Shades of blue…

angels in the blue

The sky
was a perfect shade
of heaven…
from up above,
cast their blessings…
in shades of blue
they scooped up
all my sorrow…
and in soft twilight
I felt them quietly follow…

Must love tea… &

“When I drink tea I am conscious of peace. The cool breath of heaven rises in my sleeves, and blows my cares away.”
― Lo Tung

teapots all in a row

Trails of paint
splashes of color…
teapots that embody culture…
sketches of dreamy views
quirky Ceramics
a grateful muse…
reflections of a sanguine career,
holding space
assembling cheer…

Art by Linda

When she was a child…

“Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
it calls me on and on across the universe.”
― John Lennon


she hails from a city
near the mountains of the moon,
where the savannah hisses
on sultry
and stars fall in lucent immersions,
touching Earth without any urging…

On torrid evenings, when gasping for breath,
she foreknew paradise in
mystical depth…
in the fragrant meadows, of grasshopper haunts,
she believed the impressions
beyond her thoughts…

and she traversed dark oceans,
with invisible lords,
fantastical journeys of a timeless form,

she made secret vows
with the unsaid,
alliances bound by a silver thread
uniting her with her heavenly core,
never again
should be ignored…

Baptized in forgiveness
she recast the script…
named by a Starfleet from a lunar eclipse,
where every tribe
flows through
her veins,
freed from the chants of hellish refrain…

when she was a child, she wanted to be….
a dreamer
a poet
of fantasy…

image courtesy PixaBay #Nairobi


“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
― Roald Dahl

the in-betweens

She found magic in the in-betweens,
things some have never seen…
She paused
in the stillness of rosé hues,
a quiet blush
delighted her muse…
and weariness began to shift,
a deep awareness
of secret gifts…
And bees whispered
in rhythmic tones,
it was the holiness she’d always known…