Posted in Fall, tagged art, contemplation, dance, music, paint, photography, stories, the muse, writing on November 14, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Living brush strokes paint the forest.
Swaying limbs bring dance to the woods.
A flying orchestra fills the outdoors with music.
Stories come alive from morning till night.
Art lives and breathes in the natural world.
It is the perfect place to come to be inspired,
for the muse is at home in the forest.
Posted in Fall, tagged awareness, contemplation, photography, stories, tales, writing on October 21, 2011| 1 Comment »
The prow of an old building comes at you, plying the vanished waters
of a ghost sea; cargo abandoned, passengers, crew and captain
long disembarked. In the wake of the creaking hull there are stories –
histories of travellers no longer here, most forgotten.
The tales are adrift, waterlogged and sinking, slowly,
inevitably below the surface of our awareness.
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