Rainey Daze and Crazy Nights

Poetry, Paintings, and Ponderings: Through My Eyes

The Waters April 3, 2012

What is it about water that speaks to us? Just being near a glistening body of water centers me, calms me. I love the pounding turquoise waves crashing against the sandy beach, or the rhythm of the tumbling waters of a waterfall. Relaxing beside a meandering rocky creek makes me breath in deeply and appreciate the moment.

I try to capture that moment, hold it in my hand like a miniature photograph. When I am feeling stressed or blue, I attempt to remember the quiet peace the water brought to my soul. Too often, however, I cannot recapture that peace. It flows away as quickly as the water drops flow down a river. Maybe one day I will learn how to capture that moment. Until then, I guess I will continue to make my way to the waters when I can.


My Voice

I love nature, so most of my paintings are nature themed. Painting makes me happy, but I have been unable to paint for the past few months. When I go into my studio, I just can’t seem to find my painter’s soul. It will come back, I know it will, but I miss it like a dear friend. So even though my painter’s voice is silent, my writer’s voice is alive and well. We all must have a voice, an outlet, of some kind to keep the dark thoughts at bay. What is your voice?


Nature Speaks to My Soul

the bright yellow rays of sunbeams

feed energy deep into my weary soul

awakening and reviving my spirit

giving me hope for better days to come


dripping aqua-blue raindrops

cleanse my spirit of wicked demons

bathing my soul in a soft purity

wiping the slate for a new beginning


cool, crisp, early morning breezes

blow stale cobwebs from my brain

clearing my dark thoughts away

only leaving room for brightness


I am at my most serene

when nature speaks to my soul

giving me back a peaceful existence

ready again to face the human race