Wednesday, March 4, 2026

Tidal Wave




A body used for many things

moves towards happiness

whatever concept this might be

costumes work in bed. 


Masked and haughty

born again nature's healthy child

I watched you grow my innocent

my fractal curve with style.


Your mother's beauty found its way

those eyes and smile open 

but with darkness found

inside


yes deep depression growing.    


Echoes of youth still run 

dance and sing while knowing

all the riches of this world

no one sleeps well


not owning.


The peace of funds 

live rich awhile  

and watch from balconies 

waves born tall

still out there now


don't miss at all 

they're coming. 


Walk away from all is well

body known as mine

drink awhile and find a girl

 your mother's tribe


your trial.


Because you felt your blood in her

and simply had to know

be inside and swim around

hold briefly


 let her go. 


Now old bones just sit reflect

on folly think of waves

decrepit days upon us now

and sharks sure on the way.


Everything is like this

a brief time in the sun

followed by the cleaning wave

old broom now whispers


done.


Just a little lesson

stretched out on folding chair

you and me together

bod


ma mère leaving quite bare. 

Sunday, March 1, 2026

Rays of Energy


Rays of Positive Energy

Posted by davidlind on August 30th, 2007

I was trying to take a picture of this wind chime (or is it wind chimes?) when Beth said to be careful that it didn’t fall on my head. I am so fortunate to have someone nearby who really cares enough to say something like this. And I could make a very long list of the things she does for me because she cares. Hopefully, she could do they same thing. But I doubt her list would be as long. Sadly.

We are all fortunate to be able to explore new places as well. This place made me appreciate life. I think it is the flowers. They send out rays of positive energy. Harry Potter would understand.


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Wednesday, August 27, 2025

RLS The Killer

***Restless Legs or RLS can be a killer.  Not always.  Some people experience it once in awhile.  Just enough to know what I'm talking about but not too much.  It can also be a daily menace.  A dark portal inside the body that makes life very difficult.  It's like finger nails on a blackboard and the surface is your skin.  


Anyway I'm making some progress and want to write about it in case this may help someone else.  I'm not selling anything.  I just enjoy photography, poetry and living a peaceful life.  


My poetry site is on the sidebar.  


I live with my wife, Nonie, out here in the countryside now.  Western Virginia.  It's lovely out here.  Now that we are settled in we hope to explore it from time to time.  We're retired.  


We will see how it goes here.  I've been trying to deal with RLS for 25 years and during that time managed to lead a pretty scary life at times because of it.  It's a beast.  


But it's getting better.  Stay in touch. Things get better. 

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