planting a seed

focus lost during the process of growth
growth takes on a life of it's own
to come back to for nourishment
later
weary
forgetful
mostly
most times I don't understand



It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

fallen

waterfalls
water falling
falls
falling in the same place
continuously
flowing from a source
falling down
down
descending never climbing
toward the ground
making the earth wet
filling with water
moving constantly lower
descending down
down
lower
after the fall
the water the fall


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

the unseen flame

Tar tears don't run down my cheeks.  They smear like slept in eye makeup.  Methane an invisible flame could combust the dry grass.  The smoke would be visible miles away.   Sending gun men to contain a fire, an unseen fire.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

fortunetly

The sun and clouds made the hills look interesting.  Not just part of the water cycle. Depth and dimension. Light and dark.  Others have seen these views.  Beyond the hills known as the Three Sisters.  Is a carved rock called the Mazestone.  Chiseled stone?  People who hadn't left the stone age living in stick huts hunting with branches weaving baskets.

W Devonshire East of Myers St. Hemet Calif May 2016

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

as for a lost soul

crepuscular light
light rays are straight
 water is curly
shadow cast in a well
light has no shadow
beams dreams wonderful things
ice is a fleeting version
freezing is buoyant,
and spinning.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Prussian blue

If I could make you wear something it would be Prussian blue. Twilight sky as the sunlight dims. Structural drawing plotting the design. Ocean wave you can't see through. Blue and white tea cup, fragile and thin, no time to waste or the heat is gone. Use blue or black ink remember the bruise. Happiness the bluest bird.



It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

The spring up the road

Fish tickle the water in the pond. The water laughs. The birds don't notice the water is happy. "It's okay" the water told me. "I just wanted you to know."
 It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96