saturday stare #9

“mommy………daddy………”

blue eyes stare straight on

prepared to see and be seen

so doggedly………..cute

*a note from Issi’s biographer: the second line of the haiku is interchangeable with the following options:

her tumtum yearns for chow chow

the daily vroom vroom awaits

ready for a special treat

dressed to impress the boyfriends

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I read…

I rejoice in your words…

I drown in your thoughts…

I connect with your spirit and dance…

…….

I am on the outside ~ looking in ~ an admirer from afar…

…….

reading feelings

expressed in verses ~

flowing

straight

from your heart……..

Monday in Paris #4

the view from the Musee d’Orsay

“I see dreams ~ ready to conquer…”

*This photo was taken from the Musee d’Orsay. On the left of the photo (behind the Hausmannian Buildings which run along the length of the photograph) is the Palais Garnier – Opera Nationale de Paris. On the right is Montmartre – home of Sacre-Coeur.*

we ~ ~ ~

we tiptoe around one another’s thoughts

and

play in one another’s dreams.

we swim in one another’s veins

and

tug on one another’s heart strings.

we

are

writers,

readers,

lovers,

friends

~ transforming ~

the essence of who we are

into

words with wings ~ setting them free

to soar

upon the world.

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

inner space

my words stand on the inside

looking ~ and ~ wanting

to be embraced

by

understanding

and

by eyes ~ that listen…

Monday in Paris #3

The Louvre

the lights of Paris have embraced my mind

and

inspired my thoughts ~

reigniting dreams

from

a childhood…… long passed……

a reverie

~

my

heart

dances

to the rhapsody

of

your

dreams

~

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.