Walk… don’t walk… a digital play
Mystical forces, magical energies at cross roads
Palpable sensations in a sacred space
Caught in a Mediterranean trance
Restraint beneath the stillness of weathered bark
The rare glance of an old angel –
The Saint that slipped past God
Into the silver bliss into the unknown where we cannot go
Which we cannot mention
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by Mitzi
Inner monologue
Enigmatic interplay
silhouette…luminosity
Thrilling silence…
Time moves inexorably forward
Thoughts of people come and go
Smiles, sighs, passionate emotions
Yet memories persist – enliven imaginations
Gallant rendezvous
Feelings are mutual in dawn’s first light
In a watercolor display
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by Judy Olsen
The presence of the past…
in a pendulum of priceless impulse
fragrance born in touches of
quiet affection, silent adoration
calm gravity folded in hues
under clear skies
The peaceful rhythm of tender branches
Tapestry of genes nourishing roots
Silhouettes of awareness treasured
The mirror of self reflecting purity
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Poem Written By Brenda L. McCartney
Photgraphed by Judy Olsen
Quiet moments punctuate thoughts
Molding, melting ice pellets
The unsuspected interlocks
Liberty folds in trickles
Purity, color mounts
Sunlight pulls in vortex encounters
The organic fascinates,
…talks with certainty
Luminous with joy
The blue pine of autumn
On Table Top glass
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Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Honey suckle drips
On billowing yellow-iris-print
Yellow Begonia’s blossom
In the gold dust of midday’s splendor
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Poem written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by John Smith
Monosyllabic gaze
A gentle insistence
Honey-colored mornings
Hypnotic patterns – calm blue
Crimson thoughts, chilling notes
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
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Image by Corbis
Stirred, wrapped in
Not quite turquoise
Not quiet pine green
Breakfast meditation
Season’s rhythm
A litany of thoughts
Plays upon life’s reason
Weaving stories
In strokes of sunlight
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Poem by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by Alissa Stella Maris
Pounding almonds on pathways
Elemental desires
Rough tides lapping
Bicycle rides
Line fishing
Swimming smiles
Echoes off concave ledges
Birds flies disperse
Sequined colors on flawless teal
Can not tell –
the beach to be quiet
even seagulls to stop talking
Sea grapes groves and almond trees -
team around rocks
Energy thunder through
Sun kissed pleasures broken shells
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by Brenda L. McCartney
I remember watching my then two year old serenade her grandfather, as he taught her to curtsy. She would read and sing to him as if she was beyond her years. He would talk to her as if he was speaking to an older child. They had a connection and her behavior around him was somewhat surreal. There are times she would cry, “I want to be with grandpa,” A few weeks after he passed away unexpectedly. At the repast she sat in the yard, where she spent so many times with him, with her hands under her chin. While sitting she shook her head and made an open hand gesture and said “Grandpa is gone.” This father’s day would be my husband’s first father’s day without his father but we know that he is with us in spirit. To paraphrase the poet, David Harkins ‘we can smile because he lives.’ We are full of the love he shared, we will cherish his memory and let him live on and we will open our eyes smile, love and go on. For those who facing this sweet sadness of a deceased father or grandfather cherish their memories because indeed they are living in our memory.
A Father’s issues tangle with life
Patchwork of sweet sadness
Weighted memories – fragile
Eclipse a strong sense of you
Connect with essence
Steadfast replay of moments
Reserve – vacant space
The familiar territory
An ideal crafted, enchants
Pure spirited
Infinitely charming
Rich and self contained
Things noticed in the dialogue of life
Engaging open and compressed
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Poem Written By Brenda L. McCartney
To all fathers Happy Father’s Day! Enrique my love, friend, husband and father of our beautiful daughter, Happy Father’s Day.
Photographed by Simon Jarratt
Fathers do take paternity leave to help his wife with a new born. Some employers do not understand the need for such request but a father’s presence is just as important for the baby as it is for the mom. Fathers do need to bond with their babies especially in those important first couple of weeks. In the United States of America unpaid maternity is mandated by federal law via the Family Medical leave Act (FMLA) for a mother if their company employs more than fifty workers. Ebony magazine (June 2010) explains that at least two states offer paid paternity leave.”According to Adrienne Samuels Gibbs in the Ebony article “Canada gives their dads up to fifty five percent of their salary or a maximum of four hundred and thirteen dollars a week.” Recently in the United Kingdom fathers will be given three months paid paternity leave effective April 2011. The father’s role as provider is secondary to the role as a nurturer, as a child will often take for granted basic needs that parents are obligated to provide (food, water and shelter). Yet they will notice if their daddy is not there and did not spend quality time with them. They will notice if their father is not concerned with what they are doing. Let’s all hope that fathers everywhere will continue to be supported and to give support where it is necessary as well.
Sometimes you have to grow up
To understand a dad’s love
The beautiful sweeping connections
The familiar story telling
Inextricable linked
His ways come to teach
An acquired taste
A standpoint roots, develop, mature
As your spirit lifts
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
© 2011 McCartney House
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