FLY AWAY

Fly away free and unfettered
On the last rays of December days less bright

 Past the grasslands, mountains and oceans

Toward the pure blue heavens and the forgiving stars,
Where our mind is eased of sorrow and pain. 

Sailing on the transport of delight
through to the deep places of creation,
Into that creative zone where time stops,
And boundaries cease to exist,

Seek there a righteous place,

To laugh and love,

sing and play.

  Even before you have come back,
I have become intoxicated,
With much joy in anticipation,
when you set
your pen to paper and write 

about truth and beauty that sets us free

Come then let us celebrate and fill our cups

with the gratitude of acceptance
and the colors of peace 

for the new year.

From the corners of my mind.  
 joanny


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One Stop Poetry

photo via tumblr images: red leaf; red dress-Anatoly Beloschin: Beatrice Woods gold luster ware cup

Soul on fire!

Fiery Flamenco over the dance beat

exuding  passion and fire for each

makes fire dance
tap tap tapping to the heavy pounding
twisting, arching,

foot fast rattling 
tap tap tapping to the flamenco beat

excerpt from my poem Steps in Time for the full version go here

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photo ffffound flamecowoman

Et pourtant

It was in Roueu, a quaint picturesque 

old city on the river Seine, 

that I came upon this place.

It was jutting out every which way, carved delicately out of stone.

It looked abandon ----
Et pourtant

The afternoon sun and the play of light dancing on the water

Seemed to awaken it to life..

Or did my eyes deceive me?

In I stepped...

Joyeux Noel

Fin

Friday Flash 55.....hosted by g-man

Monet's painting of Rouen Cathedral; Rouen is the ancient capital of Normandy
Chateau  -Dordogne, France:
google image of girl in doorway
Italian notebook  Presepe -angel in doorway artist Mario Carotenuto

note: I changed this post -- originally it was intended for a much larger prose - so it did not make sense when I edited it down --  therefore from a few comments I revised it and removed Rodin's painting of Minerva and added the girl in the doorway and the painting by Signor Carotenuto.

The Bewitching Hour!

A feeling of aliveness

City lights glare

Wide as high as near as far

An array of color floods into my eyes

Ah,

light shows at the

asphalt are playing tonight

 No need to look up

ORION

appears just above the  billboards

the universe of stars is barely visible

through the dazzling display of nightlights

on the freeway wall

MMM, the  taste of dust on my tongue

just as the  roar of the hot red car

speeding by drowns out my thoughts

gives me chills under my warm coat.

the car purrs along

while my thoughts return to you

makes my skin melt like butter.

Rain drops like silver glisten –

A red maple leaf spins with the wind and hits my windshield

 I drive mesmerized and hypnotized

by the silver pools of water splashing up

from the pavement while the windshield wipers

keeps time to the raindrops rhythmic beat.

Cars passing on by pay no attention

to the fate of the red maple leaf

cut loose by the wind tossing and tumbling and rolling

 along side my car trying hard to keep up

 a train whistle’s shrill voice quivers in the night air

like a sail made of stars singing a-cappella

 Wiper blades joins in to a 4/4 beat

Car engine whirling sounds like

.. my true love gave to me...

3 French Hens

2 Turtle Doves

And a Partridge in a Pearrrr..

Brake

lights

up

a

head!

smell of  pine scented smoke and

car exhaust mingle in the cold night air.

Home at Last!

 a bit of holiday sparkle --- you are waiting there!

   Fin

the author of this blog!

One Shot Wednesday hosted by Claudia… 
photo tumblr-sail dress-bed

The Best Morning Ever!

Mt  Hood  at  Sunrise

Have a beautiful  day everyone!

image 2nd photo rodneysmith

The Interplay with Nature!

Serpentine pathways
 harbor surprises
simple and rustic,
constantly  changing
 creates 

a different rhythm
in cadence with each step
from one pattern to another

the pause in between 
strikes the right chord
of inner  balance

forming the intimate
mood of  harmony

combining the interplay with nature

and the duality of forces

pairing the elements

 of yin and yang

in one single step!

Friday Flash 55 --hosted by g- man 

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
---Lao Tzu

 Portland’s Lan Su Chinese Garden is an authentic Suzhou-style garden and  was created to nurture and inspire all who visit,  it is little changed from what might have greeted you during the Ming dynasty in China.

December Morn - Silver Lining

"Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?" 
 Milton's (1634)

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Emerging under a canopy of cloudy skies,

the pale gold of a new day

in silence - makes it's entry 

this wet December morn.

 

Rain drops sprinkled by swaying branches

glitter against my window pane

they live - like a memory of a dream 

that never grows old, and the darkness

of night evaporates in the interplay 

of the pale light of the dawn, 

There at the edge where 

water and light embrace

to be united and absorbed

join in the wilderness

with the call of one solitary bird

breaking the silence - with sustained grace 

ushers in the miracle of the morning
of this incredible place! 

Fin

Imperfect prose  

Thankfully Simple!

Let us come together and celebrate

Each other and the Goodness

Of the Abundance of the Earth.

 May your Thanksgiving

 Rise above

the clamor of all that has yet to come!

Fin

photo credits  fffound- girl in water

A gift from a far away place!

 With a cup of coffee in hand --  

listening to new songs with old words 

I lift the curtain and see,

brightened by the afternoon sun,

a timeless joy 

...a breath of flowers ...

with a note...

 ...comes along the wind.

art by joanny

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Sunday Sketches

photo #1  fffound- rodney smith, 2 fffound,  #3,4,5  by joanny, painting by joanny

Love Potion Number Nine

Time  Passes.....

Morning follows night 

Seasons come and go

Love waxes and wanes
Distance separates.....

I still taste your lips
Smell your hair
Feel your touch 
 

My Heart aches for you 

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  photos via tumblr