Winter Beaches Take me to the end of the world where sea and sky and snow are one body and one mind synchronized in their flow Take me to the edge of humanity where voices fall away and the useless chatter and venom finally lose their sway Take me back to winter beaches breathless in … Continue reading Winter Beaches
poetry
Evolutions
Evolutions The clock spins constant revolution the days and nights as one our actions cast in perpetual motion the first change has begun We transform with every new voice our songs slowly rewritten paying heed to melodies within the noise no matter how well they are hidden Survival demands we adapt every day meeting change … Continue reading Evolutions
A Song of Sadness
A Song of Sadness In real life, over the past month we have lost two of our dear friends. So, in the process of grieving and funerals, this poem, "A Song of Sadness," started. Sink me in the ocean Weigh me down with stones Set me to “sleep with the fishes” So that I shall never … Continue reading A Song of Sadness
Gloom #MondayBlogs
Gloom #MondayBlogs The sun sleeps late into the morning the sky cooled with gloom and mist sudden brightness and clear vision shift into view as a surprise before vanishing into the cloak over the earth the dawn does not come on this side of the veil leaving us in solitude outside of the world each … Continue reading Gloom #MondayBlogs
Falling Leaves #MondayBlogs
Falling Leaves #MondayBlogs The world cycles through death and rebirth a period of slumber after wild growth and the leaves paint themselves in brilliance before they cast themselves upon the wind falling across our vision to filter all that we see - Caroline A. Slee
Crashing In
No matter what, the world comes crashing in
Counsel
Council The stones are music an ancient rhythm flowing through cold surfaces taking the high ground to cloak themselves in mist The stones are wisdom standing against time witnesses to history impassive observers watching like judges from on high The stones are living blood flowing through them a heartbeat felt by all who stand before … Continue reading Counsel
Urban #MondayBlogs
Scope #MondayBlogs The sky can be touched by outstretched arms outstretched buildings an urban salute to the sun the modern city still seeking the stars we bring our science and engineering to bear in our quest to touch heavendreaming ourselves and building ourselves up among the clouds and the bright blue days ascending to be … Continue reading Urban #MondayBlogs
Like Water
Like Water For even stone relents to the endless flow as water rushes and rolls through the narrow and the wide shifting shape to relentlessly move downstream into an open vastness to mirror the skies clouds at our feet and clouds above holding space like water - Caroline A. Slee
“The Thing with Feathers”
"The Thing with Feathers" Dickinson named it hope a birdlike description to call lightness to mind but the thing with feathers is only the vaguest outline vultures have feathers raptors do as well what is hope? some bird of prey, perched in waiting readiness to swoop and pounce? Dickinson gave us language of comfort and … Continue reading “The Thing with Feathers”