Perfect Moment Waiting

Written notes

Left in random places

Anonymous in the wind

Waiting for a perfect moment

Of place, time and chance to embrace

To begin a connection between you and me

Voices at Night

Quiet of night

Sometimes scream out to me

Hands covering my ears

Voices penetrating through the cracks of my fingers

 

I see your face

But am unable to call out to you

Maybe it’s for the best

You wont want to hear what I have to say

 

One day I’ll have the courage to tell you

Tell you everything

Until then

I’ll just watch you walk away in silence

 

Originally posted June 13, 2015

 

At a Stand Still Looking Back

Midnights in slow motion

The deafening sound of a moment turning a page

I wonder how I am able to stand so still

Yet in a split second

A blink of an eye

Yesterdays begin to pile up behind me

Unable to reach back

They fade

And I wonder if they’ve become wasted moments in time

 

*Originally posted June 12, 2015

A Season of Migration

Walking in aimless circles

With half of the yellow sun

A season of migration

Destination anywhere

Journey to the edge of the night

 

Fractured karma

Stolen prayers

Paper moons avoid burning candles

A reunion of familiar ghosts follow me

Sharing stories that can’t be untold

 

Bright lights

An alarm clock sings

A jolt opens my eyes

Looking far into the distance

The road ahead shorter than behind

 

White pigeons

Crimson wings

Muted sirens in the sky

A new companion for the journey

Each day is now alive

 

Originally posted July 31, 2015

 

Layers

Polaroids rest on top of aged letters

A collection of connections tied together with string

Overlapping memories evoke laughter and tears

Bound to each other as one

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Originally posted July 10, 2020

Cusco Moments

Burnt orange rooftops

Shadowed alleys, stairways leading up

Fresh lime wedges squeezed on ceviche

Stretched out in courtyards enjoying the sun

Patina tower tops against a backdrop of drifting clouds

Alpaca softness against my skin

Focusing on children’s smiles through camera lenses 

Inca Trail memories still simmering in my head

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Originally posted August 14, 2015

A Walk Through Pere Lachaise

Following spray painted arrows on concrete stones

A flower child spins in circles, creating tie dye swirls, looking up, dancing for the sky

A mosaic of flower petals fit neatly together on the ground where they fell

Smoke from burning incense floats, creating cloud formations at our knees

Hints of the past emerge, a resurrection of another time

But this moment soon blows away

The dance ends

Petals are swept with the wind

The smoke melts into the ground

And I continue on my way, following spray painted arrows, but not empty handed

 

Originally posted October 15, 2015

Caught in a Moment of Time

Wind chimes lost in the distance

Birds flying south for the winter

The last leaf to fall from a tree

Fleeting autumn sighs that blend with the wind

Emptiness caught in a moment of time

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Originally posted September 5, 2015

She Took Black and White Photos

She took black and white photos

Her lense searching for a cure

Zooming in and out of a life that felt alone

Despite the perfect picture in a shiny frame

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She took black and white photos

Because it was easier not to feel

A reflection of herself inside

Looking colorless in a mirror

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She took black and white photos

Would the color ever return?

Waking each morning to capture the sunrise

Hoping one day the sun would appear

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Originally posted August 18, 2015

Life in Rewind

Breathless

Unable to see through the haze

Swimming in the layers of my memories

 

Images pass by

One by one my head turns

Watching my life in rewind

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Originally posted June 23, 2015