Sunday, January 21, 2007


Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick

And think of you

Caught up in circles confusion

Is nothing new

Flashback - warm nights

Almost left behind

Suitcases of memories,

Time after...

Sometimes you picture me

I'm walking too far ahead

You're calling to me

I can't hear

What you've said

Then you say

go slow

I fall behind

The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look

and you will find me

Time after time

If you fall I will catch you

I'll be waiting

Time after time

After my picture fades

and darkness has

Turned to gray

Watching through windows

you're wondering

If I'm OK

Secrets stolen from deep inside

The drum beats out of time

If you're lost you can look

and you will fnd me

Time after Time

If you fall I will catch you

I'll be waiting

Time after Time

Friday, January 19, 2007



And it was then that art came to me

Taking me from the lost of I don’t know where

Coming from the place it now brought me

And it was not a voice telling me what to be

It was blank, white, and still

Free from the chaos of others

Pulling me away from the coldness of Sadness, Silence, Grief

Alone, it was blank, And I changed it

I did not know where to begin

My mouth had been sewn shut

And my ears had become deaf

Stitched and shouted at by those around me

Yet I burned for a release

And from my eyes Through my hands

I found the escape

I drew the first line Thin, faint, and pure

But that was not how I wanted it to be.

Urgently, Darker, harder, faster

The lines came out from me

And the forms coalesced

Becoming a physical thing

Evolving, Developing

Filled with passion and hope

Awakening me from the faceless nightmare of youth

And as I created it

I felt it

The ray of light in the darkness of my mind

Opening up pathways to places unknown

Places no one else could go but me

Among the ashes of the child inside

A phoenix was reborn

Monday, January 15, 2007


As the moon's fair image quaketh

In the raging waves of ocean

Whilst she

in the vault of heaven

Moves with silent peaceful motion.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

~Little Cloud~

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

From the seas and the streams

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams

From my wings are shaken

The dews that waken

The sweet buds every one

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast

As she dances about the sun

I wield the flail of the lashing hail

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain

And laugh as I pass in thunder....

Friday, January 12, 2007


Hung on the shower

That fronts the mysterious East

The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes!

In hues of ancient promise there imprest

Frail in its date

Eternal in its guise...

Thursday, January 11, 2007



I fear she must have wandered far away

I've looked most everywhere, she can't be found.

I find myself adrift

I can't convey those thoughts and feelings locked within my mind.

Fey little sprite, she spoke to me alone

Her magic something only I could know.

She'd made the tree outside my door her home

and played beneath where fragrant flowers grow

I cannot comprehend why she would leave

for lacking me she'll have no way to spread

to human folk the poetry she weaves

euphonic verses sadly left unsaid

For none but I can realize her words

that tell of things that only she can see

She needs my hands and voice so she'll be heard

for mankind sees and hears her via me

That foolish little maid has strayed too long

Her image fading more each day I wait

I pray for her return each day she's gone

Without each other we cannot create...

Wednesday, January 10, 2007



....that I may remember soft vision

the gift of beauty just beyond my focus

that I may notice warmth of sun

fragrance of earth

the breeze that ruffles my hair

that I may listen to the whispers

knowing ancient ones are near

wisdom offered

that I may take some time each day

allowing myself to simply be….

Monday, January 8, 2007



dawn creeps in
crystal clear
savor this juncture
for the road ahead
is long
and arduous
but in this moment
all things
are possible

© 1997 Judy Anne


"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead." ~ Louisa May Alcott

Sunday, January 7, 2007



Life is a stream

On which we strew

Petal by petal

the flowers of our heart

The end lost in dreams

They float past our view

We only watch their glad early start

Freighted with hope

Crimsoned with joy

We scatter the leaves of our opening rose

Their widening scope

Their distant employ

We never shall know

And the stream as it flows

Sweeps them away

Each one is gone

Ever beyond into infinite ways

We alone stay

While years hurry on

The flower fared forth

though its fragrance still stays

Thursday, January 4, 2007

~The Winds~

~ Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair ~ Kahlil Gibran