The budding artist that never quite blossomed into fame is that eccentric old woman. I am her and she is me and the hardest part about being her is accepting her. Once active hands and mind used to create things of beauty now, often lie in rest or are consumed with self-care. However, that eternal … More Winter’s Artist
When the cotton flies on a summer day worries melt in the magic of rose bouquets presented by the Walking Stick Cactus. In the heat of sun and full life, time, age, and winter don’t matter. Swirling white cotton floating on the warm wind lifts my fanciful thoughts to go dancing in a summer-time blizzard. … More Benevolent Power
What if I have written it all away? All those important things I had to say, And my creative mind fades in aging? Should this old woman sit silent? Observing only, as life’s passions relent? And ambitions fray beyond assuaging? Is this the day I’ve become irrelevant? A life of experience now, an … More Irrelevant?
Enchanted by a Primrose dream in June… A perfect dewy morn, Sun adorns! I awake by Meadowlark tune! No summer will I scorn! Take my hand old man, still a honeymoon… Our old love newly born, In every passing season and many a moon! Every wrinkle care-worn, My dear old man hold me and let’s spoon! … More Primrose Dream
A lovely little stroll on the edge of consciousness… Fading out and then fading in… Gathering memories from dreams of Yester-lore… Reality blocked seeps back in… Blend time outside of time, a bit of Heaven’s rest… Slip away preparing to slip in… Twenty-five minutes of Paradise others call a nap!
There are moments during a rare warm Siesta Moon, When the pain ebbs and my body sings a softer tune. Sighs of relief! Pain gone brightens usual Agony Moon, My cruel lover who won’t let go sings besetting croon, Beastly howling like a lost coyote during a Dusty Moon! Our relationship began by accident, a … More Married to Pain
The spring wind roars over the ever-grey high desert that waits for just the right amount of warmth and moisture to bloom. By gale forces the desert floor is being swept clean to prepare for a new season of life. As long as there is snow on the mountain peaks there will be wind in … More Early Spring Wind
While winter still lingers, In the reminder of icy Rocky Mountain peaks, White memory fingers, Warm to melt with acceptance, in truth leaks, Flow, new life bringers; Yesterday nourishes today; is dead but speaks! Into eternity, it lingers! Past hold; pain let go in transformative tweaks; Learn to value blunders; Less painful repetitions, useful … More History
My troubled old worries wouldn’t let go of me… I sent them dancing on the tinkle of piano key… I “Ooby-Doobied” my blues away! Music lifted mind above the fray! Not giving me to that from which I will be free. Melodies healing harmonies begin joy’s spree. Unravel tight knots dancing play! Rose memories of … More Musical Restoration
I am an old fashioned girl, I guess. Still a bit new to being an old lady; I’ve lived long enough to see a few things. I’ve learned a lot and I know what works, And what doesn’t. I remember many things that are now, forgotten. I’m still quite taken with chivalry. A … More Turn Back