Everyday Life · Friendship · Guest Author · Guest Photographer · Uncategorized

The Time Capsule: by Penny Preston 5/22/18

My calendar must be replaced

this I hate to do.

The memories invoked within are pleasing to review.

 

I’ll forget about the dentist.

Don’t remind me of the vet,

but the movie night with girlfriends

brought some fun I don’t regret.

 

I enjoyed the cookout with my sons.

Had pleasure at the beach

The potluck at work had lots of laughts

I like reliving each…

 

I, now, glance down into my purse

my checkbook is all full.

ohhh…. the craftshow ….

Guest Photographer · Love · Nature

Down to Earth 5/11/18

The best part of me

is also the worst

always in my head

always far away

 

Dreaming of stories

playing fantasy

never in the now

never truly here

 

All the more wildly I need,

 

a heavenly body

to pull me to earth

a true dream girl

to wake me right up

 

a soul like yours

 

to keep me present

show me whats around

 

pull me down

down

deeper down

 

to earth, this wonderful earth

to life, this wonderful life

to this moment,

here with you,

 

my beautiful love.

Everyday Life · Guest Photographer · Nature

Limp Again 4/24/18

I am running fast enough

to never catch my breath

build, create, dismantle

until I’ve nothing left

 

step, turn, and step again

I run further on,

break my legs

and limp for days

never noticing the ponds

 

I run too hard

and hurt myself

I’ll probably do it again

bathe in blood, and sweat, and sin

why did I begin?

 

oh so fast,

I limp again,

 

I pray life slows me down.

If it can only teach itself

or learn a method how.

Friendship · Guest Photographer

To the men who made me 4/20/2018

To the men who made me

forged me from steel

you’ve given me strength

and a love more real,

than ever I’ve known,

or ever I’ll feel.

 

Dear father, please hear me

know deep my heart

you’ve shown me life’s gears,

its machinations,

its parts.

 

Dear brother, you whole wild youth

I see earthly remains

of bold innate truth,

its brave fortitude,

burning greatly in you.

 

To the men who made me

chiseled from stone

you’ve given more life

than ever I’ve known

 

and I’ll love you more

than can ever be shown.

Guest Photographer · Nature · Travel

The Calling 4/13/2018

To the road on the hill

which beacons me softly

whispering sweetly,

 

“do not survive, but thrive

take the immaculate misconception

and run from it”

 

To the house by the lake

which acts as bait

to take me

entrap me,

 

“do not maintain, or know restraint

take the inconceivable deviation

and drive far away”

 

To the clouds on the horizon

which go on forever

stating plainly,

 

“do not stay in this safety

go boldly,freely

up

and on”