On the Window



On the Window


I see raindrops on the window

The rain must be coming down

Clouds grumble along

Casting shadows in the room.

I sit in patient waiting

For inspiration to hit me,

I’m left waiting

Patiently while music

Gently plays

In the background.

Life carries on as I write away the day

I look for understanding

For beauty and inspiration


All I find is life,

Not always inspiring.

Till I come down off the pedestal

I created for my creativity

To ride high with

Deeply moving beauty,

And walk barefoot

In the muddy waters

Of humanity

Finding motivation there.

Let go of inspiration

Dwell in present reality

And create from what I see.

I’ll move beyond the window

Look past the raindrops sitting there

Walk the streets below

To feel the raindrops

On my skin.


I’m going to be away on vacation for the next two weeks, and most likely I won’t have access to a computer so there will be a short lag in posts. Don’t worry I’ll be back posting again before you know it!


Trips End



Trips End


With mixed emotions a trip comes to an end

Days of wandering

Exploring the deep beauty of nature

Of laughing, joking, talking

With family and friends

Are over.           

Every trip, every drive,

Every travel excursion

Changes me.

I come home a different person

Than before I left.

I learn more of who I am

While learning more about the world

My eyes grow wide with wonder

At the beauty of the earth,

The beauty of the people

That live across the globe.

I feel my soul expand with

Every flight I take,

Every rock and tree I touch

Opens up my heart a little bit more.

By the time I drag myself home after

A red-eye flight I feel

So open, so whole,

So filled with gratitude and love

That my life before seems nothing more than

A distant memory.

Travel changes me,

It moves me,

Opens me,

Satisfies me in a brilliantly warm way.

The world, the earth, the people on it

Change me for the better.


So for the past three weeks I have been traveling out west. Enjoying Colorado, Yellowstone National Park and Oregon. It has been an amazing trip that has refreshed and filled me with hope and inspiration. I am so sorry I wasn’t able to post anything during that time but I am overjoyed to return with renewed fervor and motivation. This poem speaks of how it feels for me coming home after having been away for so long.


What have you learned from your travels, near and far?

Where is Inspiration?



Where is Inspiration


Sometimes it’s there

Sometimes I have to look,

Once I key into it

It’s always easy

Just begins to flow

Petals on the river,

Flowing out through me.

A picture or a word

A phrase that just gets stuck

Rolling around my brain

Driving me crazy until I let it out.

A smell, or just a feeling,

One look, a tiny touch

A tear or a smile,

A conversation or a book

A movement or a song

All just enough

To bring creative muses

Whispering in my ear.

The muses are always there

Waiting around every corner

To inspire joy in me.

The greatest inspiration

Love, exists in all.


Inspiration is a funny thing. Some days I am so inspired and motivated and other days I find it difficult to remember what inspiration even feels like. I think of it kind of like a butterfly, the more you run after it the more it slips from your grasp, but if you calmly sit down and wait it will alight upon you.

What inspires you?

An empty house



Empty House


Through broken panes a winter wind whispers

Of a past that’s long forgotten.

Crumbling steps and with winding vines

And leaves strew about the floor.

Hinges hang in awkward lines

Where paint has long since faded away.


A road barely visible among the forest floor

Leads to an empty home

Abandoned and forgotten.

Walls left only with memories

Of warm and roaring fires,

Parties late into the night,

Of joys and tears,

Of baby feet slapping on the floor,

Of lovers warm embraces after a separation,

Of struggles to survive the harsh winter months,

Of last breathes hushed into the night,

The smell of many meals singed into the wood

That no longer holds a purpose.


A home let uninhabited

Ceases to be a home

And weeps at its abandon.

Each wall sighs and bows with sadness

At the emptiness inside.

Longing for the day to have a home to hold.

This house will wait forever

Or until forever comes

To be filled with once again

A home in need of love.


Inspiration can stir me in a moment. There was just something about this abandoned building that inspired this poem. I just stumbled upon this building while hiking in Vermont and it wouldn’t leave my mind until I wrote this poem down.

What inspires you?