Walking Log #1 – Here there be dragons

I had a crazy idea.  You see, each time I go for a walk, I snap a quick picture of something that interests me.  Today I thought, what if I wrote about my walks and shared the photos and whatever else might come to mind?  Well, it’s my blog, isn’t it?  Why the hell not?  So here goes.  I don’t know if it qualifies as poetry or not, but maybe someday it might.  Even if it doesn’t, it was fun and that’s really all that matters in the end.

Sent from my iPod –

Trees bending, wiggly, tickle fingers my way
Crimson bushes, heart-shaped, then not
Breeze pushing, increasing the pace
Millipede-leg tree leaves dancing wildly
While conifer partners softly sway
Sudden scent, lilacs
Pounding pulse on concrete
Vivid purple spikes
Spindly spider, Dragons in the clouds

Home.

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I see a dragon taking flight, head held up and back on it’s long neck, with a faint wisp of smoke curling from it’s snout.

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I see only the dragon’s head, mouth gaping, eyes sunken, and horns trailing back to the right of the frame.

2011 Wrap Up

A little more than a year ago, I timidly wandered into the Blogosphere hoping for nothing more than a creative outlet.  To my surprise, I have gained so much more than that.  I have no words for the depth of the gratitude I feel for the support, encouragement, and friendship I have received from so many.  I am overwhelmed.  Thank you.

I’ve heard that you can’t move forward without looking back, so I thought this would be an appropriate time to share one of my favorite posts from each month with you.  I hope all of your years to come are filled with joy, adventure and love.  Thank you for sharing my journey with me!

January

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Life’s Road

When I was a morose teenager, I wrote a poem I called “Life’s Road.”  Like most angst-ridden hormonal prose, it was never really meant to be shared.  It was just a method for me to purge some of my juvenile emotions.  Here’s what I can remember:

Life’s road is filled with many twists and turns

And from tragedy to tragedy, one never learns

That the potholes in the Road are meant to be

Small reminders throughout history

That we must pick ourselves up and dust off the dirt

And let no one else know how much we hurt

Else those we love and in which we’ll confide

Become strangers who leave us cruelly behind.

 Looking back, I hardly recognize that person anymore.  So many things have changed and shaped who I am today to led me to this point in my life.  I have been a Mary Kay consultant, flight instructor, and business owner.  I am a wife, mother, and aunt.  I have realized my dream of flying a Learjet, which I wanted to do ever since I first laid eyes on its sexy, agile fuselage.  And now, I even have the audacity to call myself a writer

The person who wrote that poem could not have even imagined that she would one day fly a Learjet at 45,000 feet and witness the spellbinding beauty of the Northern Lights illuminating the barely noticeable curvature of the Earth.  She did not know that not only would she have children of her own, but that each one of those children would be tiny pieces of her soul exposed to whatever Life’s Road may throw at them.  She never dreamed that she could ever write anything that anyone would care to read.

In this last year alone, I have learned so much.  I have very hesitantly shared my thoughts and have received more than my share of encouragement.  I have made new friends and re-ignited a passion for writing that allows me to share the joy, hope and gratitude that I never knew I could feel when I penned “Life’s Road.”

And the journey continues.  I am overwhelmed by my good fortune and so very happy that I took this fork in the Road.  Thank you for your friendship, your encouragement and for joining me on my expedition of self discovery. 

Now, buckle up.  We’re going for a RIDE!

And Now For Something Completely Different: A Poetic Guest Post

The work of my friend David of DJ Bailey Empires speaks for itself.  I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I did!

~The Beat Stops Here.~
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From the time that I was born
until the day I meet my divine maker
I will be listening to the beatbox drop
the tunes from Lancaster to Grandmaster
Flash..beats & drums, string-strung-strums
to the anesthetic hums of Jimi Hendrix and Social Distortions
Rock & Roll Full Forces
Making it easier for my daze to meet it’s living end.
___ ____ ____
But then there’s that one beat I just can’t stand.
____ ____ ____
That sirens like a chainsaw through galvenized cement grates
The back of a man’s hand hitting a woman’s face.
Her silence grows louder than Hiroshima screams
with the deafening sounds of;..”I’ve had it’s!”
Gliding across her bruised wrist’s.
Now! You’ve just awakened the reckoning
Of Gods fist beckoning me into benevolent vengence
A trade-off penance clock…of~~…”Not on our watch!”
Where we now bring-out devout justice
With Public Enemy’s on Black Stallions
And Black Sabbath’s as Grim Reapers
with seraph swinging sickles, pounding-out in High-def.
stereo surround sound of Led Zepp` P.A. system’s
devouring infamous decibels through his horrendous persistence.
To blast him out of her beatific existence
She was silent!
“And all you gave her was violence..?!”
Once an innocent child
Now a shell of the lady you should of made a Queen
Not a whipping-post martyr round-the-house castaway
With brutish tirades of everything that hadn’t gone your way!
Deconstructing a neglected billboard-drive-by, crying for release
So now…?
She will be carried off into a million overdue `Dignity Sunset’s`
As the sounds projective lights are spinning out of rhythm
With the two left feet, deaf unto her lovely passage
“As the beat….Stops…..Here.”
by David Tartaglia~David Jaxon Bailey…c.

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Looking for more?  In the words of the artist himself:

“DJ Bailey Empires”– is set to express all forms of “original” entertainment…In the form of writing-poetry-spoken word poetry-slam poetry-classical-modern-music-dance-essay-journal-comedy-Dating tips-recipes- or even spinning on your head for an hour. Creative expression with no rules to your freedom of expression. (Except anger & harrassment)…Free to create on this page and share uploads & information , to better enhance the quality of life~love-free will~ and also to create an excepting exposure to the gift of you. dJb~* enjoy~*

An Ode to Procrastination (Not really)

I’d write an Ode to Procrastination, but I haven’t got the time.

Sales and business prognostication weighs heavily on my mind.

Expenses, reports, and P & L – I haven’t got a clue

how to fix (or even tell) Quickbooks what to do.

Maybe I could read a book or blog to clear my head.

Should I give Facebook a quick look or just go back to bed?

Oh, sweet Procrastination, there’s nothing I wouldn’t pay

for an explanation that could magically save the day

and free my weary mind of this monetary drudgery

so that in my joy I could find the time to be with Thee.