Painting

Painting

Watercolors Float Wet on wetCauliflowerSpreadA field of WildflowersDampen betweenGreen flicks of grassesA mirage of sky Sunkissed from belowEach stroke an illusion
Responsibility

Responsibility

My juice spilledI didn’t touch itHonestJuice fairies appeared out of thin airThey tipped my glass Yes, I know and the mother fairies Clipped their wings No more magicUntil the spill is cleaned.
Abbe’s Ruminations – May 2022

Abbe’s Ruminations – May 2022

The saying starting from scratch, reminds me of the time I baked chocolate-chip cookies and for some reason (adding too many eggs, or baking powder) what appeared from the oven was one large cookie. I renamed the product a chocolate-chip cake and it was delicious....
A Nap

A Nap

I slipped off my work clothesRelaxed the bodyDonned the sweatpants and cozy topJust for a minute I sat on the bedThe pillow called meThe blankets enveloped me.The world retreated Without intentMy mind and bodyLeft me alone
Diagnosis: Optimist Who Sees What Is

Diagnosis: Optimist Who Sees What Is

I refuse to be called Pollyannawith a smile that hides truths.My eyes twinkleWith star’s possibilitiesI refuse to be the extinguisherOf passions fire.I choose to reflect what isTo light a room with ideasI choose to create pathwaysThat surround smiles with hope.I...

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