Butterflies at Iguassu 49 ©2009 Word Attack Sometimes I have words flying at me Entering my brain Trying to make sentences. Releasing themselves From mind over full to flow on pages. Filling them with marks and dots. Occasionally making a complete thought. Otherwise making scatters senseless Of what little matters. What is it you want …
Wind Blown Thoughts Driftwood lies, burned out And charred Like a totem with Large mouth gaping for Sea blown air. Frispies flying To babbling heads. A sea plane skims Waves and whirs Over cliffs To catch disappearing Pelicans. Wind blown thoughts. Wave crashed dreams Purify themselves. Slide gently up the beach Smooth out sadness. Reshaping …
I m a g e s Stately pines casting dappled shadow On finely grained sand. Shadows stretching toward the lake Wind around the trees As morning hours grow and pass. Humble hospitality is offered to A small flock of assembled geese. Discreetly the creatures withdraw Their ballet forms. To the water’s edge— People trickle in …
Dream Tabernacle Aloft, adrift in a wave free sea. Blown, tossed, floating Clouds form intense Lucidities. Inspiration Soars higher. Blue sounds of Sky sea creaks, Laps over cloud Vibration. Blending Om. Dream Tabernacle Dew dropped light flecked Farallones. Brightness merges Sea and sky. by Janet Brugos Half Moon Bay, CA 1990
Moments Moments tick, A metronome. Gypsy runs wild. Caravan Fleeing Thoughts. Calm meditative Spirit Balances body Inner search Depth, value. Wind swept Tresses. Time Abyss. Perpetual moving Eyes chart Faraway plains. Moments dangerously Short Whisk away Love’s moment. by Janet Brugos Paris 1989
“Today is the day that Daddy will be back with us.” my mother announced. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Will he wear his white straw hat with the black ribbon like when he worked in the bank in Chicago?” I asked. “No, I think he will be in uniform and with a different kind of hat.” …
Rock Nest is the setting. You can be comfortable in the most emaciated landscape or uncomfortable in the lap of luxury. I find comfort in my surroundings. I find comfort in other cultures and other countries. I find comfort in friendships and with family. So in the end, my inner setting sets the tone. …
I had to get into San Francisco on October 31 as it was the last day of a photography exhibit, “French Kiss” at Leica Gallery by photographer Peter Turnley. http://www.peterturnley.com/french-kiss-a-love-letter-to-paris. I was aware that the Giants had won the world series and that the parade would be at noon on Market Street. I headed off …