from breakfast. She liked soggy corn puffs and milk in a pool she could step in. She wouldn’t want her mother to see her with a raccoon nest for hair, where remnants of dinner, a pencil, and notes from class had slept together and cooed.

Her roommate thought she was nuts, sporting nothing except bare legs and her boyfriend’s oversize hoodie. Wish I had a hoodie to slide in, Mel thought. Boys aren’t in season, ripe on trees, or falling from the sky.

A snowflake smiled at her through the window. Then, a pair of long pink ears tapped against her window.....

Christmas Sky

2011-12-15T15:25:00.027-05:00

Hi Skywatchers,

I am happy to share a little holiday magic in NYC. Everything is adorned in lights and decorations as life becomes a little sweeter at Christmastime. Happy Sky Watch!!

Knight (O.S.I.)

2011-12-12T23:34:00.014-05:00

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is knight. This word evokes a fairytale image to me.

I thought of your smile
Your lips
That night
Peeling from
The walls of memory
And your laugh
So full of light
And heart
You at last
Were my knight
Your armor slinks
I sink
In an ocean
Of deep silence
Fade away
From my shore
My only knight

Candle (Acrostic)

2011-12-10T20:56:00.016-05:00

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for Acrostic Only and the theme is candle.

Catching my eyes
A little light
Needs some recognition
Day erases night
Laying aside cares
Every shadow gone

Poinsettia Lips

2011-12-07T21:20:00.007-05:00

Hi all,

Hope you are all enjoying the holiday season. Here is a poem I recently penned.

I thought in poinsettia lips
Their symmetrical red tips
Gazing at the snow
And plucked them all
In my waning mind
He loves me…loves me not
Petals drop in silence
I smile into lights

Sapid (O.S.I.)

2011-12-05T22:09:00.017-05:00

Hi all,

I wrote a pair of haikus for O.S.I. The theme this week is sapid.

You pleased the senses
Teased to taste buds awoken
In bursts of sweetness

I never needed
Life to drop its sweet goodness
You satisfy me

Story in the Sand

2011-12-04T18:32:00.019-05:00

Hi all,

I've written the following short story for It's Thursday. The theme is inspired by the image from Missrockstarr.

The sand resembles me: millions of grains glistening, wild, coming together in the wind. Escapable when you reach out your hands and feel its weight. It is weightless like me. I smile like a diamond when I glance into the sky. The sun is stretched against me and I am full of shiny gems. There are hidden stories beneath me. Tales of treasures, seashells, shovels, worn clothes, jewelry, empty wrappers. They cover me with beach towels and lawn chairs and umbrellas. But I like the naked sun. I am a permanent island that laughs when the tide draws in. The ocean speaks of worlds I will never explore. I am the spot where lovers lay on their backs and play. I dare not utter their secrets. Their love makes me cry and pine. I cannot be loved or held. I sit here and reflect upon the sunset. This canvas is stretched so wide above me but I do not tire of its beauty. I see God Almighty there with His imprint drying. I dreamed the stars aligned and spelled my name. I dreamed in moonbeams and shooting stars in ways that human eyes cannot perceive. And as I wake in sunrise, I let the sand pour through me.

Enjoying the Simple Things

2011-12-02T21:59:00.016-05:00

Hi Skywatchers,

As we approach the New Year, I am reflecting on the simple things and I have learned so much gazing up at the sky.

See before the darkness swims in
Dream before the world fades away
Laugh before the moment passes by

Thanksgiving Leftovers

2011-11-28T21:34:00.015-05:00

Hi all,

I was inspired by Thanksgiving leftovers when I wrote this:

It’s just leftovers
Cold lumpy leftovers
From the Thanksgiving feast
The turkey plucked dry
All his bones pried open
Meat now a bare middle
Sweet potato a little less sweet
Scraped to the bare black bottom
Of a small thinning pot
And the greens less leafy
An unforgiving slippery green river
The biscuits flaking and breaking
All now a crumbled mess

It’s just leftovers
So why now does a frown
Crown itself upon those lips
And tears clear away the table
Missing are the guests of yesteryear
Is it that tender voice you ponder
As you look through age’s yonder
To that smile that dressed and blessed
Served as a dish of gratitude
That made life good and plenty
At last it is memory and love
That remains leftover

A Fool's Paradise (O.S.I.)

2011-11-27T14:47:00.016-05:00

Hi all,

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The inspiring theme this week is A Fool's Paradise:

Youth is a paradise
Of acquaintances and friends
Of rendezvous and romance
Of parties and mirth
Of beauty and thrill

Youth is a paradise
For two
Of sunrise and passion
Of spring and bloom
Of nakedness and games
Of thrills and dates

Youth is a paradise
Of fools
Of shameless lies
Of betrayals
Of doom
Of fights
Of chase
Of risk
Of flight

While age
At last
A sanctuary
An island
Of peace
From youth

Back to Nature

2011-11-26T17:16:00.021-05:00

Hi all,

Happy Saturday! Today I am inspired by the meme over at It's Thursday. The theme is back to nature.

Somewhere the eternal sun laughs. It laughs and amuses itself whether it is alone or in the presence of company. It cannot dim its essence or hide its mirth. It is purely sun, singular and infinite, wide and great in a plump, blue sky.

This is the return to nature, she thought as she travelled along the hard earth. She had left all her possessions along the roadside. Where she was going they were not needed. In her youth, she had loaded herself down with shiny things. She decorated bare flesh in stone and metal. She lavished herself in incense and smeared her face with rouge and dark eyes.

