As the sun dipped its needles in gold, it showed its selflessness in producing life empowering O2we and wonder while its fruit lay at its feet ready to transform the earth beneath
On a cool winter day
You can hear the past whisper
Bygones are bygones
Let the sun shine in
Butterflies bring coolness
On a hot summer day
Tiger Swallowtail and Brickellia cordifolia
Look
Sweetness
In the backyard
It’s full of li’l pads
the pond yonder
where frogs croak happily
day and night
without a fright
St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge
What good are earthly possessions
In a make-believe world
Where golden palaces are more important than
The shattered lives with which they were built
A bit of sunshine
From here to you
Just because
– Make it shine –
Snow Whites
On a bed of green
Waiting for the prince
Will he dare to be kissed
By hearts flaming with liberté?
With bent head
she wondered
why surrender
when there is a promise
that tomorrow the sun will shine
Thank you science for providing the internet and connecting us all
And the light
penetrated the scorched earth
as all assembled as one
and they acknowledged that
they could only be saved by saving her
This week we have had unusually cold weather for this time of the year. The late frost damaged some non-native and native plants and trees. The flaming azaleas with their fierce orange hues are standing out.
Shell-shocked in a changing climate
Flaming fires are unperturbed
A collective day of global celebration
Recognizing women’s economic, political, and social achievements
The Azaleas are blooming with gusto
Piedmont Azalea (3-7-17)
A gray wall
brightened by tantalizing art
Nelson, New Zealand, December 2016
No more silence
poets’ juices
should be flowing
relentlessly
shaking the world
that sings hallelujahs
admires golden curtains
making prisoners
of friends and foes
who disobey the insane
Build connections not walls
Zealandia, New Zealand, December 2016
Lord of the rings
Ice blue lakes
Barren deserts
Challenging peaks
United in one
New Zealand, December 2016
We
Are Wishing
Everybody and Everyone
Joyous Holidays and a Peaceful New Year!
To be at peace
Is sitting quietly
In the morning sun
Knowing the day ahead
Is free for the taking
If you listen quietly
You will hear the whispers
Stay ever so still and
Whispers will become messages
Loud and clear without a doubt
When bullies are put in control, superficial silence descends with an undercurrent of resistance that will clean house as empty promises are shattered paving the way for good.
Fallen
Facing the world
with rosy cheeks
Submerged
In a dream world
Escaping reality
If only for a moment
To keep one’s sanity
Facing the wind
Like a rock
Unperturbed
A colorful cloud show
Filled with gratitude
Simple and earnest
The way it should be
Rosy finds
Tantalizing to some
Treacherous all along
The earth crumbles under my feet
Is this the end
Or the beginning of Winter of the World?
I look up
It makes me wonder
If the sun can shine through insanity
Angel hair
In the woods
Light entwines
Palettes blush
Flaming hearts
Pierced by dark lines
Softened by a yellow breeze
Psychedelic delectable waters
Snouts appear
Lines are dancing
Thou shall climb
Beckoned the mountain
Give me the sun
Countered the Aster
Ik ruik de zonneschijn
Zolang verborgen
Maar nu even niet
Ik ruik de zonneschijn
Op alles wat ik zie
Heel even maar
In oneindigheid
I smell the sunshine
Long hidden
But not now
I smell the sunshine
On everything I see
Just for a moment
In infinity
Dizzyingly Mesmerizing
Lost in
Yellow, White, and Green
Anarette
Since Benji joined our crew, his posts have attracted a lot of new followers to this blog. I thought it would only be fair to give Benji his own website. I called it Life of Benji, just check it out. On this blog, Anarette, I will continue to post my poems and photographs to reconnect body, mind, and nature.
Enjoy
11 + 11 = B N Z
OR
HIP HIP HOORAY
Benji 11 months & Ms. Zulu 11 years
Yesterday, I showed you a watercolor painting experiment and promised to explain what was on the painting. To be honest, I had nothing in mind when I started painting. These paintings just start with a couple of colors, like my poems start with random words. This time, I started with the yellow spot on the left. It looked like a pointed cap to me and the green figure on the left sort of grew from there. On the right, I started with blue paint, and it slowly morphed into what looks like an ostrich to me. I felt that something was missing, so I drew the blue-yellow dot on the top last.
Here is my two cents interpretation. Maybe my subconscious tried to paint the current world situation: lots of meanness in combination with ostrichism. The green figure represents nature or innocence that is overtaken by greed (red color) . The right figure is about people ignoring the issues at stake. Which issues, you ask? Well, any. I am sure you can think of some… accelerated climate change, inequality, etc. The small blue bird with the yellow dots on the top represents hope although it seems to be in a downward spiral. But hey, maybe if the ostrich gets its head out of the sand and spreads its wings in time, it will catch the bird and all will be well. -THE END-
By now, most of you know that I like to take photos and write poems. About one year ago, I caught the watercolor painting bug. I painted as a child, but never tried it as an adult. Well, that is not completely true; I have painted the houses I’ve lived in. Yes, I know; that is so boring! Had I known that I missed out on a lot of fun, I would have tried watercolor painting sooner. Here is an example of my work. I am not using any captions; you tell me what you see. Happy Monday!
Great news; after months of studying, Benji has been officially accepted into the animal therapy training program, see Benji’s Blog.
What’s up, you ask? Well, we are busy playing games… Here is the Rain Pipe Game that Benji and I invented on one of those rainy days, see also Benji’s Blog. Ms. Zulu loves to watch and get treats for just sitting pretty…
Mid June?
No way…
What happened?
Not sure…
Life?
Anyhow…
Hope the sun shines on your side
WOOFF!
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
There was a small puppy
Waiting in a shelter
For his forever home
Finally, at long last
His wish was granted
And he ate, and ate
And grew, and grew
To be continued…
© 2015 Anarette
Benji is now 13.5 weeks old. Lots has happened since the interview with Dougy and Andy; it is hard to keep track. I think we can divide what has happened into three basic categories: PLAY, EAT, and SLEEP.