Waiting...

Playing hide and seek
Waiting for tide to come in
A small boat graveyard

Drummer...

He played for an audience of one
When the crowds were not there to distract
The drum answered him when he called
To translate his staccato dictation

Pottery...

I stumbled upon this at one of our taekwondo retreats
One of the cabins was used as a pottery studio
Inside there were bowls and vases of all shapes and sizes
I liked this one in particular
It was rustic in form, with free formed edges
In contrast, the imprint was elegant, uniformed and planned

Storm...

The storm was coming
Brewing beneath the icy surface
Like smoke billowing from a forgotten cigarette

Unrehearsed...

My favorite necklace, held it up, shot it with my iPhone

Uneven
Unscripted
Unmatched
Uninhibited
Unique

Weathered...

old church hallway (sooc)

Stained glass warmed the peeling layers of time

Warning signs...

The signs were there, she just chose not to see
Warnings of danger, of what might be
On thin ice she tread, ever testing fate
Wishing the next step, the hurt would abate
As luck would have it, that layer did crack
Wondering should she forge forward, or quickly turn back
Ahead was the promise of something new, something light
Wallowing behind was that "it", dark as night
She started to swim with confidence she never had before
Wading, exhausted, she pulled herself to shore
The ground pushed up to meet her, giving her time to realize what she had done
Whispered gently in her ear, "no need to look back, my love...you have won."