Wearing a crown

“If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.” —Emile Zola

Not every seed pod
in the kingdom
wears a crown.

Or the youthful innocence
of a speckled
robins egg face.

Holding inside
powerful
opioid medicines.

Your sedative skills
written on ancient
Egyptian papyrus scrolls

Dorothy and Toto
once saved from a spell
of forever sleep.

Stacy Liddle 4/25/2017

Red Poppy

“Never give from the depths of your well, but from your overflow.” —Rumi

Seated
on the edge
of that
garden plot.

Waiting
watching
willing
a single change.

Finally
blooms appear
as I simply watch
red poppies grow.

Stacy Liddle 4/16/2017

The world as it is

“This is the world as it is. This is where you start.” —Saul D. Alinsky

Dawn opens
the curtain
to display
our spiders
latest work.

Long necked foliage
gives rise
to intense blooms
aiming
for the sky.

Stacy Liddle
4/7/2017

 

Making art

“Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. ” —Thich Nhat Hanh

In the spring
slowly, softly
dawn breaks
lying in wait
finally
that first prism
crosses the horizon
to rouse the day.

Long shadows
make art
in the late
afternoon
as the sun
changes course
sets its sails
for night.

Stacy Liddle 3/28/2017

Speaking in Color

“All the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.―Shel Silverstein

Speaking in Color

I found
this pair
in deep
conversation.

Their spoken
language
in
pure color.

It is said
we color
our own
perceptions.

So maybe someday
I might learn
to understand
the tongue of flowers.

Stacy Liddle 3/20/2017

Boldness

“All sort of things occur to help one that would otherwise never have occurred. Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.”—Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Life cycle

Color pops
bright fuchsia
announcing
thistles
early arrival.

Will our strong
March winds
change
the destiny
of where
its seeds
take root?

Is their really
a master plan
or is
haywire
the natural order?

Stacy Liddle 3/12/2017

 

Canvas of blooms

“Everything distracted me, but most of all myself.”  —Patti Smith

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Nature, beauty’s essence
will change on its own accord.
As Emerson noted,
man and wind are ONE.

Stacy Liddle
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