Life Is Beautiful

Twilight fades into morning
pebbles scatter the beach
dragged and polished
wave washed

little fingers splay as feet dip
into damp sand,

a trickle stream of fresh water
cuts a path from the creeks mouth

Breath mists in fresh air
crystal dew and clarity

crunch of grit as feet beat the sand
a walk as planned

the puppy runs his tongue hangs
from smiling jaws

Rocks skim on giggles
and sunshine

the water is freezing
chasing chubby legs
into laughter.

The car seats are wet
and the car is full of sand
Cleaning the damp and grit
I curse
and smile
 
Twilight fades into morning
pebbles scatter the beach
dragged and polished
wave washed

little fingers splay as feet dip
into damp sand,

a trickle stream of fresh water
cuts a path from the creeks mouth

Breath mists in fresh air
crystal dew and clarity

crunch of grit as feet beat the sand
a walk as planned

the puppy runs his tongue hangs
from smiling jaws

Rocks skim on giggles
and sunshine

the water is freezing
chasing chubby legs
into laughter.

The car seats are wet
and the car is full of sand
Cleaning the damp and grit
I curse
and smile

I like the whole thing. Been there so many times. I hate sand, but little bit and hubby spend hours making sand castles, forts, ships, coral reefs. Whatever she imagines he manages to build. My job is cleaning the sand out of the car later.
 
I'm sure Rich feels lucky to have you as a friend, Trix. That was a very nice thing for you to do.

Rich was tickled pink and shared it with all the nurses and doctors. When I was finally able to make it to CT they all recognized me. His partner had printed the pic 11x17 and plastered it on the wall of his room, along with a college of other pics. I can feel him smiling at me today.
 
Rich was tickled pink and shared it with all the nurses and doctors. When I was finally able to make it to CT they all recognized me. His partner had printed the pic 11x17 and plastered it on the wall of his room, along with a college of other pics. I can feel him smiling at me today.

Very nice story. If he's no longer with us, perhaps he still appreciates those kisses. I'm sure he does, if he's still around, somewhere.
 
That's quite a photo. Did you take it?

Nope, it was a local newspaper photographer. They liked the decorations in his room. They were doing a piece on the musicians who came to the hospital to sing carols and Rich's room was the most festive looking...
 
Nope, it was a local newspaper photographer. They liked the decorations in his room. They were doing a piece on the musicians who came to the hospital to sing carols and Rich's room was the most festive looking...

The photo is... arresting.
 
Trix~a little more now? Sheesh!
How much didja hate me before?
Barely got my toes in the water and the fins are cutting the surface. I usually get in up to my knees.
Yeah, i live Ray's beg, steal, n borrow.
How bout diego garcia? All eyes on you, and, laura.
My fave is tom rush doin joni's~the urge for goin.
Story of my life. It's on youtube, live from a radio studio.
 
Last night,
like a friendly wave
the earth paused, ever
so slightly
to check my pulse

the sky pirouetted down
the fireflies rose up
and the whippoorwill
in the woods
declared it all so

no, you didn't notice
for this was my earth
my moment
my pulse, lost in fret

I could tell you more
but one
should never tell all

this morning,
the heron stood
the bridge, lone witness
lone sentry
as a crystal breeze
rushed upon the porch

my earth again
spun as it should
my pulse
learning the rhythm
too oft forgot
 
I could feel the birds chirruping
Taste the bright blue sky
And hear the sun shining
I was in love with my life again
The onset of night brought clarity
Put things back into focus
I was deafened by the moon
Choked by the blackened sky
And felt the utter despair of silence


This one's for Tsotha.

How true. Silence is cruel.
 
How true. Silence is cruel.

I sit in silence
and do not dream. Emptiness
is a comfort so I still myself
in the deafening void. Thoughts
arise like waves that roll over
and away from me.

I am more than my thoughts,
more than this mind I am
the universe of dark and light
and a nameless particle
within it. I embrace
my silence. It is mine it is
Innisfree.
 
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