Love Thy Knee

Everyone has strengths and weaknesses, especially when it comes to physical abilities.  Know your limits, understand your body, but also have the courage to challenge yourself to do the things that you love.  Be smart, be brave, be you.

Love Thy Knee

Hold me, love me
wrap me up and hug me,
kiss me, feel me,
cherish and protect me,
truly, truly
get to know me.

Study the way I walk,
know the way I work,
For you I’ll bounce back up.
I’ll bend and twist
to find the right path.
I’ll walk for you,
but be gentle with me
for I am fragile
just like life.
I can break and I can fall,
so understand me.

Love me
unconditionally,
without force,
without pressure,
wrap me up
and protect me.
Love me,
Love thy knee.

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– Image taken from Google

Cee’s Which Way Challenge

I love paths, bridges and interesting perspectives and often find myself looking for the entrance to these places that I often drive by.  Here are some photos from my “Bridge Adventure” from April 5th.

To participate in the challenge: http://ceenphotography.com/2014/04/16/cees-which-way-challenge-2014-8/

Bridge to the Bigger Bridge

Bridge to the Bigger Bridge

Into the Bridge

Into the Bridge

A Nice Trail

A Nice Trail

The Trail from the Other Side

The Trail from the Other Side

The Train Below the Bridge

The Train Below the Bridge

The Tunnel on the Way Back

The Tunnel on the Way Back

My Poetic Photography Showcased on The Zen Space

I was given the honor of having my work included in the Spring 2014 Showcase on The Zen Space.  Please visit and support all the wonderful poets featured there, as well as The Zen Space, itself.

To view the complete poetic photography booklet that was featured, please visit this post: http://whisperingsbyjkl.com/2014/03/30/imagine-the-light/

Thank you and have a wonderful Wednesday! =)

Timeless Universe

Whisperings Book Cover Poll

When deciding what I wanted my book cover to be for my poetry collection, I knew that it had to be personal.  It needed to speak to me, to who I was and to who I am, and it needed to speak to my writing.  I had narrowed it down to two choices.  The first image is of a bridge by a silent lake, which captured my love for nature, philosophy and unspoken truths.  It also shows the juxtaposition of man-made elements with nature, a common theme in my poetry.  The second image is of me looking out the window, reflecting upon my life and reflecting on the world, with leaves drifting down, whispering my secrets.

The first time I put this poll up for my friends a few months ago, it was a very close vote.  Some people liked the bridge because it had a more traditional look, while others liked the window because it was more personal.  The bridge won by 1 vote, I believe.  I wanted to have this vote again now that I am closer to finalizing my book to see if anything has changed.  Also, the cover design will influence how I plan to design the background of the pages within.  Thanks for your time and support.  I look forward to seeing the results!

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Flying

They were flying,
I could see it in their faces,
eyes wide, big grins, flowing hair.

Plummeting down the steep slopes,
it was freedom without adults,
no barriers, no restrictions,
going with nature
on a man-made slope.

Their whole beings throbbed
with power.
The lack of control
meant conquering the world.
30 seconds, it was over.
They landed
safe and sound.
The thrill still pounding
in their hearts,
sensations tingling
in their minds.

“I wanna try too,” I begged.
“You’re too little,” my brother said.
But the indignant girl
got her way.

Sitting at the top,
twirling with pride and fear,
I gave a little shove,
and went flying into the air.

My eyes wide open,
afraid to look,
but curious all the same.

Passing blurs of tables and sofas,
the carpet was like quicksand,
sucking me in,
into its embrace
of the unknown.
Freedom… maybe,
but more like fear and awe.

Almost to the bottom,
I was coming out of the tunnel
and into the light,
but I could not stop,
no breaks,
but my butt off the cardboard
and my forehead
against the closet door.

A Kaleidoscope of Colors

A kaleidoscope of colors
twirling in my mind.
How can I describe
the feelings I feel inside?
Can I open up my heart,
hoping to open up your eyes
to see the side of me
that you do not know?

Sensations tingling in my spine,
sounds buzzing in my ears,
fear pounding in my heart.
The deeper we go,
the darker it gets -
shades of red and purple,
and chromatic blacks,
but on the surface,
all you see is yellow.

Shining brightly,
a smile on my face
with tears deep down inside.
A kaleidoscope of colors
twirling in my mind.
Do I dare to show
the side of me
you do not know?
The side that isn’t
yellow?


Image from: http://henpantha.wordpress.com/2011/09/26/needle-point/

A Jumble of Words

A jumble of words
in my mind
that don’t come together
in a rhyme.

Searching and searching
for that single theme,
struggling and struggling
for a rhyme scheme.

Looking and looking
for the meaning,
but the structure and style
seem to beguile me.

Trying hard
to sort it out,
nevertheless,
I still don’t know
what it’s about.

Metaphors and similes,
recordings of reality,
imagintation and fantasy,
emotions and expressions
of my creativity.

Just words on paper,
how hard could it be?
As you can read,
not very hard, indeed.

Love is…

sitting in a dim room, on the sofa,
wearing your favorite tube top
and tight-fitting low-rise jeans,
channel surfing and making stupid jokes,
while twirling your hair,
glancing at the clock,
watching the seconds go by…
tick, tick, tick,

waiting for the phone to ring,
waiting to hear his voice.
You reach for the phone,
but hesitate.

Instead, you push the curtain aside,
and hope his silver car pulls in
to your driveway
for a surprise
visit.

An hour passes,
you sit on the sofa
and channel surf.

Love is…

putting balls
of cookie dough
on a baking sheet,
placing it on the oven rack
and watching it rise,

smelling the sweet aroma,
thinking of Pillsbury
dough boy’s
cute, little laugh
and how you would like
to make your boy
laugh

just like that, as you imagine
standing on the steps,
ringing his doorbell,
greeted by his smile
as he sweeps
you into a sweet embrace
and later cuddle
by the fireplace
eating chocolate chip cookies,

salivating with pleasure
and longing.
In reality, you sit
at the kitchen table
eating sugar cookies
alone.

Love is…

when you put all his stuff
in a cardboard box.
His Raiders jacket
that he let you wear
when it started to pour,
ticket stubs to “Just My Luck”
and other chick flicks
you dragged him to see.

Birthday cards and teddy bears,
hand-made gifts and poetry
sealed with a kiss,
memories of love,
memories to be forgotten,
placed at his doorstep
in the pouring rain.

Love is…

driving in your car
heading to God knows where,
listening to sappy love songs
from the static-filled radio
that is drowned out by the rain.

You watch the swish,
swish, swish
of your window wipers,
mesmerized.
It sweeps away the raindrops

as your hand sweeps
away your tears,
pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
like the drums

of your heart.
It gets foggy,
you can’t really see
what’s going on.
Slam on the brakes,
maybe it’ll clear up,
maybe not.

You smile, you laugh,
you don’t know why
as you drown
in tears.

Love is…
unrequited,
love is…
blind.