Rushing Waves

Rushing Waves By Pauline Harris

The storms had come

And gone today

I wanted to feel

The gentle breeze

Off to the beach

Gathering my things

The sand was a bit rough

To walk about on

Clashing sounds

Echoed in the air

As I walked up

To the rushing waves

Foam washed to shore

Bringing along

Bits of shell and rocks

Leaving them behind

Here and there

Another wave approaches

Closely followed by more

A bit choppy with the wind

Oh but that sound

Mesmerizing sound

Drawing me closer

Nearer to be

Encompassed

Within the day’s

Adventure

By the seashore

With these rippling

Waves

A Walk in the Woods

Keeping up with the nice day
I thought a walk in the woods
Would settle my desires for adventure
Gathering my walking stick and water
I venture into the woods nearby
Careful to walk amongst the path
Stories of people going missing
Have plagued my mind with some fears
Tempted to calm myself I walk on
Deeper within and loosing the way
A clearing up ahead with a massive
Overly huge pile of wood, or so I thought
Closer inspection the pile is a gigantic pig made of wood
Not real says my mind, until it
Moves
Gathering muster
I attempt to run
Confused
About which way
To go really
And frightened
I cower there
The gigantic pig
Moves closer,
But is stopped
By the trees
Collecting my hope
I got up and away
Running towards the trees
Knowing they will guide me
Away from this crazy gigantic pig
And to my home and land
Home and grateful, I am home
By Pauline Harris

Purple Floral Waterfall

Taking a long walk

Down by the canal

Across the bridge

Over the farmer’s gate

Through the pastures

Where the cows lay

Anticipating misting rain

I follow the path

Set by purple flowers

Combing their way

Throughout the land

On walkways, through meadows,

Along the slated stone fences

I walk on. Enjoying

Each moment fragrant

And in sunlight. …by Pauline Harris

Lighted Joyney

A light show

in the distant clouds

reminds one of a time.

A time of pretending

of dancing with

music…boom, boom

crackle, clash, ding.

Then a distant friend

shows up

out of no where

and brings delight

and thoughts of

once upon a time

we went for a walk

and on that walk

we came across

a bumpy hill.

Oh the stories

we came up

with about that hill

and how it came to be.

Never really knowing

whether any of

our stories were true,

but oh my

the fun we had.

Just living life.

Connecting.

Each of us

A story to be told

and to live.

Some say forget

the past

it is gone forever,

but memories bring

to light

so much…

and the connections

we make can last a lifetime

and sometimes longer.

Thanks for the joyney

and the stories to carry on.

~Pauline Harris 2013

A Step Into Becoming

photo was taken with digital camera as a storm was developing at sunset

photo was taken with digital camera as a storm was developing at sunset

magic in the air

walking
just for fun
not in a rush
to go anywhere
or be anywhere

I look around
there in the forward
distance
is
a man

I ignore him
he is in a rush

Some pretty flowers
no, they are just weeds
but still pretty

two girls walk by
laughing
I say hi
they go on their way

Now for up the hill
Oh wait
Look
A duck
A duck flying

Blue clouds to one side
and white ones
in the distance

Splendid feeling
as I make it up the hill

and to the hearing of a car
I look behind…it is way back there
I can hear the car
swoosh
swoosh
almost like the sounds of waves
upon the seashore

Drawn into the sounds
am I listening to them
or to the sound of my
beating…breathing
piter pater
thump
thump
thump

and klank

The car went past
so close
it almost ran me
over

Now I understand
the driver was texting
or something with their phone
Ugh…I could have died

Back to my walk
I am grateful for my walk
the duck the two girls
even for the man in a hurry

Remembering I am here
I am alive
I am…observing, hearing,
and walking,
and breathing

I am alive
pharris2012

Surprise amongst the Poppies

One day while living in England, I walked through a field full of poppies.  Mostly red poppies everywhere the eye could see, but for one spot.  There in that one spot was something quite unique compared to all surrounding the area.  In amongst the poppies was a single orchid. I was amazed by this one solo flower growing alone amid the array of poppies. One flower trying to hold its own against the odds…and yet it did…all of the flowers from that day held such beauty…and a little bit of sadness, too. The sadness is for the short time the flowers are here on earth, but then again…gratefulness, for they brought a bit of happiness into my life.  And a memory of a day spent walking through a poppy field to find something quite unique.  An orchid, I chose to keep in my memories and leave for others to discover.

 

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