Beach House Memory more than a hundred years have passed. these lava rocks: a high foundation on sea's edge. high up, it had to be, because rogue waves are real. and in the time, more than a hundred years, many rogue waves have washed such lava foundations, belief systems have collapsed and been replaced. some events can never be foreseen.
beauty in a tropical garden, warm space, very cool spot to be... looking at exotic colours, rich purple and vivid green. looking at her face, (a pretty little girl) she told me she was ugly, her skin colour wasn't white. the air was thin, and dizzy on my feet, i found true words to say this child was too sweet, to hear or say such evil. i had to say, "that isn't true". she was sweet as sweet can be. someone filled her mind with evil lies, things she must not believe. beauty in a tropical garden, warm space, very cool spot to be... looking at exotic colours, rich purple and vivid green.
March Lilies falling snow today, almost thick as fog, reminds me some of worlds i'd like to see. but i can't see the far end of kalamalka, and my naked world has visible edges thin snowfall has me thinking as I get my shovel, how good it could be to see the lilies again, next march. but now, there is only falling snow.
when the tide height's right, you may see this sight. a causeway to black rocks in a warm pacific ocean. lava flowed; it flowed again. we wandered, free as wind. beside the sea, a safe and easy place to set our tired feet, walking in our city shoes, smelling wonderful salty breezes.
African Tulip Tree once they borrowed this invasive tree, brought from afar to hawai'i. it was imported from a world away, once transplanted it just got away. spread like disease, among a flock, we heard it so. so many things we do will fail us. time will bring surprises that we cannot understand. our great works impress us so. new evils seem to surprise us; but we may still endure.
white coral sand, wet black lava, tropical seas, the summery sky! every day seems a wonderful dream. we eat shave ice but not much ice cream. a secret beach seems such an idea! down a private road, (we asked the young guard for access, quickly granted) we were on our way. a narrow road on white coral sand, a gift from the bowels of many parrotfish, and we are grateful. a wonderful uncrowded beach. we carried on, to welcome shade beneath hot sunny skies. in black and white, feeling, no surprise.
Dried Thistle sharp and prickly to protect herself, her tender heart, broken so many times before. and so proctected, we might also be, except that there is such a price to pay for nearly perfect protection. today it snows. we hunker down, protected from cold by extra insulation, so we can nap on a winter afternoon. a thistle flower is a beautiful thing, clearly something to be protected..
here is a photo a camera wouldn't do. maybe it could, but it wouldn't. difficult is a challenge, something we might do, if we try hard. impossible is challenging too. though we can't do it, we'll try until we die. challenges entertain us. we enjoy chasing the impossible.
forever, it flowed to the sea: hot orange rock, thick liquid rolling, down to the sea, too hot to imagine. bright orange in darkness, flowing lava makes such a festive nighttime show for all the tourists. steam hisses as liquid rock hits the ocean waves. cooling boulders fall even further, under the waves until something stops them.
unknown fruit, on unknown trees and i don't know what to think. green on green: it makes one wonder what it may imply: quick painful death or maybe delight? small birds may show us what to taste. if nothing eats the unknown fruit, we should remember: nature has a certain wisdom.