While My Guitar Gently Weeps floats upon the summer air, drifting in from the open window. She looks to the left and sees her father humming along. “Daddy,” his little girl asked one day, “what color is love?” Being a thoughtful … Continue reading Color of Love
I I am not afraid of falling scraped knees a broken heart shattered dreams having to crawl until I find my way back. I have done that all before. I I am worried that I will never fly I will … Continue reading I Am
I could feel her restlessness in the night. I reached over to soothe her while searching for words to ease her broken heart. “Do you remember when I used to sing to you? At night I would sing lullabies while holding … Continue reading My Gift is the Moon
Of things I remember, I often love~ the twining of moonlight dancing through the darkness illuminating us while erasing shadows. you curve tenderly against my spine whispers of consequence exhaled while inhaling thoughts of chance our cocoon releases roots deeply into … Continue reading Remember
aloha spirit hibiscus grew inside from my heart it bloomed from my heart it bloomed seed swept up in summer breeze hibiscuses two hibiscuses two kisses from a butterfly sheltered in my hands sheltered in my hands growing blooms seek … Continue reading kama’aina
Looking out of the window to watch the snow waltzing against the obsidian sky, my warm breath fogs up the pane. My eyes focus on the reflection of myself. Time whispers in my ear reminding me of all the changes and recalling who is not here. My fingers push the fog away as I notice something moving outside. My heart quickens as I make for the door to catch the little one running around in the snow. As I step into the darkness, the moon pours a path for my feet to step upon. My movement breaks the calm but … Continue reading Memory Tidings
I have often been asked how I write the way I do…I am not always sure what that means. I may ask to clarify because honestly, I write with a pen to paper then transfer it to the computer. Or … Continue reading How Do I Write the Way I Do…
Dedicated to my dad who made my life full of magic and taught me the love of nature. “Come daddy, come”, she gleefully shouted and reached up for his hand. Her small fingers intertwined with his and she leaned forward trying to make him walk faster. She didn’t want to miss fairies. “Sweetie we can stop right here. Listen….what do you hear?” She stopped, put her hands over her eyes and spun around. She could hear the wind dancing with the brittle autumn leaves. She felt the snap of twigs under her feet. Close by the water was singing as … Continue reading Come Walk With Me
Come with me, I said…..peer into my mind and see the cavernous night sky. Reach up and remove the stars one by one and lay them from my shoulder to hip, take your brush and follow their path leaving nothing … Continue reading Come With Me, I Said…Peer Into My Mind
I was sitting in a cold, empty room. “Criss cross applesauce”, is how my teachers would tell me to sit. So I sit not sure what to do or even think. The room felt so cold….sterile. White walls, floors and … Continue reading Everything You Can Imagine Is Real
Inked Peacock Tales 