Then it all washed away in the flood. Her life floated down a great river and swallowed everything. It swallowed everything except her soul. There was nothing left to do but return to nature in the naked, laughing sun .

Heart of Gratitude

2011-11-23T23:40:00.007-05:00

Gratitude in the warm sunlight
Laying its head against my sheets
Breathing in another beautiful morning
As a song of Thanksgiving leaps in my heart
Memory of loved ones and friends
Rises before me all smiles
Necessary to give thanks to God
For this most precious life of ours

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Seeking (O.S.I.)

2011-11-21T20:27:00.023-05:00

Hi all,

I am writing this poem for O.S.I. and the theme is seeking.

Intense and full
Two strangers glancing
At a midnight moon
Seeking some intimate exchange
That requires their bodies
To balance the magic

A gentle rawness
Of hands and kisses
And heat
Of hands and kisses
And heat

Then he turns
To say something
Coldness in his breath
In the naked air
Of full beaming light

And the moon
Absorbed in her eyes
Her glistening skin
Blinds the sight
Of her tears

As unspoken words
Seeking to swallow
The night

Urn (Haiku Heights)

2011-11-20T22:21:00.016-05:00

Hi all,

I've written a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is urn.

Burn in morning light
Ashes pour out in the wind
Spirit of the earth

The urn casts shadow
Of memory and love peaks
In a timeless song

Shimmering Fish

2011-11-16T22:23:00.014-05:00

Hi all,

Happy Wednesday! I’ve decided to take a dive and join in the fun meme over at Watery Wednesday. I took these photos a few months back of some shimmering fish at a local mall. Swimming fish resembles art to me!

Hourglass (O.S.I.)

2011-11-14T20:08:00.018-05:00

Hi all,

Here is my latest poem inspired by this week's theme at O.S.I. hourglass:

Man of war
Man of wax
His wife a fixture
In ivory and stone
Dark deceptive
Ebony eyes
While crowds
March and groan

March and groan
March and groan
Through the looking glass
Of lime and stone
Bone of bone
As flesh decays
Wounded red
A single tear

Man of war
Man of wax
On display
At our museum
Through an hourglass
History’s glass
A legacy buried
As patrons pass

Ode to Orange, Brown, and Gold

2011-11-12T22:28:00.014-05:00

This poem is inspired by the beautiful fall trees that greet me on my walks to work.

Spellbinding September
And the plumage of fall
Cascading her golden leaves
Upon my worn brown boots
No shame in our love
Bending towards light
Loving the blackness of night

Stains of orange pumpkin
Tattooed upon our knees
Bobbing for apples
Turning into lips
One last dip of summer
Before fall clothes nakedness
Only the trees are bare now

Foliage drawing nigh
Enlightening our eyes
Serenading the skies
And nature storing
Away her love
For winter

Winter in our bones
In the bareness of trees
Still longing for autumn light
To caress our skin
As love jumps
In a pile of leaves

Sky Watch: All Smiles

2011-11-10T23:27:00.010-05:00

Hi all,

Here is my shot for Sky Watch Friday. This was taken on a recent trip to the Bronx Zoo. All smiles from my friendly stone man. Happy Sky Watch!!

Present & Past: An Intersection

2011-11-08T20:53:00.012-05:00

Hi all,

I'd like to share a short story I wrote about the present and past. Hope you enjoy

The present and past had spotted each other at a long intersection. There were birthdays sandwiched in between colorful cone hats and frosted cakes. There was the occasional child’s tooth floating by. The tooth fairy had forgotten to collect it as it drifted like a white star. There were children who built their sand castles as tall as the heavens. They became lost friends of memory with forgotten names.

There were former lovers with a single rose in their hands. Their faces grew more abstract and vacant. They rose like flames in the moonlight, waltzing silently. A woman dressed in red led them, collecting roses beneath her feet.

There was youth smiling like the sun without care or worry. And the moon had leaned upon it and made the world regard the phenomena.

The present split the crowd for the opportunity to talk to her past. But the past stops for no one, retracing her footsteps, always glancing back.

Birdie (O.S.I.)

2011-11-07T20:35:00.008-05:00

Hi all,

Here is a poem for O.S.I. and the theme is birdie. Hope you enjoy!

Hopeless gaze into the sky
A lonely boy with vacant eyes
Spots a birdie, his alone
A winged friend to follow home

Cheese (Acrostic)

2011-11-05T21:04:00.024-04:00

Hi all,

I am posting this over at Acrostic Only and the theme is cheese. I also wanted to combine this with the meme at The Purple Tree House. Hope you enjoy it!

Cherish those lovely eyes
Heaven is forever pink
Enticing slices of sky
Enduring drops of morning
Sinks into our mouths
Ending full and sweet

Continuous Autumn

2011-11-04T20:32:00.027-04:00

A continuous autumn
Singing and blithe
Colors the trees
Ignites the skies
Clinging to light
Winter’s icy breath
Extinguishes the heart
From a continuous autumn

Happy Sky Watch!

Sunset (O.S.I.)

2011-11-01T20:27:00.013-04:00

Hi all,

I am writing a poem for O.S.I. and the theme this week is sunset. A very inspiring subject!

