Still life

“And in an age of constant movement, nothing is more urgent than sitting still.” —Pico Iyer

I drop a pebble
into my own depth
when it hits
I feel the ripple
spread out
into liquid light
no flashlight needed
for this journey.

With my lips
pressed to the ground
Mother earth
rolls onto
my every breath
shows me
the face I had
before I was born.

Stacy Liddle


Amid the tallest trees

“It is not a daily increase, but a daily decrease.  Hack away at the inessentials.” ―Bruce Lee

I found it
just as I
was catching
my breath

amid the tallest trees
the infinite blue ridges
shining brilliant in the suns light
a guide on my horizon

made of stone
and yet
it opened up
like a petal

polished free
of yesterdays regret
I found
an illumined heart

Stacy Liddle


Blue Ridges

“We are surrounded by story.” —Alice McDermott

Appalachian Trail, Georgia

I have been
this kind of day
when I can send
my eyes
open wide.

Stacy Liddle 9/30/2017

Before the storm

“Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.”― Pema Chödrön

The air stills
sending goosebumps
up and down your arms
with a quick glance
you notice the sky
well before evening
sneaking into its darker
shades of gray and black
the entire meadow
feels like it stands up taller
as if reaching
to shake hands
with the incoming rain.

Stacy Liddle 9/20/2017


Changing seasons

“The earth has music for those who listen.” —William Shakespeare

The lake showcases
a haunting display
of misty wisps
it lowers the lights
to settle you
into the new mood
of shorter evenings
can you feel the air
pulling you in tight
for its next dance?

Stacy Liddle 9/8/2017

Stop to ponder

“Life is like a prism. What you see depends on how you turn the glass.” —Jonathan Kellerman

At the water’s edge
I watch
a skipped stone
across the surface

Finally I notice
the inverted reflection
of the pond
casting itself
back at me

The great blue heron
in flight
is now
peering from
below where I stand

Looking back on anything
I always feel that
sense of distortion
a little bit like
a fun-house mirror.

Stacy Liddle

Love lines

“In the end, only three things matter: how much you love, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of the things not meant for you.” —Unknown

The road stopped here
the horizon an open book
starring ahead
can you see all those choices
you made?
worn and tough as the pier
inviting and soft as the lake

How we have danced
in this lifetime
our early roots
bound in ways
I sense in my bones
as well as my heart

It is love
I do know that
like sap in a tree
and the ghosts
I can still see from
where they fell
it is our love line.

Stacy Liddle

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