quiet grey shadows

their stare seems as if it were a foreign land, rustic coats wearing in dark and cold.

jumping children, light surrounding.....light enveloping, new and different and dangerous, but silly, children playing in spheres of white.

as wild grasses play under the tall, sleepy trees, i remember looking at the green, beautiful leaves and thinking they were perfect. they were happy and giggling.

a princess, playing in a play, pouring shakespeare from a dream.

winter and bears, cotton horses and water rippling with beams and glistenings.

winter and windows and light and memories.

and grey shadows, quiet

grey

shadows 

by me

pictures from:

mia e goransson
http://www.leonpapa.tumblr.com/
http://www.hyena-in-petticoats.blogspot.com/
i love black & white blog
http://www.petrabindel.blogspot.com/
http://www.pearls-and-emptey-rooms.tumblr.com/
happily surprised blog
http://www.grangedecharme.canalblog.com/
teistmoodimarika

i hope you are having a beautiful, lovely day. and that you can find a place where it is quiet and pretty. what are you going to do today? sundays are always so peaceful.....like entering an empty, lovely room and wondering what to do with it. what do you do on sundays?

debbie

diving down through black water......

diving down through black water to find the pearl

the pearl,

a glowing bit of heaven, lost and sorrowing over it's fall to earth

and yet in it's circular shape,

it is filled with a beautiful silkiness, a softness as if just born.

diving down through black water, my soul is the light that guides me.

without light

through the black water, i see nothing, but i know there is more, i know

below there will be the beauty of the sea.....the etchings of lacelike corral, the color

of radiant starfish laying as if asleep on ancient stones

and the silence of gentle seahorses

waiting for the current to carry them along.

i wish i could be every person in me.......

a shy but boisterous person, sometimes, welcoming the world with great glee and gladness......

i am still a child

searching

for

something.......i always find it when it's beautiful spirit flutters around my heart and tells me i am home.

a butterfly,

a snowdrop

a trail that is traveled with quiet joy

i remember so much from the world before this.......

so much beauty

so many things to smile about, so much time.....

if i could be everyone that is within me, each person who waits to be heard,

perhaps i could do something very special in the world

perhaps i could help people

cherish things

open hearts to see the beauty.

i wish i could be.......

every person who i love and admire

every beautiful thing in this world......

i want to live by the sea......

the wind finds it's way to the corner of the winter cove,

little swallows quietly sleeping in a lovely tree......

i walk past a fallen house.....it's driftwood walls echo of laughter and stories and long, wondering gazes as children run along the shore.

where did the sun go? waiting for a brighter day, we see a ship in the horizon and talk about long journeys and sleeping dreams.

what will the snow bring this winter? a stark and cold day, we long for the sun of summer again.

summer is as if the world is turned upside down and all the frozen memories fall into the sea.

little birds and hidden drafts of wind

I wrote poetry for years but haven't written anything for quite a while. here is a short poem I wrote recently.

The photos above are so beautiful.....from different books I have been enjoying lately.

silk and ribbons, quiet egrets, little children and flowers waving in a hidden draft of wind.

waiting.....wonder wonder.

what is the answer?

pink sky and dancing birds, falling in hidden drafts of wind.

a flock of ancient birds.

a vow, a hinted smile, a walking mile, a bell treating the hidden drafts of wind, that singly walk a mile.

egrets, crows and all ancient birds whose language we do not know, will someday talk with us

someday.

I wish all life were as beautiful and lovely as all this......

sweet is the color of blue, as pink and yellow flutter like birds and tiny ants,

the lilting of the garden, the memories that waltz back to the quiet place of dreams.....

someday, these will all be lovely again, like a sacred, precious letter that is lost for a hundred years, to suddenly return with a quiet voice and language.

yes, said the single flower

yes, sang the bird

yes to the beauty that is found, forgotten on the quiet forest floor, yes, life is as beautiful as you see.

here it all is, inside your heart, waiting to close your eyes and read to you from

the oldest

book

in

the

world.