Sunset begets her daughters
Amarillo, marigold, and bronze
Calls forth her children
Azure, sapphire, indigo
Gathering to her side
Naranja, peach, tangerine
Song in their colors
Lavender, amethyst, dusk
A gift together
All her children
Beaming, pregnant sun

Whispers Of A Girl

2011-10-29T19:37:00.009-04:00

Hi all,

This is a poem I discovered in my notebook a few months back. I'm happy to share with all of you. Have a blessed and happy weekend:

Whispers
Of the girl
I used to be
With quiet eyes
Wishful knowing
Time to grow
My inner longing
Life is slow
Dreams are drowning

Whispers of the girl
I used to be
Fear’s the only monster
I’ll be leaving
I am growing
Determined rowing
To my isles of destiny

Intimate Skies

2011-10-27T20:38:00.013-04:00

Intimate skies
Tell me your secrets
Buried in your hushed winds
As your colors rise

Happy Sky Watch!

Memory, Love, and White Walls

2011-10-25T20:07:00.014-04:00

Hi all,

This is posted for the meme at It’s Thursday. This short story is a bit emotional and raw but the image moved me to write this way.

The walls were white, Lori observed. Her husband had been vacant and blank like them. His eyes were glazed over in a darkened spell. Depression clung to the walls of the naked room.

Lori was fed up with him. The husband with dead eyes. The husband with cold lips. There he lay rotting away in his mind.

She let the memories of him possess her. His hot love withering in the winter of their marriage. His taunt muscles plucked at the bone. His countenance shattered like glass on the floor. Lori tried to glue together pieces of him, to resurrect him from his bed of misery.

The bills mounted. Life had choked up their dreams. Lori flattened her body against the walls. Those cold bare walls…

“I’m going to make you beautiful,” she whispered. She splattered red paint against the walls in confusion and madness. Her palms landed against them harder and harder. She couldn’t stop kicking and screaming.

Red paint now washed over her skin. She was bleeding on the inside, feeling her heart explode and sink into darkness.

Then two arms seized her from behind. Lori froze as she felt his strong heartbeat against her back. His body moved with heat like a slow, crackling fire. He spun her around and studied her dark eyes soften in his. Tears rained down as she spoke.

“You were asleep so long. I thought I had lost you,” Lori whispered. His skin felt like clay in her hands. He could be loved and molded again.

“Baby, I know,” he answered. They bended to the silence and held each other till the walls crumbled and the sunlight danced across their bodies.

Limber Up (O.S.I.)

2011-10-23T22:25:00.012-04:00

Hi all,

I'm in a yoga mindset for this week's poem at O.S.I. The theme is limber up.

From his window view
He glanced up at angels
Their muscles stretching up
Arms circling above
Finding center
In the belly of earth
A perfect symmetry
As incense escaped
Rising as one
From candy colored mats
Beautiful aspiring yogis
Hearts embrace namaste

At A Crossing

2011-10-20T21:20:00.028-04:00

Hi Sky Watchers,

Lately, I've been blessed to see some beautiful skies. Here is one at the crossing gate at my station.

Happy Sky Watch!!

Loons & Fools

2011-10-19T21:03:00.024-04:00

This is a free style poem I was inspired to write today. Hope you enjoy!

Loons and fools
They go together~I guess
If it's all the same to you
I will play a fool
On the edge of darkness
Waiting for your luminous smile to spread

Some profess themselves to be wise
Not I
I am young drifting in wide sky
The creatures they preach
And God speaks
I have but a small place in this life

The loons and fools
They go together~I guess
And confess their thoughts and dreams
Somehow we all coalesce

Vibrant (Haiku)

2011-10-17T21:45:00.019-04:00

Hi all,

I've written a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights using the 3-5-3 format. Hope you enjoy!!

Shadows now
Chasing as mirrors
Perfect sun

In your eyes
The world beams your love
Fully mine

Blinding Beautiful Light

2011-10-14T22:04:00.020-04:00

My heart
Gravitates
To the blinding
Beautiful light
Of the sun

Happy Sky Watch!!

Impossible (Haiku)

2011-10-11T21:03:00.026-04:00

Hi all,

I'm writing a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights and the theme is impossible.

The eyes can dream but
A wingless man shall never
Soar as birds in flight

Dreamer aspire more
To be as one with visions
And live on pure faith

O.S.I. (River)

2011-10-09T20:23:00.014-04:00

Happy Sunday all!

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is river.

A gift
In this river
Of tears
Falling against
My cheeks

Don’t weep
For me
I’ve watered
My garden
In a river
Of tears

Smile breaks
The mighty deep
Pure joy
Jumping in
A river
Of tears

Orchestra of Blue

2011-10-06T22:04:00.018-04:00

Orchestra of blue
Musical dance with clouds
An endless symphony

Happy Sky Watch

Fright!!

2011-10-05T23:28:00.024-04:00

Hi all,

I am starting a bit of October Fright at Acrostic Only. Hope you enjoy!

Full of October spells
Rousing from graveyard’s bed
Ignoring the lurking dark
Giddy with yellow eyes
Haunting growl of beast
Time for human feast

Language (O.S.I.)

2011-10-03T22:01:00.011-04:00

Hi all,

I've reached 500 posts!! Thanks for all the visits, readers, and kind comments on my site. Blogging has stretched my writing and imagination in so many ways. I am truly grateful and blessed to have a forum to express my joy of writing.

I'm happy to share today's poem with O.S.I. The theme this week is language.

