Posted in the “Simply” series
“If one does not know
to which port one is sailing,
no wind is favorable”
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Simply… A Sailing Race
Daily Archives: February 9, 2017
Simply… Palm Trees
Posted in the “Simply” series
“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
― Kahlil Gibran
Simply… Palm Trees
Simply… “Bird” Cloud
Posted in the “Simply” series
There is no cloud above my head
– there is not even a mist”
Jacob Zuma
Simply… “Bird” Cloud
Simply… Mountains
Posted in the “Simply” series
“The top of one mountain
is always the bottom of another”
Marianne Williamson
Simply… Mountains
Simply… Birds and Clouds at Play
Posted in the “Simply” series
“No bird soars too high
if he soars with his own wings”
William Blake
Simply… Birds and Clouds at Play
Solitude (five)
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
At the turn of the hour
The lone yellow flower
Has mustered all its power
Fully loaded with a new attitude
To leave the state of solitude
Solitude (one)
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
On the barren land
Which the owners damned
A solitary flower stands
In a soil filled with sand
It may not be grand
But still in demand
Solitude (two)
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
From the cold hard rock
Little yellow things found their dock
Now in the summer’s breeze
The tiny flowers cheerfully flock
Solitude (six)
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
Into the open air it fled
Its wings wide spread
A solitary bird
Without its herd
Into the horizon to be blurred
Solitude (eight)
Posted in the Daily Post: Solitude
“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac
Solitude
On the rocks was seen
The solitary house
Fit for a queen
And even a mouse
Rantings Of A Third Kind 