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previously featured at freelance writing cafe:
for florida: the panther in the trees
there is a rustle in the air
like curtains being drawn on a still morning
a small white ribbon of ibis
scatter through overgrown cypress
mossy stones crowd brackish water
with silver fish that dart around ancient
lily pad leaves turtles bask in late afternoon sun
and all around life is humming
as locusts chant their urgent melody
there is a slight balmy breeze that carries
a familiar scent a message for the creatures in this scene
the florida panther our queen is on the prowl
and she is very hungry
for florida: seeking & all the waves
we seek shelter under heaven's embrace
a quest for survival as the sky offers us rain
we walk upon soil filled with nourishment
a questionable hunger as the earth sustains
cathedral crests line charcoal skies
on each wave an extension
of thought, word, intention
strumming over peaks and valleys
each wave carves a destination
ripples of sound carry across
in shallow waters we float alone
the depths we journey to fortitude
a connection to the currents
through a transparent bond
each wave creates a promise
gathering strength to carry us home
tennessee
the warm comforting
smell of aloe in the summertime
her warm comforted embrace
made me feel at peace
she often visited exotic places
to return to a sanctuary of her own
an artisan in the kitchen creating
joy with old fashioned treats
the brightest eyes, the kindest heart
I've ever known your love
a sacred souvenir I've held on
to through the years
lillian allison west (whiteside)
1918-2009
I wish my life was a wes anderson film
each morning an aesthetic pastel sky waits to behold
an innocent perspective with nostalgic attention to detail
in my playfully scripted retro romance I stroll through surreal
geometric panels and intricate bold patterns in a dreamworld
where each thought holds the possibility of a poignant epiphany
I am the underdog dressed as a heroine in every scene
surrounded by adoring fans and a consistent color scheme
I wish my life was an endearing cinematic masterpiece
with a clever montage that includes all my favorite outtakes
kin
" When you meet kin, there is an energy and sparkle between your bodies. It must be chemical somehow - DNA and genes."
—Liv Tyler
—Liv Tyler
these days what I miss most
is the comfort of a phone call.
a warm, friendly voice at the other end.
I miss the excitement & joy
of receiving a card or letter in the mail.
the weight of the envelope in my hand
as I carry it inside, gazing intently
at a handwritten note.
I'm missing the connection.
the honesty of intention.
these days, what I miss the most is kinship.
a warm, friendly voice at the other end.
I miss the excitement & joy
of receiving a card or letter in the mail.
the weight of the envelope in my hand
as I carry it inside, gazing intently
at a handwritten note.
I'm missing the connection.
the honesty of intention.
these days, what I miss the most is kinship.
undiluted happiness (for lilli)
I cherish these walks
in the rain with my daughter
our realm is painted softer
by watercolor brushstrokes
in this scene of tranquility
we notice little things
often overlooked
a filigree flash of dragonfly wing,
crystal jewels beaded on grass blades
and a small brown rabbit pausing
for an afternoon snack
we soak it all in, eager to be part
of this humbling respite,
a genuine need for harmony
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