In the tongue
Of calling birds
Swaying trees
And crunching leaves

In the dialect
Of morning hymns
Spiritual chants
A happy dance

In the whisper
Of holding hands
Releasing lips
And parting home

I endeavor
To take up
The language
Of your soul

The Bubble Squad

2011-10-02T16:10:00.019-04:00

Hi all,

Happy October. To begin this month’s posts, I chose the short story prompt over at Bluebell Books. The image is inspired by Charlottes Fancy. I hope you enjoy the child's play in this piece.

Kent couldn’t take his eyes off of bubbles. They had this radioactive glow in sunlight. He watched them until they burst onto pavement. It took the shape of our summer: one beautiful, brief burst.

“Man, we’re too old for this crap,” Matt declared. He cocked his Cubs hat sideways. “Kent, quit staring at those bubbles. Ya big dummy!” He started snapping his fingers in Kent’s face but Kent wouldn’t budge. He was content in the land of bubbles.

“I think the sun fried his brains,” I sighed. Hannah didn’t listen to us complaining. She found the simple joy of summer pursing her lips and releasing her bubbles into the wind. And Kent was her lone but eager spectator.

“Ah hell, I’m a man amongst boys,” Matt spat and he slung his ball from view. “Seriously, don’t you guys wanna play catch? You know I need practice for the JV squad.”

“Nah, I like watching Kent drool,” I laughed.

“Hey, it’s the Bubble Squad,” Sandy shouted. She and Tiffany sped their bikes around the corner to taunt us. I turned to face nasty, no-good Sandy. But she was suddenly charming with that Kool-Aid red dye in her hair. Her cheeks were flushed with a special summer glow.

“Yea, it’s the Bubble Squad. You guys suck,” Tiffany taunted. The insult was enough to wake Kent form his stupor.

“Get lost girls,” Matt threatened and he raised his left fist at Sandy.

“I’d like to see you try it,” she fired back. Sandy was a few inches taller than Matt with her mean, bulldog smile. I felt giddy staring into her cold, heartless eyes. It was the beginning of love and madness.

“Let’s be mature about this guys.” My old man had said something like that before. I gave Sandy a sloppy grin and winked at her. She shot me a dirty look before speeding away on her bike. Tiffany reluctantly followed after her.

“Why did you defend Psycho Sandy,” Matt snapped. “Are you in love, doofus?” I could feel my face turning beet red. “Lay off the girls. They’re poison,” he laughed. He shared a smile with me and ruffled my hair.

We felt the first autumn wind brush against our faces as the bubbles, girls, and baseball drifted away in the final days of summer.

Beautiful Sun

2011-09-29T20:39:00.015-04:00

Snapping these photos, I am reminded of the simple joy and blessing of a beautiful sun. Happy Sky Watch all!!

Deep Autumn Sleep

2011-09-28T21:07:00.014-04:00

Hi all,

Today I am free styling and posting an original poem I recently penned. Hope you enjoy!

I was asleep when
The autumn winds
Blew away
The world I’d known
And the trees
They bronzed themselves
With leaves of yellow gold
One lap around the clouds
Blue sky upon my back
Ripe apple against my lips
Crunch of fallen leaves beneath me
Dreams christened in colorful sun
I drift in autumn’s spell deeply

Charm (Haiku)

2011-09-27T21:46:00.023-04:00

Hi all,

I am writing a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is charm.

A frequent giver
Of smiles~little notes written
In candy sweet bites

I pass you smiling
Bites of your warmth and sunshine
Charm the inner me

Amuse (O.S.I.)

2011-09-25T21:07:00.028-04:00

Hi all,

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is amuse.

It doesn’t lie in your belly
Or cease on your lips
But it grows with a generous laugh
And leans against me with a playful kiss
It rises up like waves in morning
As it shimmers in sun rays
And glistens like dew in summer grass
You’ve built a house of mirth
A place of memory, light, and laughs

Ripples In the Sky

2011-09-22T21:48:00.025-04:00

Ripples in the sky
Passing slowly by
May I float on endlessly

Happy Sky Watch All!!

Haste (Acrostic)

2011-09-21T22:41:00.031-04:00

Hi all,

I am writing this poem for Acrostic Only. This poem evokes one man’s haste to find love. Hope you enjoy!

How your thoughts turn
Attempt to kiss me
Seek your other love
Try her red lips
Empty quick and sweet

Feather (Haiku)

2011-09-19T22:37:00.018-04:00

Hi all,

I am writing a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is feather.

Could you be ever
Lighter and follow the wind
As feathers off course

If the heavy heart
Sheds her old feathers she shall
Discover new love

Betrayal (O.S.I.)

2011-09-18T22:06:00.015-04:00

Hi all,

Tonight’s piece is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is betrayal.

He is perched
Along the rooftop
In tribute
To his friend
Though his eyes
Have betrayed
The memory
Of her beauty

He is present
In the scent of summer
In the rouge of fall
In whispers through grass
In the song of the breeze
As it passes through his wings

Though the days
And the age
Of his memory
Betrays her beauty

Waves of Happiness

2011-09-14T21:41:00.006-04:00

Hi all,

Here is a freestyle poem I’ve recently penned. Hope you enjoy!

Here the waves delight you
They rise with an infectious laugh
Find yourself swimming in the bare blue
And glide upon the surface of its smile
Beguiled by the currents of beauty
Lose yourself in its sapphire eyes
As the waves pass in perfect happiness

Notebook (O.S.I.)

2011-09-12T22:15:00.013-04:00

Hi all,

I've written the following poem for O.S.I. The theme this week is notebook.

