Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poetry - Devil's Lake, Wisconsin


Devil’s Lake, Wisconsin

on the cusp of fall
remnants of summer still tempt
boats wait on sandy shore
hills promise tranquil journeys
fair weather guests have gone home



Photo by Judy Beaston, September 2012
Poem by Judy Beaston, April 2013

Sunday, April 28, 2013

A Writer's Place - tanka

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A Writer’s Place

dreams hidden below
office landscapes, beg a song
their story be told
how ideas flowed, gave them life
then held them frozen in time

simple collections
gather upon the palettes
of creative minds
story snippets, colored notes
pregnant keyboard awaits birth



Photo and poetry by Judy Beaston, 2013

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Cannon Beach - a tanka


Cannon Beach

ocean air dances
sand, salt, and sea spray hold hands
coax beach wanderers
onto soft sandy reaches
for long walks, meditation


Photo and poem by Judy Beaston

Friday, April 26, 2013

tanka - spring synergy



spring synergy

winter’s chill undone
beneath clear warmth of spring’s sun
stretched upon the deck
slender cat soothes aging joints
eyes closed, body drinks pure bliss



Photo by Judy Beaston
Poem by Judy Beaston, April 26, 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

poetry - tanka



flower field

waning rays’ soft glow
deepens tulip buds’ blushes
magenta, crimson
soldier on, row after row
silent stewards of beauty



Photo - Bing.com/images, Tulip Field, wallpaper 
Poem by Judy Beaston, April 25, 2013

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Charmed by Spring

Took most of the day off to step back into nature by visiting the Japanese Garden here in Portland. The tranquility refreshes me, even with other people wandering around. I took my time, breathed in the colors, the energized silence. I actually prefer being alone here. When I visit with a friend, words break the spell too often.

I was surrounded by some elegant pink blossomed trees, a few strong reds and the promise of much growth to come. Promise - a good word. The promise of releasing the weight of the busyness of life, the promise of shaking off winter and embracing the energy of new life and the promise of what waits when I return - soon - for my next visit.

Perhaps tomorrow, a poem...