favorite places
Daises above and heart cloud in blue sky photos by me 😊
Is it
the season?
the sky?
the sea?
or simply new shades of blue
writing love poems across across sky?
💞
Amy Lloyd
Why does this written doe bound through these written woods?
—Wisława Szymborska
My handwriting is all over these woods.
No, my handwriting is these woods,
each tree a half-print, half-cursive scrawl,
each loop a limb. My house is somewhere
here, & I have scribbled myself inside it.
What is home but a book we write, then
read again & again, each time dog-earing
different pages. In the morning I wake
in time to pencil the sun high. How
fragile it is, the world—I almost wrote
the word but caught myself. Either one
could be erased. In these written woods,
branches smudge around me whenever
I take a deep breath. Still, written fawns
lie in the written sunlight that dapples
their backs. What is home but a passage
I’m writing & underlining every time I read it.
–
Written Deer by Maggie Smith
Robin O’Neal magical photos above @ Lindner Park
A few seconds before happiness
tore poems from my heart
it occurs to me
once again
that everything is grace
both sides of the gift are equal
that to fly free and ride the shining sunbeams
means trusting your pilot completely
even in the uneven spaces pushing against us
knowing my pilot opens my soul to sheer beauty
to rivers of adventure cutting through my grids of protection
through my grasping of thin shreds
through unnecessary issues of control
I am suddenly aware
the gates to the kingdom live right here
open when I step forward
in this confident level of knowing
in this bursting moment of joy
in this perfect snowflake of eternal beauty
created just to melt unseen by mortals
forever imprinted into this worlds history
just because
all because
in every which way
because of love
✈️
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 