Thursday, June 14, 2012

Tour of Vineland

It's been awhile but I am back!  It has been a hectic few months so I was not able to keep up with blogging.  Here are some pictures of Vineland.  I moved to Vineland a few years ago to be with my husband who grew up in Vineland.  To me, it is the perfect balance of country and city.  Hope you enjoy!

Here is the road I take to work.

I passed by this "door to nowhere" in Vineland all the time.  Unfortunately and for unknown reasons, it is no longer there.  I am glad I captured it on film!

Here is the little playground/park near where I live.

 This sign is near Giampietro Park, near to where I live.  It is a great place to relax.  There are many duck and geese that hang out in the lake there.



One of my favorite things about Vineland is every once in awhile, I will come across a field of sunflowers.   
And, of course, there are many trees in Vineland. 

Hope you enjoyed the tour of some of my favorite things about my town.  Check out more or share your own tour at

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Endurance Haiku


Endurance

droplet vibrates, strong
wind rippling shadows, one
leaf, unbroken stem.


Thursday, March 22, 2012

In the City




In the City

In the city, he tries to come clean
get lost in all the noise,
the cacophony like a Greek chorus
gone mad.

The shoosh of the subway
slides into the station,
her whispers remain against his ear
her voice like the whip of a flag
waving over a foreign territory.
Her body lying still, covers her thoughts
like a soft sand.

He finds his way up the stairs,
the buildings stare down at him
like sentinels guarding some secret
of a lost age.

How huge and small he feels
as he finds his way among the dead
faces, he's never felt more awake
or more
singular.

A clogged artery

the dog that barks at night
the sidewalk has failed.
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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Shades of Green








Shades of Green
I once thought I knew what green was,
mixture of blue and yellow,
the color of grass.
Simple,
unordained,
organic sweetness.

Waking
comes on sometimes
like a slow
moving
tide,
inch by inch,
your eyes widen,
until suddenly,
you see.

Other times,
it is like a tsunami,
lifting you on its crest
to touch the stars.

I now know green,
the jade ocean under an ochre sun,
sage eyes reflected back to me,
your viridian heart with its touch of blue
rising and rising

as dark as blood.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Paths




 
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. "
Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu
Chinese philosopher (604 BC - 531 BC)

That is my philosophy in many things, including photography!


Saturday, February 25, 2012

Lost in the Motion







Zen

I left my thoughts in the wind.
In its invisible motion,
it swept my mind away.

Who am I now who stands
thoughtless,
 free.


Thursday, February 16, 2012

I Heart My Town Shoot Out





 Throwing A Heart out the Window

The years behind us,
your eyes did not even blink,
as useless as dead flesh.

The cantation said,
you held my heart before you,
some strange, pink trophy.

The snow held its silence
as the last of the rhythm
pushed out its red lament.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Haiku Spider

humming a death tune,
the breeze vibrates silken strings.
octave approaches.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Macro Poem




Macro Poem

We walked across childhood;
its coolness washes all the accumulated darknesses
that time has scattered into the wind of our lives.
Pay close attention, heaven is at the ridges.
I will not run from the holes.  I will stroll through
them with a smile.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Insomnia After the Conversation


I wrote this poem around 1998.



Insomnia After the Conversation

This is whole,
right here, right now.
Kill me then. I can't breathe
with the night bearing down
and down, giving birth to nothing
but minutes.
I know. Pain now, wisdom later.
f that. I've only got one here,
one now. The grand lie:
I breathe, eat, sleep. I can survive.
Enough.
Make all the whiteness disapper; I can't take this
void.
Your voice. You convinced me no one is real.
Good job. now I believe in death, in loss, in change.
I hate you, or what I've made of you, full of messages.
Damn. Where's the source? Where's the all?
My pillow is flat. The blankets twisted.
The moon is too bright. I can't sleep.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

You, me, the moon



You, me, the moon after the fight

The moon swooned
like a drunken sailor
dipping his hand into the sea.

What's imported
as the water laps
into dreams?

Getting lost
one way or another,

The sailor flips his palm
like a giant fish;
pale fingers glint wet
like gills.

The boats disappear
into the sea,
into the dark sky and night.
They drown in the orange moon's descent.

We follow.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Fraught

 
The world fraught with snow

makes its way slowly towards Spring.

Sun is no small thing.