These are the things which belong to me: A spider suspended in a cobweb That lies in the corner of my room Waiting each day to greet me When I come home with a silent hello. A fake flower in a waterless vase With a single counterfeit dew drop Balancing on the end of a synthetic leaf Like a tear drop that will never fall. A painting of a woman half finished Hanging over my bed at night My guardian angel watching over my dreams The dream like visage of who I might be. ...
You stand on one side of a bridge The other cannot be seen Hidden behind a veil of fog Stretching on indefinitely As you place your hand on the railing You feel the pull of ghosts at your shirttails The whispers in your ears The fog’s fingers gently wrapping around you Caressing your face pulling you step by step Onto the bridge that will take you away You feel consumed by the fog As it wraps you in its loving arms Like a mother and her child You feel safe, you feel the calm That you never felt before As you are pulled step by step Away from the world you once knew You welcome it, accept it As your new home ...
Even flowers cry sometimes What do they have to cry about? They are so pretty But they won’t stay pretty for long And it isn’t about being pretty It is about loosing life Where did they loose it? I laughed softly Resting my hand on her shoulder I don’t know Maybe they left it under their bed And forgot it was there I did that once She said with a sad sigh I know I said smiling Maybe they lost it In the playground Hidden under a sandy Everest I think I get it The flowers have lost their petals And that is why they are sad Exactly and they cry for each others loss Then why doesn’t it make me sad? Different things make different people sad I say with a frown Watching the poppy’s tears Roll down its face You will understand when you are older But I want to understand now! I know, I say with a smile I know as I guide her away To happier things To flowers with open faces Smiling at the sun But she will never forget The crying flower Knowing that every flower she sees Will cry someday For what it lost in the sandbox Or under the bed We all loose something in the end
A woman stands on the side of the road Not on the side walk but not quite in the street Standing on the gutter’s front step She is motionless as cars streak past in a blur They do not stop for her, they don’t even see her As she stands on the edge of their awareness But very much in the middle of her own mind She watches the cars as they past You can see her lips move but they make no noise Maybe she is asking them to slow down Maybe she is asking them to speed up Or maybe she is asking for a prayer To save her soul for what she is about to do ...
Baboons are a very strange, colorful, and robust animal. They are very fun to photograph because they have such amazing colors in the strangest of places which I am sure I won’t have to mention because everyone is fully aware of that already. Yes, he is scratching his butt. I really enjoyed the females the most even though the men have such interesting looks I liked the females better. Their hair looked almost like it had been crimped and dyed with yellow. Their eyes are the most amazing par, wide and yellow. They were fascinating to watch. ...
A snowy egret flies On paper thin wings Like a paper airplane Gliding through the air Keeping airborne For as long as it can Until its fragile wings Bow under the weight Of heavy air Into the ground Where no paper airplanes soar Here the snow Belongs to the land Not the bird in the sky No longer fragile and beautiful But the paper-thin feel Of cold seeping Into your hollow bones The delicate dance Of frostbite on the fingertips Of ballerina dancers The slow decay of the biting snow And the old heaviness weighing down The lightest breeze The wings of an egret Laden with the burden Of the world without sky Chained to the ground Waist deep in snow Where a creature with wings Does not belong Yet cannot escape from The paper wings beat To leave behind this place Heavy With the absence of all Freedom lies in the air Where the snow belongs To a graceful bird Not the world lying below Where frostbite is left behind In the warm sun’s glow
Let me introduce to you a very strange animal called a dik-dik.Yes, its name is dik-dik. The even funnier part is what this animal actually is, a deer like animal that is only about a two foot long. An antelope named for its shrill call that actually sounds like “dik dik” or “zik zik”. Probably one of the strangest animals I have ever seen, I had heard about them before but never expected to see one in person when I went to the San Francisco Zoo. I am very glad I got to see one, and now you can too. ...
Joshua Tree in the eye of the beholder, the eye of the adventurer. My mom and I recently visited Joshua Tree National Park down by Palm Springs. A park full of rock pillars and sculptures and very odd looking trees that slightly resemble puffy cacti slapped on the ends of a scruffy looking tree trunk. Odd but intriguing plants. The first thing we did was visit Barker’s Dam. It was a nice little hike out to a small lake and a very old looking dam. ...
