10/12/12
10/11/12
10/10/12
Hopi Maiden
Cool of morning, resting in prayer, with water pot...
Water Song Sculpture Series by Martha Pettigrew
Sedona Hilton Hotel, Arizona
Water Song Sculpture Series by Martha Pettigrew
Sedona Hilton Hotel, Arizona
10/9/12
10/8/12
Heaven
Just got a little more awesome...
On the very day your ashes
were interred on earth,
dust to dust...
The sky emblazoned sunset
here on temporal terrain,
sunbeams though radiated...
Skyward kingdom rising.
You slept only a celestial moment,
then in a twinkling of an eye,
raising up met eternal heir...
Heaven
Just got a little more awesome...
(Much appreciation to Scott W for inspiration.)
On the very day your ashes
were interred on earth,
dust to dust...
The sky emblazoned sunset
here on temporal terrain,
sunbeams though radiated...
Skyward kingdom rising.
You slept only a celestial moment,
then in a twinkling of an eye,
raising up met eternal heir...
Heaven
Just got a little more awesome...
(Much appreciation to Scott W for inspiration.)
10/6/12
A Soul Never Dies
Resting peacefully among heavenly wildflowers...
RIP Karen Snyder Counts (1955-2012)
10/5/12
Eucalyptus Waking
Greeting the Arizona sun at dawn...
Arid zone of two seasons,
summer and winter, daily waits
nightfall to cool the desert floor.
Respite in which it rehydrates,
nevertheless, usually greeted
each morn on a new date...
With the sun it cannot ignore.
10/4/12
10/3/12
Crossing Chasm Canyon
Writing life unedited is meant to be bolting...
Crossing chasm canyon my soul,
suddenly bereft seeks out in desolation
innovative thinking to resurrect the spirit
searching renewal to be once again whole.
Suddenly synapses discharged like lightning,
striking forthwith connecting brainstorm
to fertile ground of my flowing mind that
writing life unedited is meant to be bolting.
Signaling a new standard for placid existence,
a perception since canyon wash is ever shifting
trekking earth depends upon fortified walls with
a consistent and constant yet flowing conscience.
Crossing chasm canyon my soul,
suddenly bereft seeks out in desolation
innovative thinking to resurrect the spirit
searching renewal to be once again whole.
Suddenly synapses discharged like lightning,
striking forthwith connecting brainstorm
to fertile ground of my flowing mind that
writing life unedited is meant to be bolting.
Signaling a new standard for placid existence,
a perception since canyon wash is ever shifting
trekking earth depends upon fortified walls with
a consistent and constant yet flowing conscience.
10/2/12
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