Dabbling at Art — a Quadrille

Canyonlands Moab Utah

Dabbling at Art — a Quadrille

The trail was hardscrabble
and loose sienna sand
bluejays singing babble
sky grey and bland
over boulders I grappled
as gait became unsteady
leeside shade was dappled
paint and canvas at the ready
the clouds begin to part
I begin dabbling at my art

word count 44

For dVerse Quadrille – dabbling

and JusJoJan # 12 — sing

Til next time ~Stay Trippy hippies ~JP

Sunday Stills – the Letter of Night

For Sunday Stills and JusJoJan

Letters fall from the shelf
creased and fragile
from a thousand openings

Words spill out like pictures
bright stars on dark nights
silver moonlight on the sea

Light up the darkening sky
with sacred promises
true love never dies

This week’s Sunday Stills prompt of “night” was a little daunting for me. You see I’m not a night person. I’m much more likely to see a sunrise than a sunset. When I step foot outside after dark, it’s usually just to my own yard to gaze at the moon, maybe charge my crystals. That being said, I ransacked my photo files and did come up with a few.

2020 Blue Moon — I always find that surrounding a moon shot with frames of reference helps. Here the Halloween Blue Moon plays peek-a-boo with me behind the trees. Also, it offsets the lens flares with which I struggle, like a LOT.

Evening on the Lanai – Kauaii– Here landscape lighting and tiki torches accent brilliant moonlight reflected on the ocean.

Jack-o-lanterns — This is a great shot for reminding myself, it’s not always about the quality of the shot, it’s the feelings and memories.

Nijo Castle – Kyoto Japan — Snapped with a tiny cell phone, a good illustration of the problems encountered with night photography. The castle is lit up so brightly that details are nearly indiscernable.

Sunset on Waikiki — I may not be much for “night” photography but give me a sunset and, oh my …

Til next time ~stay trippy hippies ~JP

The Deer and I

The Deer and I

Here where the artesian spring gurgles up through the ground, I pause. My intuition stirs, something. I glance behind and see him there, browsing amongst the fading autumn grass. I sense no fear from him, no tensing of muscle and sinew. Why should he flee? My soft pink form is no threat to him. I wonder if he knows, something inside, outside the bounds of human knowing. I would not harm him, nor his home.

Others are treacherous and wasteful, caring not for the needs of growing things. Contemptuous of all they deem lesser, and all is less. But for now, we are content to share this bit of world, the deer and I. I smile and he turns away from the warmth of sun on waning grass; away from me.

We drink from the stream,
with a warm delight – the same
the deer and I

For Haibun Monday at dVerse
and Just Jot It January – gurgle

 

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

JusJoJan 3 – Servant

For Just Jot it January – Servant

My mind skips and jumps,
hums with scraps of logic
and long forgotten songs

I need to tighten the reins
on the fears that flitter
at the periphery of my vision

No more shall I be a servant
to distracted, pain-filled abstracts
I shall be the master of my own mind

Oh look, coffee ….

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

Tuesday Poetry — Sunlight on Snow

Stream in Custer State Park, South Dakota

Scattered drifts of unmelted snow
upon a polka dot landscape bright with sun
Winter unwilling to conceded defeat

Inspiration buzzes in the back of my mind
effervescence of emotion and sight
refracting in tiny bursts, my own light

My mind hums with rhythms of poetry,
song and perhaps a little madness
bright and fleeting, like diamond glints on snow

 

Til next time  ~Peace  ~JP