I comb my thoughts upon this page
And turn it over on its back
As syllables rise and thoughts escape
I tattoo them on my notebook’s face

I dare not let a soul resurrect
The emotions that my heart has kept
No prying hands to open up
In secret do I bury my thoughts

In Remembrance 09.11

2011-09-10T23:40:00.050-04:00

Hi all,

Today, I visited a 09.11 Memorial honoring the victims and the brave men and women who sacrificed their lives on that tragic day. Tomorrow will mark the 10th Anniversary.

The image above is a panel that belonged to the FDNY Ladder 3 who were among the brave responders that evacuated victims from the North Tower.

Here is an image of the Memorial Wall that was created by the victim’s families shortly after 9-11

In remembrance
One nation unfurls
Red, white, and blue
For those we lost
Prayer and hope lights
A glorious path
In unity and love

A Magician’s Lens

2011-09-09T22:07:00.027-04:00

Hi Skywatchers,

I’m sharing two sunny skies for this week’s sky watch. The first is the sun in all its natural glory. For the second shot, I used a special photo effect. I am learning the art of the magician’s lens. Happy Sky Watch!!

Born to Run

2011-09-06T23:07:00.020-04:00

Hi all,

I'm writing the following short story for Thursday Tales. The image above is inspired by Londonladiie.

The thrill of spring tantalized Drew’s nostrils. He ran his fingers through the fresh, cut grass. He had that jittery, butterfly feeling down in his belly, which made him laugh. It was the first game of the season.

He raised his starch, white uniform over his head. He took pride in the team logo and the large C for captain pressed against his heart.

He remembered when his head hung low and tears stung his eyes. The taste of blood and mud still lingered in his mouth. He was inconsolable after the match.

Drew had shut everyone out. He couldn’t look his girlfriend in the eyes. He had distanced himself from his family. Life became one dark, cruel hole that consumed him.

One evening, an old friend stopped by for a visit. He too was shaken, distraught, and filled with grief.

“My boy…my boy’s been in an accident,” he sobbed. “The doctors say he may never walk again.”

“That’s awful,” Drew sighed. The news weighed down on him heavily.

“They’re telling me you’re going to quit soccer,” his friend spoke solemnly. “Is it true?”

“God knows I’ve been in pain. I just keep running over that play over and over again. Look at me Joe,” Drew shouted. He scratched his grizzly beard and his uncombed hair. “I barely move from this chair. I don’t take phone calls. I’m a mess.”

“Yea, I can see that,” Joe nodded. “Why did you let me come over?”

“I knew you’d just sit there and listen,” Drew answered. “I don’t need any lectures or pep talk.”

“I can’t talk you out of quitting. But I’d like to ask a favor of you.”

“Anything Joe. What is it?” Drew felt himself sobering up and taking in life again.

“Play for my boy, Drew. With the accident, the doctors don’t think…” and his voice trailed off. Drew filled in the silence.

“I’ll play for him,” he resolved. “I’ll be his legs on the field.”

Joe’s son gave Drew a renewed sense of purpose. He carried the boy in his heart with every drill and practice. He felt the ice in his heart melt as winter turned to spring.

On game day, Drew trotted onto the field and gazed up at the row of spectators. He caught Joe’s eye and spotted his son beside him. Drew welled up with pride as he gathered in a huddle with his teammates. The breeze grazed his chin. As he sprinted, he felt his leg muscles pump blood. He wasn’t running alone. The world felt right again.

Weeds (O.S.I.)

2011-09-05T21:14:00.014-04:00

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. and the theme this week is weeds.

She planted thoughts
In his head
Which made him laugh
A rose
In a world
Full of weeds

Simply Snickers & Labor Day

2011-09-04T23:38:00.024-04:00

Hi All,

I am posting this for Simply Snickers and Labor Day. The words are labor, lies, life, linger, and love.

Laboring by moonlight
Or candlelight
Under the blazing sun
Or the silvery moon

Life’s distant smile
Bares your face
Can it erase
The lies you’ve chased

To discover what you love
On the wings of a dove
At the tip of your spoon
Crying out to the moon

Linger in prayer
Swept up in your hair
Dreams of the future
A labor of love

The Joy of Light!!

2011-09-01T20:49:00.021-04:00

Hi all,

I am so thankful for electricity and being able to blog again!! I was without power for several days after Hurricane Irene hit the East Coast. I am back just in time for Sky Watch. I have come to love the natural light that graces our horizon every morning.

Happy Sky Watch!!

The Storm (Lanturne)

2011-08-27T20:13:00.008-04:00

As the hurricane braces the East Coast, I will think of the sky on peaceful days. I hope everyone stays safe!

Sun
Rises
Through the storm
A peaceful lull
Soothes

A Slice of the Country

2011-08-24T21:17:00.020-04:00

Hi bloggers,

A fellow blogger introduced me to a short story slam over at Bluebell Books. Here is my story based on the beautiful image above.

The wheat fields flirted with Sandra’s bare legs. They were tall and dressed in summer gold. The wind made her dress rise and salute. It was enough for Bobby to catch a glimpse of her britches.
“Nice legs,” he whistled. Sandra turned around red as a tomato.

“I knew you’d be spying on me,” she answered catching the hem of her skirt.

“Uh, don’t be mad at me,” he laughed. “The wind was playing tricks on you. Take your beef with him.”

“I swear you’re like my shadow,” Sandra answered slowly. “How’d you know I’d be out here?” Bobby reached out his arms from where he was standing. Sandra instinctively buried her head in his chest.

