no trespassing…
it must be expressed
i guess
even though
i already know
that it’s not my place
within this space
i already know
this is so
and yet
i bet
if i did go
inside
i would not need to
hide
my face
Image: photo taken in New Athens, Illinois . 2016
walking the rail
is a game
that lasts
a short time
until the
unnatural
tame
balance
on the line
gives us up
Image: A combination of two photographs. One was taken at a railroad crossing just south of New Athens, Illinois. The other is an older photograph of a quilt that I used at the house in Oregon. The tracks represent the journey of schedules and rules that man makes. The quilt represents the comfort that exists off the track.
people do not fit in boxes
they fit into skin
only dead folks can be put into boxes
image . by nancy marie davis 2016
he once said outloud
with a strong
sure
voice
“those are buttermilk clouds”
i did not doubt him
for i loved the sound
of the words
that i heard
before
now
his voice is weak
and barely heard
above the sound of the
oxygen machine
now
he is hooked-up
in a solitary way
the food
the tube
entering through skin
into his stomach
no more hunger
now
only death can
release him
from the pain
the thorn
in his side
is breath
Photo ~ taken just outside of St. Libory, Illinois, on the way back from Indiana. Which was a trip to see the man that told me of buttermilk clouds.. The grandfather of my daughters and my ex-husband’s father. May 2, 2016.
Nancy
i went forward
into the past
young men
set in a way
until they believed
it was their way
in them
is
that little skip
in their step
the swagger
no one bothers
to tell them
they still have
one plus one
added up to nothing
one too many times
and
the counting stopped
if there is a plan
someone else has it
black ink
print
on brittle yellow paper
telling
when the flight will
leave
and where
it will land
sooner or later
she used scissors
cutting around colour
placing each rounded patch
onto the table
pink near peach and gold
yellow by orange
and near the purple
she placed blue
sunlight caught in the middle of tiny leaves
green flaming butterfly wings on black branches
feeling more like a new year than january ever did
the last breath of winter carried on the wind
i am in no hurry to plant or weed
or pay head to watering, sunscreen, or
hiding from the heat
i love a light breeze and lilacs showing purple
open floor
plan split
bedroom
concept vaulted
ceilings in the living
room and bedroom 3
large lot gas fireplace
3-car garage with
side door wired
for surround
sound kitchen 2 tiered
counter for seating stainless
appliances master
suite master
bath walk-in
closet basement 9′ pour
for higher ceilings a bathroom
rough-in two egress
windows high
efficiency heating
cooling system covered
deck with ceiling
fan landscaping
in front and rear
of home
the words are old
feelings through the ages
we can make new words
we can make love
it will feel new
there
are little
somethings
along
the way
a little
goodness
to keep
you
a little
kick in the
pants
a little
kiss
smile
word
or
wink
a little
blink
in time
i wonder…what makes people perceive something as beautiful.
sometimes something just needs a new name, or to be hung on a clean, white wall so that people can look at it in a new way.
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May 25, 1911 ~ November 13, 2012 . age 101
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When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said,
“I am
the light
of
the
world.
Whoever
follows
me
will never
walk in darkness,
but
will have the light
of life.”
.
john 8 12
I have been blogging for many years, and i have changed blogs, made new blogs, gone from blogger to wordpress and now both. I have three blogs at the moment. It has been interesting to say the least.
Writing on a blog has shown me that there are other people in the world that have some of the same interests as me. Through other bloggers i have learned what words can do. I have been encouraged and Loved in the many comments that have come my way.
People have come and gone, just like in any other part of my life. There is a time for everything. Everything has a season in our lives. I have found that to be true online that same as anywhere else. Except for the fact that being in the same space physically is usually out of the question.
At times people are led to do something together for a while.. To create something, or build something. Or they are led to say something to someone only once.
Anyway, what i am trying to say is that my time online, is just that…time online. And i don’t know anything beyond that.
I do know however, that i am sticking to a plan, which is God’s plan, and not my plan. And that is who i will continue to listen to.
So i don’t know exactly what is going to happen here, or anywhere else for that matter. But i know that that there will always be change.
The change i have been noticing in my blogging is that i read less. I was trying to keep up with everyone’s blogs because i like the people. But, some people post long and often and i just could not keep up. And so i stopped reading some and i’m reading others less often. It’s a gradual change, but, i see it happening.
I have exchanged a few postal addresses over the years with some bloggers, so some communication now has that added perspective. I don’t know if it will replace other types or not, it is just another gradual change that i have noticed happening.
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