Friday, August 29, 2014

On Marshmallow Clouds

A bundle of blooms,
cruise a pool of cool hues,
petals fragrant and floating,
like tiny perfumed balloons.

If I could wing with the wind,
and on marshmallow clouds,
catch my breath as I sit,

I'd marvel at my majestic
   bird's eye view visit.

But the sea beckons me 
to dip into its depths,
so I jump off my cloud,
as I take one big breath,
then, drift on the water,
like the petals in bloom. 

Thanks for visiting
and happy weekend!

Poolside Pastimes

Under a canopy of
  autumn toned leaves,
a shady, summertime spot,
 I plant myself daily
with my favourite anthology
and plenty of good food for thought.

I am poolside.
Propped up near my pretties,

and not far from the feline
that likes to flirt with the lens,

a pastime of his own,
 for which he is well-known,


 and one he can even do in his sleep!

But I digress.
So, back to my maple, 
my umbrella of
 leafy protection,
to lose myself in
 a poet laureate's
words of whimsy
and witty finesse.


Thanks for visiting,
and have a lovely week!

Plaka: Engraved in Stone

Fireballs of bougainvillea, 
ablaze in a tangle of magenta flames,
show off their beaming beauty,
putting their partner in green to shame.

 Around the corner, slabs of stone,
in tones of grey and brown and gold,

outshine new planks of bold, bright blue
despite being cracked and chipped and old.

After all, the sea and sand and fields
nearby, boast a harmony of these hues,

while a seaside restaurant chooses them
 to allure passersby with appetizing views.

In the distance, the island of Spinalonga, the Venetian fortress that subsequently became a leper colony in 1903.

 Plaka, named for all the stone 
indigenous to this pebbly, coastal place,

'Today, mine. Tomorrow, another's', and although it does 
not appear here, the phrase continues, 'But never, no one's'.

has its history, engraved permanently,
into many a carved and chiselled space.

Thanks for visiting!

Escape to Plaka and A Prayer

A dilapidated cafe, Plaka, Crete

When things get a little hectic, 
or worry is wearing me down,
I drown myself in distress,
or, I get out of town.

 I am always drawn to the sea, 
(perhaps it's the Pisces in me),
Fishing boats, anchored and awaiting new passengers, Plaka, Crete

 and so, when that crystal hue
of Aegean blue is in view,

 my mood magically lifts,
my perspective shifts,
and suddenly, I am
floating in a sea of hope.

Please join me,
and say a prayer for my
sweet friend, Tammy,
witty writer of the Peanut,  
who is faced with some
challenges of her own 
at this time.
Thanks for visiting
and have a wonderful week!