Through My Heart #pain

premeditated first drop of silent fear flows its course

Never the Same #Uganda

beauty is always changing bold colour, broad lines expect the unexpected a raindrop fills your hands smiles big as the horizon and I wonder why I ever leave

O Little Town #MerryChristmas

The days were dark and frightful cold. A harsh regime or so I’m told They feared the worst hoped for the best how so like now no time to rest but they forged on with hearts so true O Bethlehem what do we do? For these are times unsure at best we pray we beg

Narrow #photography #challenge

walk these halls resonant voices of the past empty now I found this one day when I was operating the elevator in the Smithsonian. I wanted to explore but I had to let my camera do what I could not. Thanks City Sonnet for the month long challenge. Today’s prompt “narrow”

Cream Meeting Place #photography #Uganda

It’s noon sun radiates on cars and people place to meet swamp flower radiant beauty like the sun lovely Uganda I marvel at the beauty of Uganda. Her people are also very industrious. The cars (top picture) are used for meeting places out of the sun. Children also get out of the heat and pretend

Defaced #poetry

I stand awaiting your approval  a fresh finished canvas anticipating the final touch but you the artist are unsatisfied rather than a final wash of color a knife rips through the center displacing form and hope dangling from the frame I hear the sound of drip drip drip paint leaves its mark indelible is bold

Clear Weather #unexpected

blue skies ten boys played soccer taken by surprise We never know when disaster will strike. My dear friend was hit by lightening several days before and survived. Sadness mingles with gratitude.

Out to Sea #passion #poetry

Broken before life’s current jolt fill cracks with sand “It’ll heal” I’m told give me half that will have to do who needs a heart give me some glue tears cant be caught nothing to sift hand me a shovel I’ll bury what’s left

You Keep Me Running… #poetry

I run toward the sun press hope to my soul will feet forward rough and dusty road   Look over my back pursuit darkness’ aim a claim upon my life forward, aghast they gain   I run toward the son press hope to my soul will feet forward rough and dusty road * life is

A New leaf #fall #hope

Golden arch way color spectrum full fall beckons Fall is such a lovely time of the year. The air cools and we are beckoned to follow a path of golds and reds. What does today’s path look like? Probably different than one year ago. Though the path we are on today may seem to go