Before infinity I walk,listening to the dove sing – softly.And in the moment of now – expression.drum beats on, deep – thudding.Before togetherness I stand,waiting for the raindrops – shiver.And in the moment of truth – expectation,sipping air, sweet – wetness.Before the moment of ecstasy – infinity,deep feelings pause,I rise
Author: Mark
Digital Work
A Bit of Sunny Retro
Been awhile since I have had a bit of extra time to play with digital art (see my The Me Bits page) but as chance would have it Sam was watching a ballgame, Mom was working and Miss Frieda was snoozing… 🙂 So a bit of sunny play.
Poetry
Hyannis Beach
dappled fog drifts,between feetcrunching on the sand;like a twining catin search of an early supper,or treat from my shirt pocket. street lights peer,between houses,sinking in the soil;like a peeping tom,in search of a tender sight,or unexpected late night treat. laughing waves wiggle,between drift logs,grinding in the sand;like a hyper child,in
Poetry
Caviar and Crackers
Salt taste,rippling across my tongue,rolling black pebblesbursting at the edgesymbolic lifeto slake my thirsty palettelong drafts of femininityat its’ sourcereduced to here and nowencased in the soft tangslipped between my lipsand then the cracker,bitten…hard! ml’00
Life Words Worth
Tenalach
Tenalach: A relationship one has with the land, air and water; a deep connection that allows you to literally hear the Earth Sing. – Old Irish Ahh bless the Irish to come up with a single word that encompasses a whole world of meaning, a spirituality of connection, and a
Poetry
A Mixtape of Memories
There comes a time,when Jack Daniels,road runs,watching the dawnrise over Mt. Tolmie,being sillyin Hyde Parkand Hurricane Floydon a Hyannis beach,gives weighto ibuprofen,comfy shoes,and playing fetchwith Friedabefore breakfast,when what mattersare friendsnear and far,past, presentand future,Where they are,what they are doing,are they happy,or needing a shoulder,or just in a box,on the shelf,waiting