Poetry A-Z: D is For

Dangerous
Dreams
Dolefully
Dissecting
Dire
Desires
Diamonds
Dancing
Demanding
Dissidence

Sky Watch Friday: Giant Wings

These photos were taken over the Hudson last weekend. One cloud in the sky reminded me of a giant wing and looked particularly ethereal to me.

Giant wings

Soaring in

Blue skies

Cast shadows

On the world below

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Adventures With Cecelia and Kim (Pt II)

A few months back, I posted the crazy adventure of my friend "Kim" and I on our trip to the art exhibit. Our latest adventures took us up the Hudson and in the beautiful town of Irvington. The view of the Hudson is so exquisite you forget you are in New York.

On Sunday, we visited the home of Washington Irving, credited as being the first author to make a career in writing. His most notable works include Rip Van Winkle, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and A History of New York. In addition to being a literary treasure, Irving was well travelled, owned thousands of book in his library collection, and loved to dance (my favorite part). We visited his home in Sunnyside. It is so intriguing to see how people lived in the early history of our country. For anyone interested in visiting this area of New York, you can check out http://www.hudsonvalley.org/.

Of course a bit of folly and fun capped off the trip. Until next time Kim...

XOX Cecelia

Man on the Rocks

This week's Simply Snicker's challenge includes the words bare, bark, and beside. The accompanying painting is Caspar David Friedrich's Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog. His painting is quite vivid and lovely. Much thanks to Linda. For some reason, the painting made me think of something somber.

Man on the rocks

Overlooking

Ominous rocks

Bare soul

Beats against the breeze

Tormented mind

Barks back in the dark

Looming are the sharks

Beside the still rocks

Pitter patter goes his heart

Peace be still

He whispered to the fog

Waves swallowing hard

Broke his soul in shards

Time is the sea

Rising, falling

Against the breeze

Sky Watch Friday: Rush Hour

These photos are a compilation of commuter shots on the train rides home. I really wish I lived somewhere more exotic. You can catch a glimpse of the sky and the trains passing by.

Rush hour

Faces sour

Footsteps scurry

Crowds hurry

Clouds lounging

In sapphire skies

Gazing on the world below

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Blue (For O.S.I.)

This is my first attempt at O.S.I. Blue is my favorite color so I was drawn to this subject.

Blue is me
Cascading like rain
Blue stained
Blueberries
Bleeding on
Blue boots
Bouncing in
Blue puddles

Bubble baths
Splash blue
Against blue tiles
Blue dreams
Bloated bellies
Bursting with
Blueberry pies

Blue tongue
Blue tart
Blue gum
Blue lips
Sweet to kiss

Blue rippling
Reclining on seas
Blue hanging
In the firmament
Like a canopy

Blue casting a line
In blue tides
Gaping at the
Blue moon
Dipping his
Icy spoon

Blue world
Blue like my jeans
Worn at the knees
Blue like me

Writing in the Dark

To write with a degree of conviction, passion, and heart, is sometimes the most difficult thing to do. But it is the most necessary and important part of a writer's life.

In the darkness, in the middle of the night, when sleep fails me, I think of my life. I think of my legacy. I think on what I have done and what I have not done. I wonder on that final day, when I give my account to God, what will I say? What good things could I utter about my life? Since I was young, I feared missing God. I was afraid He would not accept me. I am afraid I've missed the mark. Day after day without end. So far away and so distant. Will I ever reach the shores of eternal life? What makes others so certain they will make it? When I see them, I am in awe. Perhaps God is with them.

I bow my head and pray for mercy each night. I have no assurance. I am not sure if I am swimming closer to the light or drowning in darkness. This terrifies me as I try to sleep. There is little sleep when I lay in judgment of myself. And yet, the hope that He still loves me, wills me evermore. And I am blessed to see the sunrise again. The daylight melts away all darkness. The opportunity to start anew is the greatest gift. New life begins each morning.