She had traded in the city life for a slice of the country, where the sky was rich and tasty as blueberry pie. Where the stars winked hello as she laid her back beneath the heavenly deep. Where the birds called to her from their nests. Where the cows mooed morning gossip. Where the rooster made the sunrise.

Sandra looked up into Bobby’s eyes. They were dark and full as storm clouds. She could sniff country rain on his skin.

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye. That ain’t fair,” he spoke sternly.

“I ain’t got no southern manners,” she laughed with a drawl.

“Yea, you’re still a city snob,” Bobby smiled. He leaned in close and gazed into her eyes.

Sandra felt her cheeks grow as red as apples. She threw Bobby back with one great shove.

“Look me up in the city,” Sandra shouted. She could no longer mask her tears and quickly turned to walk away. She felt the sunset against her back bathing her in a river of colors. She vowed to stop wearing overalls but couldn’t part with her suede cowboy boots.

Obsession (O.S.I.)

2011-08-22T22:58:00.012-04:00

Hi all,

This week's theme at O.S.I. is obsession. Here is my poem:

I look for love
Between those eyes
This obsessive nature
Of mine
Won’t have me quit
Until I die
My heart consumed
I look for love
Between those eyes

A Sunday Verse

2011-08-21T22:45:00.013-04:00

Hi all,

Hope you all had a wonderful Sunday. I am inspired today by a pair of verses in Psalm 104:

Who cover Yourself with light as with a garment, who stretch out the heavens like a curtain. He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters, who makes the clouds His chariot, who walks on the wings of the wind.

Sea (Haiku)

2011-08-20T11:06:00.013-04:00

Hi all,

Happy Saturday!! This haiku is inspired by Acrostic Only.

Sown into blue depths
Empty in the shallow eves
And the waves recede

Carnival of Lights

2011-08-16T23:14:00.020-04:00

Hi all,

The following story is written for Thursday Tales. The inspiring image comes from NineteenCID.

He called my name through the whir of carnival lights. The air smelled of cotton candy and popcorn. He wrapped his arms around me like a sweater. The brisk, autumn air kissed my cheeks.

“Let’s take a ride on those swings,” he smiled. He put his fingers through mine and lifted my hand into the air. When he touched me, I could feel butterflies rise in my stomach. I laughed like a school girl.

We stood in line stealing kisses when I noticed a proposal strung up in neon lights: Will you marry me?

“Who’s the lucky girl,” I laughed, glancing into his dancing eyes.

“I’m looking at her,” he smiled slyly. I fell back in surprise and my mouth flew open. This tipsy, giddy feeling swept over me. His body was the only thing keeping me up.

“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered. My quivering lips met his with the answer.

“Just say yes,” he whispered. He knelt carrying a velvet box. My eyes welled up in surprising joy as I hung my arms around his neck.

I felt young, barely five, when I rode with a giddy grin in the carnival of lights.

Silence (O.S.I.)

2011-08-15T21:49:00.020-04:00

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is silence.

Music and praise
In the glorious sun
The trees exhaling
In August light

Serenading birds
Beating their wings
Church windows wide
Choir voices melt
Psalms singing sweetly

On the street corner
Girls turning ropes
Rhythm on pavement
Bodies rise and jump

Alone in my thoughts
Winding quiet path
A humbling prayer
For this gift of silence

Angel (Acrostic)

2011-08-13T21:37:00.010-04:00

Hi all,

The following poem is written for Acrostic Only. The word I've chosen is angel.

At the edge
Needing a confidant
Grow giant wings
Extend your hands
Learn to fly

Dreaming In Night Sky

2011-08-11T23:55:00.008-04:00

Dreaming into night sky
The city slinks
Into a gown
Of shimmering lights

Happy Sky Watch!!

Friendship (Haiku)

2011-08-08T22:30:00.013-04:00

Hi all,

Here are a pair of haikus written for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is friendship.

We were strangers till
You smiled and asked for my name
An endless friendship

Our thoughts become one
We say little when we smile
Two souls sing akin

One Second Of Fortune

2011-08-06T16:17:00.028-04:00

Hi all,

I am writing the following short story for Thursday Tales. The inspiring image is Aame at A Buzzing Mind... and a Passionate Heart.

Lee glanced down at the black under his fingernails. He could feel dirt and sweat collecting against his brow. His clothes reeked of hot, August suns in city garbage dumps. He couldn't remember the last time he bathed. He fantasized about taking a dive into that cold, glass of water on the table.

He was situated in a diner with black and white checkered floors and pretty, pastel paintings along the walls. The patrons turned up their noses and looked away. He disgusted them. He understood and kept his head down.

His mouth watered as he perused the menu. He watched an invisible plate grow with a mountain of golden pancakes, a river of strawberry and butter floating down his belly. He couldn’t recall the last time he had eaten. The pockets in his jeans were worn away and full of holes. He didn’t have any money.

A young girl with baby doll eyes and pink, pouty lips walked to his table. She had a crisp, white apron around her waist. He hadn’t loved a woman in a long time.

“May I take your order, sir?” There was an anxious quiver in her voice.

“What do you recommend miss,” Lee answered coolly. His dirty smile was not reassuring.

“People like the American style burger. We also have a special on all-you-can-eat flapjacks.”

“That sounds good. I’ll take the flap jacks.” Lee closed the menu and handed it over to the waitress. She reluctantly took the menu and bowed out silently.

