traversing…

each gifted

with

one life to live

and

many paths

leading to somewhere ~ always

fading away ~ in time

but

never ceasing to be ~

beautiful.

random ways

a random display

of

this way going that way,

that way going this way

and

all ways going somewhere……..

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

my playbill

my mind

is

a

vast repertoire of choreography,

commissioned

by

my very existence.

with

each step deeply rooted

in

the aesthetics of motion,

I stage

~ movement ~

to

an internal score ~ composed

of

moments, feelings, ideas….

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

let us ponder for a while…

it seems that awhile

is just that ~ ~ ~ awhile.

never anything more,

never anything less

which

makes me wonder ~ ~ ~

awhile can never be forever,

but

awhile is better….than never.

right?