Noellie's Place

Orchids & Puddles

5000 miles away your daughter sends a picture to you of the colored orchid she sees growing in the wild.
He sees a puddle then looks at her and smiles as he jumps and splashes her with the water. 

She used to be mine

Its beautiful and tragic, all the things in a song that rips your heart in two. 


Happiness shouldn’t be a life goal for the end.  Your life should be filled with the happiness you lived before it’s over.

Beach Finds

I took advantage of this record breaking February weather and found a treasure trove of beauty and serenity.

Toy Dolls

Play house

Play nice

Pick up a doll and hug it twice

6 W’s

WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails

Beautiful & Ugly

Everything is good and what I’ve dreamed
Everything is wrong and not what we ever dreamed


Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about

Touching  innocence and those that never chose

Days Like This

When it’s nobody’s business the way that you want to live
I just have to remember there’ll be days like this

Tales of Time

Those with plenty but dare not share could lose it all with nothing to spare.


Panic simmers beneath the skin

Can’t believe what is true

Your fathers God becomes your own

Forgotten Deeds

Fingers tight around colors of red

Tongue  pressed out in concentration

Little finger touching paper of what will be

A Love Affair

Wordless wants flush my cheeks

Eyes cast down to hide the fire

Beyond the Feeders IV

An eruption of glass and heavy blackness violently knock you to the ground. As your vision fades you hear the birds and see the image beyond the feeders that lured you here…

Opinion vs Truth

He wants a word of kindness and to feel self worth. He has to be tough because nice will get you hurt.

Blogger Recognition Award

I try to focus on the kind side of life. We all have struggles and find them overwhelming at times. Sometimes we feel alone and lost

Beyond the Feeders III

Here in the pleasant dark, a flood of emotions rush to the front with a woeful longing to being felt.


It is also a place owned by all and that is where I begin….

Silent House

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

Simple Act

Tears of hope roll down my dry cheeks

Beyond the Feeders II

Like a black avalanche being called by the sound to follow, color appears beyond the ebbing tide of birds. It’s beautiful. It’s dangerous. It is a fate unfolding from the heavens bore from the depths of your new hell.

Beyond the Feeders

Grabbing your favorite large mug that fits perfect in your hand with just the right amount of morning glory, a smile forms at the corners of your mouth with anticipation for the favorite moment of the day…..and then you see it…..