Thursday, September 30, 2010

slow dancing

with the turning
of the season
a gentle breeze
is blowing
and with it
comes a knowing
that it's time
for letting go
then like lovers
we're slow dancing
to the waiting
ground below

-stacy wills (9/30/10)

Sunday, September 26, 2010

collaboration

if you are a regular reader here, you won't be seeing anything new. the artwork in this video has all been featured here at one time or another. what will be new to you is the music you hear. that's my beloved playing. i asked him to play something original to go along with the images and he graciously (and truth be told, a little reluctantly) agreed. he hasn't had much time to play his guitar these days; the pace of his life goes about 70 mph, and he felt rusty. plus, guitar strings are tough on tender fingertips. but he persevered...just as he had all afternoon trying to even figure out how to make a video. when it was all said and done, i watched it about 5 million times...just to hear my beloved play.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010

the firefly

i just want
to be for
awhile
to be the
firefly
and not the
one trying
to capture
the light

Monday, September 13, 2010

between two worlds

between two worlds
life hovers like a star,
'twixt night and morn,
upon the horizon's verge
how little do we know
that which we are...

-lord byron (1788-1824)

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

broadside

the secret of seeing
is to sail
on solar wind.
hone and spread
your spirit,
till you yourself
are a sail,
whetted, translucent,
broadside
to the merest puff.

-annie dillard (b. 1945)

Saturday, September 4, 2010

the women

they sang the words
in unison, yet somehow
created a web of sounds
with their voices. it
was like hearing a piece
of fabric woven with
all the colors of a rainbow.

-from the red tent
by anita diamant (b. 1951)

Friday, September 3, 2010

release your colors

release your colors
into the world!
who knows
what dear soul
may be in need
of your soaring
magenta today,
the wildness of
your fuchsia,
the groundedness
of your burnt umber,
the soothing tones
of your greens and blues...
let alone your
own precious self, so
weary from holding
them all inside.

-stacy wills (9/03/2010)

Thursday, September 2, 2010

rainbow leap

...i looked up
and saw the
rainbow leap
with flames of
many colors
over me

-black elk (1863-1950)