Lee had his fill of flapjacks, devouring a mountaintop of buttery pancakes. Nearby, patrons ogled at the man with no stomach.

Then, the waitress turned her heels on him with a sheepish smile. She laid her tiny fingers on the table with a note. He had hoped it would be her number. Instead, it was a bill he couldn’t pay for.

He glanced at the counter top ahead of him where a man, dressed in a business suit, vacated his seat. Several bills were laid out next to the tip jar. The waitress was out of view and the patrons were too engrossed in conversation to notice him.

Calculating his moves, Lee stood and approached the counter top. He came within inches of the money when a man cleared his throat behind him.

The man in the suit had returned. His eyes were a brilliant blue; his blonde hair was slicked back. He fidgeted with his cuff links and glanced at the watch on his right wrist. He acknowledged Lee with a slight smile.

“You don’t want to take that,” he advised. “There’s a limit to that money. Fast money dries up pretty fast.” He leaned against the table and blocked Lee’s path. Lee feared the man might arrest him. After a moment of silence, the man laughed hard.

“Hey, don’t worry! I won’t give you away. I was in your shoes not too long ago.”

“What did you do,” Lee whispered. He was embarrassed to be seen this way in front of a business man.

“I got myself a job and cleaned up,” he smiled. “Money is easy to find when you aren’t looking for it. Take the money, man. You need it.”

Lee didn’t hesitate and grabbed the money on the counter. When Lee turned to thank the man, he was gone.

Lee smiled at his good fortune, paid the bill, and gave a generous tip to the girl with baby doll eyes.

B & W With A Splash of Color

2011-08-05T10:02:00.036-04:00

Hi Skywatchers,

Here is a view of the old world in black and white. I have stepped into another time and place. The old world has a million stories to tell. I lean back and listen.

Then, a splash of color makes everything new and inviting. The new world dazzles me in art and splendor. I recognize friends who speak the same language. I am finally home.

Happy Sky Watch!!

Confession (Haiku)

2011-08-02T21:15:00.010-04:00

Hi all,

Here are a pair of haikus written for Haiku Heights. The theme is confession.

When did the love stop
Why did the heart cease to beat
Broken in pieces

Lips reveal slowly
Answer in sorrow’s slow song
Life’s cruel confession

O.S.I.: Uncomfortable

2011-07-31T21:00:00.016-04:00

Hi all,

This week's theme at O.S.I. is uncomfortable. Here is my take:

Willing to smile in a place unfamiliar to myself
To extend my hand beyond what is required
To listen and laugh even when I am tired
To love even in the midst of pain
To dance in the falling rain
To stretch beyond the comfort of my walls
To answer when the world calls

Soft Setting Sun

2011-07-29T21:48:00.016-04:00

Gazing out
Drifting in the
Soft setting sun

Happy Sky Watch!!

Nine Lives (Short Story)

2011-07-27T22:26:00.010-04:00

Hi all,

It has been awhile since I've posted a short story. I'd like to share a new story I wrote today. I hope you enjoy it. This is a prompt at Acrostic Only.

Now and then, the old man with yellow eyes appeared from a vacant window. He lit the bud of his cigarette into the dark night. The moon exposed his silvery whiskers. His lips drew open but he never spoke.

Ira and I threw jagged rocks at the man. He hissed and cursed at us. The yellow in his eyes grew violent and red. He jumped out the window and chased our shadows. Our legs stretched beneath the starry night. We do not look back.

Nana scolds us when we reach the porch of our house. She rocks in her chair silently with her head bowed down. “Why do you torture the man with nine lives,” she says. “You should pity him. He has no companions in this world.”

Earth has many secrets but I shall tell you this once. There was a black cat abandoned when he was a wee kitten. He became a companion of the night and traveled everywhere with the moon. One day, the cat veered off course and onto a busy road. He was struck by a car without warning.

Life claimed it as its own, but the night mourned its little friend. Night heard the cat’s dying plea for life. The cat asked night to grant him nine lives.

In Nana’s eyes, I watch tears well up like a fountain, full and visible beneath the moon. “Ah, this part of the story makes me weep,” she sobbed.

Vainly, night sought to help and save the cat. But no one would open their door. Only screams of the cat echoed from the road.

Eternity opened her arms to the cat, but he refused such a fate. He summoned the courage to run away, and he was chased to the four corners of the world. Alas, Eternity looked but he alluded her.

Some say the cat of nine lives took on the form of a man. There he gazes longingly into night’s face.” Nana finishes her tale and looks at Ira and I with deep angst. “Take the plate of food on the table and offer it to him,” she said. “He likes to have company when he eats.” We obey silently and journey out into the quiet night.

Need (O.S.I)

2011-07-25T21:19:00.009-04:00

Hi all,

Here is a new poem for O.S.I. This week's theme is need.

Bears need honey like I need you
A pot of sweetness when I'm feeling blue
Golden joy sweetened by your smile
That lasts from sun up to sun down

Earth needs sun like I need you
The light of dawn to chase the moon
A wash of sunbeam in your glance
That fills my heart with pure romance

Reason (Acrostic)

2011-07-23T13:12:00.010-04:00

I believe every thing in life happens for a reason. This is the inspiration for this acrostic.

Right or wrong
Every moment possesses
A better answer
Summoning new courage
Onward we face
Now seek change

Sun's Reflection

2011-07-21T22:13:00.012-04:00

The sun beams
In its own reflection
Laughs at its shimmering face

View other lovely skies here.
Happy Sky Watch!!

