Category Archives: play

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Vision

penguin

(photo credit: personal photo)
I saw with my own eyes
a humpback breach
on cool grey waters. An ice berg floating
in the distance.
I did not need a macro lens shutter burst
to know that I had witnessed
a beautiful spectacle.

I saw with my own eyes
elephant seals jostle and wrestle
like young males flexing their muscles
in a gym.
I did not need to check the angle of the sun
or composition of the image before me
in order to enjoy.

I saw with my own eyes
penguins on a black sand beach.
Fur seals and elephant seals lay in the sun.
I sat on a dirt mound, without a camera lens.
Curious chicks waddled close.
I did not need a view finder
to see herringbone feather patterns
an arm’s length away from me.

I saw with my own eyes
seals leap in the bow waves of our boat.
Somersaults and flips
brought a smile to my face.
I did not need video replay to witness
their fun living in the moment.

I saw with my own eyes.
I heard with my own ears.
I do not need technology to know
life is not meant to be
viewed through a narrow lens.
I want the panorama.

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Dear Friends

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December wishes
sparkle among starlit skies
rise along moonbeams

trace a path of hope
from your lips to my heart

Dear friends,
I want to wish you all the best of the holiday season. I am grateful for the inspiration I have received from reading many of your posts and I am grateful for the encouraging comments many of you have chosen to send to me.
I will be away until January 8th for a fabulous trip to Antarctica. I plan to share photos and thoughts about the trip when I return!
Merry Christmas Everyone
May 2016 be more than Amazing 🙂
Sincerely,
Mary

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The Pen, My Friend

ink splash

The pen, my friend, lays quiet.
Aches for my touch.
I ignore it.
Too busy.
I flit here and there,
a gnat disturbing activities
just enough to be annoying
but not enough to make
a lasting difference.

My friend, the pen, waits.
Silent.
Until I have no choice
but to return.
I see her lying there calm and quiet.
I return to unleash chaos.
I splash ink across the page.
I saturate white with explosive ideas.
Thoughts that have been
hibernating, dormant,
hovering on the cusp of awareness,
release.
A frenzy of strokes and letters
circle up and down
until my pen begs to be put down.
It cries to be ignored again
so it can catch its breath,
relax,
dissolve into peace.

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Camaraderie

autumn leaf

(internet photo)

They come together two by two.
One arrives alone.
A pilgrimage to the mountains.

Hillside blazes yellow, orange and red,
leafy flames igniting trails high above the valley.
Footsteps crunch.
Laughter piggy backs on the wind.
Two ravens swoop in unison,
wing tips brushing conversations below.

Robust feasts surround
fermented offerings.
Drunk with stories, new and old,
words sway and wobble among the guests.

Log walls stand stone still.
Observing.
Mum to all.

In the morning
flowered china,
chipped and cracked,
holds warms muffins
and fresh fruit.

They depart, as they came,
in pairs, and one alone.
A simple reminder
that solitude does not have to mean
lonely.

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Splash a Rhythm

rain

Music tapped at my window this morning.
A wet beat ran down my pane and dripped into my dreams.
I awoke with a song in my head, a moisture chorus
surrounding my world in a watery ditty.

Rain dropped and trickled,
plopped and splashed,
It dribbled and drizzled,
sprinkled and sprayed.

Like an amateur band jamming for fun, enjoying simple play,
the showers continued their invitation to come out;
to hum in the mizzle, and stomp in the mist,
splash a rhythm in puddles and create my own tune;
an impromptu session, special performance
with Madame Nature.