by Bela Johnson | Dec 4, 2018 | Maine, nature, poetry, Uncategorized
She knew it was safe, now her feet chose a path leading far from dark uncertainties, of boarded-up options into an oasis of light, a clearing of both heart and mind, a dendrological dive into oneness with nature, which tree was which, identifying those whose leaves...
by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2018 | musings, nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
There is an economy in words, blunted kindergarten shears in the hands of an earnest student, shaping patterns already memorized in forest and field; A poet’s dilemma as nature herself spreads and grows, chaos becoming her in forest and glade, streams crashing,...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 23, 2018 | lifestyle, musings, nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized
It’s three o’clock and the day has brought a bad haircut, heavy feeling in the air; The hair will grow back, the day will not; there is no repeating what is done, only trailing memories; There is no walk upon the beach, the sun burns boldly now, my skin as...
by Bela Johnson | Feb 27, 2018 | nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized, writing
The grit of metaphor grinds slowly, chafing the brain until words emerge, runaway horses on the plains of pages, hooves pounding sentiments, grafting meaning onto senselessness resulting, it is hoped, in broadening context for eyes to behold, reversing imprints from...
by Bela Johnson | Jan 9, 2018 | love, nature, perspective, poetry, Uncategorized
Vistas of the inner mind expand before me, always visibly rich, effervescent with possibilities. Some appear through a thin mist while others focus cleanly into view like adjusting the diopter on my camera. Love makes allowances for horizons. Now. When younger...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 17, 2017 | happiness, human interest, musings, personal, poetry, Uncategorized
The waters of birth released me, dolphin-like, into a realm of wonder and delight, only to realize I was swimming with sharks; they, friendly enough when sated, aggressive and dangerous when needy and I swam for my life, filling lungs and stomach and for the sheer...