Strings in Three Haikus

2011-07-18T20:20:00.008-04:00

Hi all,

I have written three haikus for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is strings.

May I take your strings
Unravel them from each hook
Pry open your heart

Almost free of strings
Bid the world a last goodbye
A home in the sky

Down the string of love
How you swing with joy to me
Open wide my heart

Lessons End to End

2011-07-17T23:07:00.014-04:00

Happy Sunday all,

Here is a free style poem I wrote when reflecting on life's lessons and what they teach us:

All the lessons
End to end
They extend themselves
Hands uplifted
I recognized not
The love between
The lessons
End to end
Nurturing me

Beautiful Beaches

2011-07-14T22:44:00.025-04:00

Hi all,

Happy Sky Watch! Here are some photos of my wonderful time at Miami Beach.

You can check out other amazing skies here

Haiku Heights: Infatuation

2011-07-12T22:36:00.012-04:00

Hi all,

I wrote a pair of haikus for Haiku Heights. This week's theme is infatuation.

Glancing at her face
The moon and stars beaming back
His own masterpiece

He craves the canvas
Of heaven and earth and time
To paint its beauty

Respect (O.S.I.)

2011-07-10T18:59:00.012-04:00

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is respect. I felt inspired to write a poem that expresses inner strength and self esteem.

These things torn in two
Thank yous were missed and few
Friendship stayed away for a while
And the heavens were somber and blue
Love grew distant and dissipated
Time became a silent prison
Destiny’s smile slowly waned
Only self respect remained

When tomorrow unclenches her hand
And morning smiles in sweet surprise
Lift the head and let the rain in
Prayer is always sweeter in sunrise
Light always gives greater joy
As strength extends both hands
Respect what God has given and will give
Life will release its gifts and promise

Crater (O.S.I.)

2011-07-06T21:38:00.007-04:00

Hi all,

I am late posting but nonetheless inspired by this week's prompt at O.S.I.

Dipped in white
A stunning moon
Swims about
The galaxy

Its immensity
Engulfs the universe
By its splendor

Craters are beauty marks
Endless and deep
Its history hidden

Find a space
Mark your place
On the moon

Spectacular Sky

2011-07-04T23:49:00.012-04:00

Hope you all had a spectacular 4th of July!!

Spectacular sky
Crackles with light
Dazzles the eyes
Fireworks explode
With shimmering joy
Putting smiles on the faces
Of every girl and boy

Beguiling Gardens

2011-06-30T21:00:00.017-04:00

Hi Sky Watchers,

I’d like to share some more beautiful photos from my time in Miami. On display is the visually stunning and picturesque Vizcaya Museum and Gardens. Let your eyes wander on rich, manicured lawns, spiral stone statues, and drift away into an enchanted world.

Ode to Fedora

2011-06-28T21:32:00.010-04:00

Hi all,

This poem is written in honor of my lovely fedora. It is a fixture upon my head in my profile pick. I find it very inspiring. Hope you enjoy my ode poem :)

You suit me with that wide brim curve
Hanging like a sail in the world
You suit me with your plush felt
Kissing velvet against the mouth
You suit me like wine gliding down my body
Riding the waves and shadows of darkness
You suit me like a glove worn tight
Tugging each finger into the hours of daylight
You suit me like the wail of brass and saxophone
Coiling from the embers of a sultry note
You suit me in that fresh taste of love
Bringing to mind the intimate sounds of a dove

You suit me
You move me
When I wear you
I am the muse
The Mona Lisa
Of plum and rose exhumed

Quench (Haiku)

2011-06-26T00:24:00.009-04:00

Hi all,

Here are a pair of haikus written for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is quench. Hope you enjoy.

Drench in water…bathe
Satisfy dry yesterdays
Joy in rivers deep

Lips quenched by the rain
Dew drops cascade as blue dreams
Wake in heaven’s stream

O.S.I.: Wind

2011-06-21T20:51:00.023-04:00

Hi all,

This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is wind.

What do you seek
The surprise of sunrise
Brushing against your cheek

What do you seek
The love of another
Another heart to discover

What do you seek
A push in the wind
For happiness to break in

What do you seek

In Daddy's Arms

2011-06-19T13:14:00.010-04:00

Thursday Tales features an inspiring and beautiful image for Father’s Day. The artist is Jim from DevianArt.

In daddy’s arms, little Robert drops his brown eyes into his chest. Daddy’s heart patters steady and strong like a beating drum. As daddy’s lips touches the crown of his little head, he hums a song. He sings of a world of little boys on grand adventures out to sea. He sings Robert across the ocean, past the moon, and uncharted seas. He sings of fairy tales and friendly creatures, unusual and rare. He sings of sky in all shimmering hues, and Robert catches a glimpse of heaven. In daddy’s arms, little Robert fits snugly like a glove. In daddy’s arms, Robert feels unmeasured love.

Miami Sky I

2011-06-16T23:04:00.027-04:00

While traveling to Miami, I was enthralled by the engaging view outside my plane window. The heavenly skies were infinitely beautiful, rich, and vast. All the earthly things floated away as the plane soared higher. I took so many photos on this trip that I’ll have enough to last me several Sky Watch entries. To be continued….

Guest (Acrostic Only)

2011-06-15T21:27:00.007-04:00

Hi all,

This poem is written for Acrostic Only. I envisioned a charming character who always travels light.

Go on
Unearth your
Easy laugh
Stealing kisses
Travel light