Guest Photographer Kit Hewitt offers us these beautifully lit wispy clouds to stimulate our imaginations. I look foreword to what pictures, stories of poems this picture might stimulate. And hey if you have photos of clouds send them along or let us know about your post. I’m willing to be a cloud clearing house. Hmmm maybe in more ways than one. After all Light Words is here to brighten your day.
Come on in
“August is the
Backyard of Summer”
have a seat and stay awhile
in the sun
in the shade
with a friend
or catch a nap!
Every where we went in Sanoma County there were Adirondack chairs. They are so comfortable. Which one do you prefer? The lovely lady in the big blue chair is my daughter.
Can we see the creatures
Can we see sea creatures
that dwell beneath the surface
monsters of the deep
of our conscious perception,
legends of dragons
and opens ourselves up to the
fears and hopes
unconscious energies of our emotions,
Poseidon will save us, the Sea witch will steal our voices!
and to the submerged psychic
We will discover we have enough of everything we need
structures of our personalities?
and we are lovable and capable.
Found poetry. The bold faced words are from a sentence, I found and modified, describing what we may experience during the eclipse and the shadow words are my interpretation.
A Ramblin’ Rose.
I chose to buy this house over 25 years ago.
A plumber cut it to the ground once
but it just keeps crusin’ up the side of wall.
For everyone who Beeped me yesterday I found this: A Labor of love that someone worked really hard to put together. It is perfect combination of the Art and Music of the 1950. Ramblers and Rock and Roll. The page after it you may find the Purple People Eater. How old were you when that came out?
Rambling With LeRoy
My grandfather always had Ramblers.
the big Ambassadors
the ones with a big wide shelf across
the back so big I could lay on it
and watch big animal clouds
float by on the drive to Oklahoma City
Then one year someone
talked him into an Edsel
he died the next.
Revenge of the Rambler
or curse of the Edsel?
or the end of a life
as a Wild Cater in the
Kansas and Oklahoma oil fields.
Interesting where I go when I let go and ramble. Thanks for crusin’ along with me. Happy ramblin’ one and all.