In a moment like this, life and a photo become right there for the taking. This picture is proof I grabbed for them both. – Ash
Journal Entry # 238 – Life is Shores to Take
Tag: life
Blueberry Hill
when the blueberries come back…so do you
we’re together again
scraping and scrounging along the hillside
every three paces we fill our cups
the colour blue today is for happiness
its sweet taste…a reminder of your touch
as I hold a few on the day they first appear
the air is the same chill
trees with the same tinge of change
cloud shadows still pass over me like they did
I see them at my feet
I am seven again
catching up with your pace
as my bucket spills over
on blueberry hill
The Forever Writer – Haiku
I found a lost pen
started to write words with it
forever, I write
Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 7 – So, How You Doing?
Setting – Haiku
as darkness bleeds in
this shade and its salty taste
prove I am alive
A Story Written in Ash
When I write, I give it like blood
all my emotions like DNA
unique to me
only it can be shared with others
it passes through to the world
I’ll never know if it lives on
a day
a week
a month
a year
…forever
but I won’t stop bleeding my words
I’ll still give away my life
for longer life
for my story
Journal Entry # 237 – Marsh Reality
If you don’t stop and look around, how can you say you were actually there? When life taps on your shoulder…say hello. – Ash
Journal Entry # 236 – Cliff Notes
Today, I found myself between a rock and an awesome place. Seek mountains and enjoy the high – Ash
Journal Entry # 235 – Roped Back Into Living
I love experiencing something that I forgot I missed. Like the smell of the ocean, the call of seabirds, and standing in the picking rain while I drift. I call them triggers when they happen. Triggers that I’m not living my life the way I was meant to. Reminders that there are pieces of me that need replenishing. – Ash
By the Trestle Bridge
no idea where I was going
where my footsteps were taking me
not long off the bus and my bags still hanging off the borrowed bed
I’m running toward something
my faith in a girl next door relationship
built on the stock of only a few summers
we were school break friends and I just had to see this
according to everyone
and everyone was going to be there
that was the promise and with a pinky swear
I was a nervous boy in a foreign land
on loan from thirteen-year-old best buds
speaking only the language of the shy and quiet ones
making what would become a beautiful memory
under the bright big moon
along the sparkle-kissed river
surrounded by the sounds of the teenage
on a warm night in August
by the trestle bridge
Earth To Ash 