26 riding the tide of time.

26 trying to discover what lie ahead.

26 figuring out who I am.

To anyone else 26 is just an ordinary number composed of symbols.

To me 26 is years I’ve walked the earth.

26 is sunrise and sunsets.

26 has come too fast, and soon it will pass.

26 knocking on 30.

Seems like 26 was just 18 wild, and full of steam.

Now,

26 you better form a plan.

26 you’re riding the tide of time, and that tide keeps rolling.

Never ceasing,

Never slowing,

It keeps on going.

Like a locomotive barreling down the tracks.

26 get your head out of the sand, you better form a plan.

 

 

Jamie Whorton ©

The smell of lilacs, and gardinas flow through the summer breeze. Bees buzz about. Landing on the sweet smelling flowers drinking in their nectar. Above the sky is a periwinkle shade of blue with streaming jet trails stretching wide, and fading from sight. Birds sing a melody. Keeping in tune with one another. Serenading all with their song.

 

-Jamie Whorton ©

Black dog piercing yellow eyes. The crow flys letting out a cry.

Black night nothing, but moon light, lighting a dirt path.

Howls heard,

Heart racing fast.

Heavy foot steps running,

Running, gaining fast.

Out of breath, adrenalin pumping,

Keep running,

Keep running,

Black dog piercing yellow eyes is coming,

And coming fast.

 

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

Every written word captivating all until the last one is read. Taking the reader on a journey into the lives, and emotions of others. Capturing life’s most precious moments along with the emotional twists, and turns felt by the human soul. Understanding all emotions making them jump from the screen. Mesmerizing all who read. A true poet at soul. Each written word speaking to all who read. Taking them, and using them as their own. Touching the lives of others with the power of words.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

Photo by Jamie Whorton ©

I’m a little disappointed that my phone camera couldn’t pick up what I was actually seeing. The sky was actually a vibrant pink , and the pink was reflecting off everything outside. Never seen anything like it before. Pretty amazing!

Photo by Jamie Whorton ©

Rain drop on lilac leaf 

The strong one fighting not too Shed a tear. Holding back the anxiety. Holding back emotional turmoil. The strong one keeping an eye on the horizon, while deep inside is a threshing sea. Mixing emotions welling up in the throat, only to be swallowed down again, and again. The strong one begging, pleading to be alone to let it all rush to the surface. Letting the emotions flood, pouring tears like rain. Only the strong one knowing what’s behind the steal plated mask.  Worn too protect, and defend.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

Weeping willows line the creek bank, their long branches out stretched over the water. Flowing strands hang down almost touching, reflecting back a ripply image.  Water Striders skip, while fish create mini echoes then swim away. A deer stands on the bank drinking the cool water. Down stream the babbling water splashes over the smooth creek stone. The sun shines down creating a hazy fog raising from the stream, and surrounding dew covered grass. The smell of the water, and damp earth hangs in the air. Just a simple scene of nature’s beauty.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

If Autumn had a flavor what would it be? If each turning leafs color were a flavor, maybe it would be citrus, or spice? Maybe, it would be cool like ice, or burn with a bite? Maybe, it would be sweet like candy, but unfortunately leaves are just leaves. Pretty, pleasing to the eyes, not the pallet. So it would be unwise to go around eating leaves, trying to see what the flavor of Autumn would be.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©