Escape to Bleu Mountain

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High in mountains

narrow trails

an escape

exhilarating

heart pounding

speed

the thrill
adrenaline flows

the snowbank

stuck

sinking

reverse

forward

reverse

up & over

again.


Welcoming 2014 with family, 
friends, home cooked meals,
fine wine, a roaring fire
at a mountainside cabin
& a little extreme sports.

I want to wish my new poet 
& writer blog friends a very
Happy New Year! 
I have so enjoyed your poems
& writings these past few months.
After a 20 year hiatus from writing,
you are definitely an inspiration.
I truly look forward to reading
what you have penned this year!

Mermaid

Across the sea

beyond the concrete wall

is where I want to be

swimming like a mermaid

I would so have it made

not be real

just for a day.

~self portrait~

~maxi dress made by me~

Boyfriends Bike

Remember me?

we were kids really

your sly smile

with wicked blue eyes

bike riding to my house
excited with your news
of baseball training camp

holding my hand

a brush of a kiss

across my cheek bone

whilst saying goodbye

just a summer apart

you say…..

not knowing

my childhood love

for you

would forever depart.

~image via~

at dawn

When sleep evades me

a design

for a new dress is made

carefully sewn

ready for

when I leave home.

I start my

little white car

acceleration

always a rush

the sun

I barely feel

as I drift

towards the sea

From a water of blueness

I feel the crystal white sand

the heat of the sun

the powerful waves

crashing down

enticing me

to the dark caves

where I might find

another soul

who calls

this paradise home.

~self portrait~

~beach cover up & fringe bag made by me~

~images by me~

inspired by 

Poets United

my obsessions

sewing, driving, the beach

The ghost of me....

What I once was

was what I hide

until I met you

& became your bride

Time has passed

& the ghost of me

comes alive.

another day.....

to face the light

trying to keep up

before night.

~photo taken by me~

A broken phone

Text me

FB me

Instagram

Tweet

Inane vine

How about just talking to me?

~image editing via my Pentax K-r~

Modern day.....

witch

roaming the streets of London

no one notices her
in this time
but one
remembers her
spells that
 were quite divine.

~DeniseAngela~


~self portrait~

Poets United

Verse First ~ Difficulty

C'est moi

I like to take photographs of the randomness of my life.
I like to write about it...in a photograph to poetry to prose sort of way.
I like black & white.
I like to dress like a lady.
I like the dark side of writing.
I like the 60's.
I like to sew couture.
I like fast cars.
I like the cinema.
I like to write poetry in Paris.
I like to wander the streets of London.

This is where I share..... my notes....my thoughts about a moment in time.

Travelling by car, plane & train to
London, Paris & sometimes....Portugal,
to get away from it all & lose myself
in the art of writing.

Born & raised in Vancouver, British Columbia
with French blood running through my veins this is

fragments of my creative soul...cloaked under my nom de plume.

~DeniseAngela~

~Photographs taken by me~
~White dress made by me~