A poetic journey through my mind

Posts tagged “flowers

Garden

frightened flower in the dark,

silent, cold, and trembling,

feeling every bite and bark,

each angry word, dissembling.

the glare of disapproval, shame,

searing unprotected skin,

a creature formed of guilt and pain,

that burns and burrows deep within.

fragile flower, tender child,

know the world is bright, and wide,

come out, come out, to gardens, wild,

and taste the sunlight deep inside!


More and more pics!

Just for fun, and to procrastinate further from going through the 300 and some posts in my read-blogs page from the last few days, here are some more pics.  More nifty stuff from my style, and some I took with my 6 yr. old camera and bad photography skills.  I’m not sure I know how to put them up and put comments between/after, so it may be a bit confused.  Bear with me.  *g*

The pictures have mouse over titles that say what they are, as I couldn’t figure out how to sort them, and/or write between them.

 

Ok, I’m going to try to write about the pics.  Here goes.

First one:  “My” baby girl, Rowan, in my ears and my beloved ex’s (hereafter known as my BE) fuzzy arms.

Second pic: Taken on the fantastic Disney World trip that my BMF Ben took me on this New Years.  He lives in UT., but he comes out to see me occasionally.  He got us a hotel room in one of the Disney resorts, for almost 2 weeks minus travel time from Jax!  I was exhausted after, but it was sooo awesome!  This pic was taken during one of the parades at the Magic Kingdom, and I love it because I managed to take it just as “Alice” was sticking her tongue out at someone, and the Hatter was in the perfect pose to see all his costume.

Next…there’s a cardinal in the middle of the picture, but he’s harder to see than I had hoped.  I just loved the way it looked, that little red bird in the green branches.  🙂

Next is the first flowers anyone ever gave me.  The BE gave them to me randomly one day, and I almost fell over.  But he was always doing sweet romantic things like that.  My favorite story is how the first time I went in the mental hospital while we were living together, he packed my bag…and when I got there, I found his childhood stuffed animal, a cute little fox, packed into the bag.  How many men would think of something like that?

The next few are a series, so I’m going to talk about all of them here.  This is the baby girl in the first pic, at 3.  She just turned 3 this yr, and I love her with all my heart.  I was literally the first person other than a doctor who held her, as I got handed her fresh from her mommy’s (cut open, urrghh) stomach!  Next is my Rowan with her mommy, my BFF Becky, and in her Easter hat. Next is The Bump, aka Rowans baby brother-to-be.  I call him The Bump because Becks is still waffling over a name…*giggles*

Next is my over-crowded little altar, with my usual eclectic chaos.  The cards in back and the figure in front of them are by my absolutely favorite artist, Jasmine Beckett=Griffith.  Love love love her stuff!  Faery tale, faeries, Alice, Steampunk…she makes the most wonderful things.  Best of all, she’s based down in Orlando, so I can just drive down less than 2 hours away and see her when she has shows at Pop Gallery.  The rest are found items, dedicated stones and crystals, and significators for my various “people”.  The bunny is The Moon, as per Japanese legends of the Rabbit in the Moon.  The apple is for Eris, goddess of chaos, keeper of the Holy Kao.  The Coyote (he’s kinda hard to see…he’s behind the cards.) is…well, guess.  😉  The water buffalo is for my zen side.

The next is…well, a picture of a squirrel.  I was parked in the parking lot and he just kept running back and forth on the fence, as if daring me to take his picture, so I did.  🙂

The next two are part of my future Walmart Harujuku outfits…my shirt that I had made at Zazzle (love love love that site!) and my new and totally awesome corset!

Hope that helps!

 

KC & Co.


Little Flowers (trigger warning: abuse, children)

curly heads and shining faces
frightened eyes behind the walls
little targets, little weapons,
back and forth like ping-pong balls
angry voices, violent actions
little faces blind with pain
staring out of curtained windows
flowers turning toward the rain