Magic

At the foot of the bed, in the very center of the room, stood an odd looking pedestal.  A miniature elm tree, without leaves, curled its way up from the floor.  Nestled tightly between the branches was a shallow silver bowl inlaid with runes and filled with a mysterious liquid that gave off a faint blue-green glow.  Dipping her hand into the bowl, Andraste’s eyes widened as it brightened at her touch and she quickly pulled her hand back.  None of the liquid stayed on her hand, like water would have; there wasn’t even a ripple in the bowl to indicate her hand had disturbed it.  She gazed at the bowl, perplexed.  The tips of the branches curled over the ornate brim of the bowl into the liquid. 

Seashore

walking on the sandy shore
and listening to the waves
they roll along, a mighty roar
and crash among the caves

the salty air is crisp and cool
betraying the warmth of the sun
among the rocks a tidal pool,
the ocean's secrets undone

and as we walk upon the sand
and gaze upon the swells
i gently hold my lover's hand
and listen to the bells

the buoys sway from side to side
upon the rising sea
in the sky a seagull glides
soaring high and free

Rain

Soggy rainy lakes
Fill my yard both left and right
Please turn off the rain!

Hope

Trapped far beneath the
Dusty surface of the world
A heartfelt rescue
Summed up in one word
Scrawled on the side of a worn
Blue helment: Vive.

Vacation:)

Well, they are hardly poems but pictures are a form of art and expressing creativity as well so here are some from my trip to Sacramento.

I do not belong

I do not belong here;


Among my friends 
who will finish their race 
next year.


And I, 
who have run part of the race with them-
only to stop just short of the finish line;
I have yet to start at the beginning again
when I could have won already.


They fill their heads
with new ideas - 
the cure for cancer perhaps.


My head harbors only
musty bits of numbers-
integrals, matricies,
what is orthogonal again?


Yes. Numbers and words.
Bits of foreign language
that would hardly be understood.


They have collected so much dust
that you cannot even tell
what colors azul and rouge
originally were.


Not that it matters.
Most people speak English
and my friends are long gone
Away to new places
that I am sure would not even consider
taking me in.


No. I will stick to my 
baking, and my video games
and pretend this is all
I could ever want.

Epic

I found a perfect
Rose; White and pure with verdant
Leaves. But finding it


Is like finding a
Weed when compared to feeling
I've aced my math test

Phlox grows wild as moss on a tree
on the north-facing slopes.

A pink dogwood blooms adamantly
in the midst of the greens and browns
of apple trees attempting to crowd it,
searching for a light of their own.

The evening sun throws thick shadows
on the snow-laden mountain
to the south. It looms larger
than before, the sun-touched east face
a beacon in the growing dark.

Farther down the road,
the pale blossoms of the orchards
are alive with lights, as if instead of bees,
thousands of fireflies have arrived.

The trees glow against the hills
and the deep blue of the evening sky
is puddled in the rumble strips
with the day's rain.

Since a picture is worth a thousand words...

My best easter eggs EVER! ^_^

April 2nd

Waking up to snow
outside; This April Fool's joke
Is a bit too late