dynamics

I cross T’s, I dot i’s.

I string words into lines ~ ~ ~ of verse,

I create a vessel in which to sail

upon

an ever-changing sea

~ yet ~

it

is

deep

within

the static pools of silence…

where

I

dive

beneath each

sigh ~

a n d

generate a current

of

thoughts

and

feelings.

angels

an angel above Paris

then, now…….for always

a silent omnipresence

sight of grace rings hope

Wordless Wednesday

Prepping for Spring Break!!!

inner space

my words stand on the inside

looking ~ and ~ wanting

to be embraced

by

understanding

and

by eyes ~ that listen…

saturday stare #7

~ rocking mommy’s shades ~

….. being a cool, hip chick …..

reflections by Issi – part 3

couching

when I am not on the deck

or

out…. walking around,

I enjoy lounging amongst the pillows

on the big comfy couch.

there are times when daddy joins me

and

we watch some tv

but

most of the time… I snooze

and

romp around… in my dreams.

~ words by Issi as told by mommy ~

a reverie

~

my

heart

dances

to the rhapsody

of

your

dreams

~

reflections by Issi – part 2

prints in the snow

ohhhhhhhh…………..what do we have here?

……………a straight line to where…………?

.…………..can it be my beloved……………….

….the handsome neighborhood stud muffin?

~ words by Issi as told to mommy ~

** Note from mommy: We live on the Des Plaines River Trail, which is another word for an interstate highway for all sorts of wildlife. One in particular is ‘stud muffin’, who we know to be a coyote. We see them on occasion and Issi certainly smells them. They have the coolest tracks – single file. How they manage to walk in a single file line with 4 legs/paws is amazing.

Wordless Wednesday

a touch of pink

Monday in Paris #2

Saint Jean-Baptiste by Jean Dampt at the Musee d’Orsay

with words spoken to my heart

~ and ~

a silent kiss placed upon my soul,

she speaks to me in a voice…

interpreted

by my imagination.