Monthly Archives: May 2013

My Soul Thaw

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I am literally thawing out from such a frigid winter this year. 80 degrees and 100 humidity never felt so good. I am glad that summer has decided to show up for a couple of months. We will see how long it lasts. I hope that you are enjoying the beginning days of your summer also. I hope it is a great time of year! Cheers!

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Summer bursts greens and blues

Humidity warming things up in a misty hue

The sun heats up the ground below

Finally I can feel my soul thaw

Come out from a chilling sleep within

Crackling of birds let you know summer is near

I can see it and feel it in the air

Of a summer morning and evening light

All the hot wind got me feeling alright

Mulch and grass clippings remind me

Of growing up on the farm

Taking care of the horses and dogs

Long days

Hours spent

Working to keep the farm up and running

In those days sweat ran fast

When the sun was shining

Brining me back to today

As the sun shines away

Giving life to a lifeless canvas

Bringing back the feeling of senses

This is summer

Thank god for it’s coming

Just seeing people outside sunning

Lady’s looking fine in skirts and linens

Reminds me of what I love about summer

Its carefree reminder of what is great

Simple yet joyful

Thank God summer is here

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Derailed

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This is an ode to one strange night in Paris. A place that will go unnamed. It was a dinner setting – with all the markings of a great club. Lights low, waitress attentive and helpful, but the singer was a bit strange. She took the stage Vegas style in this little French club and everyone began to wonder what was going on. She was pure entertainment that is for sure. But I am not quite sure what for. So here it is a poem to an akward night in Paris. Cheers!

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It was akward

awuk ward

The way she sang

Staring right at the crowd

No one had the heart to say

It was too freaking loud

Enjoy a beverage and relax

She turns her music up

Through the stacks

Of speakers to her right and left

The tone she sang with

Had my ears screaming theft

But what a soul she had

With so much power and command

Her volume fluctuated

No one had more passion than

Her

She grabbed the mic

In confident fashion

Lights turned low in the Paris club

She came bursting through

The loud speakers above

The club dripped with fashion

Attention to detail

This karaoke

Sent the place

Derailed

Off ended

Crashing crusading

Singing shaking

It was all but over when I had to leave

It was entertainment

She had the right awa

That I can’t beseech

Her

Or anyone else

On this night in Paris

Just off the boulevard

Lighting the Sky

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I have been back in the States for just a couple of days. I have many writings and poems from Europe that I will be sharing soon. Life has been busier than expected all throughout Europe and even upon my return. In which case I end up writing in my book and not posting. I will make sure to get these posts up soon. Tonight a wicked late spring storm rolled in and I found it to be the perfect time to saddle into my chair and get the blog rolling again. Nothing like a little summer storm for inspiration. I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for stories from Europe. Cheers.

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Evening wear and summer thin

Sit right here to watch the storm roll in

Spitting drops from up above

Somehow this feeling fills me with love

Winds blowing from the west

Moving trees

Dancing

Jumping

Step outside and let the rain wash you back in

Have not seen clouds gather in months

Feels nice to see the storm front

Moving through this little town

Sending people inside

Wind blowing around

The days work will be left undone

Unless you finished in the setting sun

Rain will come for a couple of days

Bringing new light from the suns rays

But tonight it is dark as an evening lake

With waters so black no light penetrates

The night pulls us in to watch as the storm strikes

Moving quick

Striking fast

Rain splashes on the cement street

Getting our feet wet

Sending us into a retreat

Under the roof for some simple cover

Wind blowing now

Storms pulling at the seams

Grappling to throw down

Thunder playing a marching song

While the lightning illuminates the sky

The flash camera snaps catching all in one place

The trees hold still as our corneas adjust

For a moment the world is a white washed gray

Held in place by the light

Then darkness resumes bending trees and leaves

Up down all around

Flashing white amidst deep black hues

All on a summers storm

The thunder plays

The lightning song

In Germany

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What an amazing first experience in Europe we had in Gera, Germany. I posted a video yesterday and have really been moved by the entire experience. It was a culture that was physically speaking very close to mine – but mentally a completely different place. I really enjoyed the simple appreciation for beauty and respect for the earth. Of course we have this in the States but in a different way. I was inspired and here are some of my thoughts. Cheers.

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The Simple beauty of time gone by

Life lived in a lullaby

Not as pretty or so fancy

There is no real need

Amidst these hills and far away

I have learned of beauty this way

I can see right now the beauty

Today

A sunset falling sleepy over green hills

I feel connected to the evening still

The air brushes gently on my face

Evening crisp cool embrace

Houses gardens touching holding

The earth below blessing bestowing

The best of what mother earth can give

Keep it simple

This is no live preserved

This night is the live lived

Far away from my comfort and home

A long distance I have roamed

To this place in Germany

On the eastern border

Where nature is taken seriously

Treated with gentle care

The birds sing out

Over the mountains over thereThrough the allies and into townThe birds calls fall quiet to the city soundPeople moving slow enjoying the sceneLike no other place I have been Amidst a new culture A beautiful new faceI have come to nowThis is a truly moving place

The Rapid Eye Movement

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Europe is so amazing. I have found it challenging to slow my mind down. It is probably a mixture of the jet lag, new languages, and sheer beauty of this place. It is completely new and intriguing. The landscapes are amazing and the stories and history that go with them are simply too much for my mind to wrap around. It is going to take some time to soak it all in. From Paris – Cheers!

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All this beauty

All the color

All the tradition

My mind is wandering

Through words unknown and foreign

I try to slow

The rapid eye movement

Creeping faster and faster

Moving quicker and quicker

Around towers and bells

Through fields and mountains

Pools and lanterns

Brick streets and orange glow

These are where my thoughts go

When people are speaking

My lack of understanding

There is no way of having my mind

Make a soft landing

Until I rest at night

Thoughts slow

And slow

Slow

Off I am

To sleep

Just let my mind go

 

Spilled Wine in Paris

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Hello! I am doing my best to keep up with my posts. I have over a dozen in my writing book but have found no time to post as the internet has been in and out for me as we travel. I wrote this one when I saw a group reacting to a fallen glass of wine in a beautiful restaurant in Paris. I surely love this town and am writing about all of my first experiences in the city. I have much to learn – but am enjoying every moment! Bonne Journee!

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The table draws tense

My movements should not have been in haste

The fine wine with lingering taste

Now dismantled on the table

Dripping off the sides and too the floor

Falling dripping cascading

My eyes depart from the wine

Hoping to wipe pull it back

The waiter asks me for help

All is not lost

He will brings a small stack

Of towels to help with the problem

My movements are robotic and slow

Feeling the weight of the faux pa

On my soul

I have learned I must move with great ease

Art in motion

More subtle please

What more could I have learned from this

A fallen glass of wine

In Paris