Photgraphed by Ocean/Corbis
Unspoken codes
Unscripted narratives
Behind variegated patchwork
Chiseled sensual emotions
Seductive pulls
Eyes – large, limpid – full of longing
Streaked with tears of fears
Drizzles of color guilt-framed
Sidesaddle in a brightly lit street near the Blue Note
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
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 G. Bowater
Untamed emotions
Weave into
Tantalizing anticipation
The lost of self
Beguiling between thoughts
Achingly perfect
Unfathomable beauty
Pink smiles of bougainvillea
Lofty clandestine escapes
Burst of brilliance
Heart soar embracing knotted secrets
Melting with inspiring pleasure
Under inky skies on shady terrace
Overlooking aquamarine seas
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by John Smith
It is the middle of the week and many are burdened by the maelstrom of every day activities. Some even refer to Wednesdays as “Weary Wednesday.” It is a must that we create and inspire others as well. I encourage you to take a pause/break to be quiet and reflect so you can connect to your spiritual thoughts and be more productive in whatever your goals are today.
In a noisy busy world
A sensation to escape
The hubbub of digital technology
Coaxed instructions encroach
Passing moments
Eat into every sphere of our lives
Eyes closed
Seeking still moments
between sound and silence
Stillness flourishes
Like a well rehearsed silence
Relish, re-attune, reconnect
to deep lying emotions
Day dreaming – still moments
A settling inner peace
Stimulates in a piercing world.
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Image taken from cruisetalk.net
Each week as I drive along West Bay Street in the morning I am always in time to observe the Disney Cruise Line make a one hundred and eighty degree turn in the waters to sail out of Port Nassau. This always inspires certain awe. This morning again, I witness that same turn as this time it reversed into Port Nassau. I can not explain why it evokes such a feeling. My husband tells me that anything that large when it moves is always a sight to behold. Maybe in my subconscious it is a metaphor for when someone makes a turn or a turn around in life? A turn around can be one of the most exhilarating and enriching feelings in life. For some, that turn can be the sign of better things to come.
Ever day opens and closes like a flower – John Muir
Painting by sgeier.net
Illusions
Emotions sit on stilts
Rethinking
In the cycle of illusion
Emotions swelled
Nestled among conduits of deception
The natural order
Vanished in the house of blues
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Poem by Brenda L McCartney
© 2011 McCartney House
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