Love Sees Beauty

A souvenir picture from this Winter, frost on the rear window of my car. 💙

Love Sees Beauty

Love sees Beauty in ‘imperfections’,

in the ‘ordinary and common’ sights,

in the chaos that births creation

where awe and wonder delights.

Love sees Beauty present in every form

though judged by many a human-

feet, ears, nose judged ‘too big’, ‘too small’,

‘too little’ fat or ‘too much’,

‘too short’ in stature, ‘too tall’,

‘bad hair day’, no hair at all,

warts, pimples, scars and wrinkles-

Love sees Beauty through it all.

Love sees treasures of Beauty

in rocks, in weeds, in grasses that sway,

in taken-for-granted inventions,

in Nature’s abstract and fractal formations,

in sunset skies reflected on water,

in weather ‘events’ or calm of a day.

Love sees Beauty in the artist’s mess

transforming chaos into creations-

spills, sound-jumbles, rips, smudges, smears,

trash-treasures, excavations, explosions

moving dirt to build, to form

something new like the formation of stars.

Love sees Beauty through it all.

We see through the ‘eyes’ of God

when we see through Love for all.

March 27, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC


Meaningful Short Sentences

Abstract Tree and Shrub. I created this from a night photo I took around Christmas one year by swinging a camera I had at the time then playing with the image in Photoshop software. It has nothing to do with the poem except the creation of meaning. 🤗😂💕✨

Meaningful Short Sentences

Short sentences

command, demand,

reveal, conceal,

uplift, depress,

heal, stress,

agitate, motivate

and more…


or tone of voice

adds layers

to context

even more…

Start. Stop!

Hold on. Let go!

Come here. Go away!

I see. I didn’t know!

Be well. Don’t tell!

Fear not. Watch out!

You’re hired. You’re fired!

I love you. I hate you!

She said “Yes”. He said “No”!

Move along. Fight on!

Time to go. Stay here!

Thank you. Bless you!

This Language

has more…

Do others?

I don’t know.

March 26, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Alien Garden

This is a composite of some of my photos. This poem may not fit into your present world view but you may wish to read it anyways if curious. You’ll see that the photos of my Word documents show that the program doesn’t know yet how to cope with poetry and poetic licence like all our sightings of UFOs and ETs. Lol! 😂🤣💕✨

Watching Wild Birds

This is a photo I took outside here weeks ago absent the wild birds and later development of the Spring bulbs.

Watching Wild Birds

Plump pillows behind my back,

a cozy comforter, a hot coffee

warming one hand, I quietly peer

through my window this morning

seeing Spring gently kiss the land.

On the other side of the grey gravel

recycled black pails hold treasures-

Spring bulbs about to flower

amidst fresh blue-green leaves

long and slender, sturdy and stout.

They sit at the base of a rock face-

beige and grey, rust and brown,

cracked and creased and carved,

weathered and mossed in veins,

part of a hill taken away.

Atop the incline by the flowers

of this potted garden of my new home,

I’ve thrown seed offerings to birds

amidst moss and grass and weed

just below the rusty roll of wire-

once a fence, now a perch for birds

watching the farm cats come and go.

In changing seasons and weather,

wild birds flock to my feed.

They’re not even birds of a feather,

this flock of visitors I now see

once more as often before,

males and females, young and old,

all together- sparrow, junco, towhee.

They all travel in flight together,

not minding different colour or size,

finding some reason to be together.

What that may be, I don’t know

but I delight when they’re in sight,

watching them close to the window

as I sit in my cozy nest bed

making sure they’re all well fed.

Watching them chat and dine,

I must say ‘The pleasure is mine’.

My reward is simply that pleasure-

birds and flowers, a visual treasure.

Coffee gone, it’s time to get up now,

change and move on with my day…

March 23, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC


You are invited to question…
What does Paradise mean to you?
Humanity’s Childhood Stories

You may wish to expand the screen photos to read more easily, especially with eyestrain from screen-time exploring posts like me 😳🤩😍🤗😁💕✨oh yes, these are my photos and digital art 💕✨

A Quilting Story

Stitching by hand and by machine, I made this large quilt for my son
My son has an interest in Astronomy so I purchased this material and hand quilted it in random lines. I’ve also made a lap quilt for my daughter and before that a ‘postage stamp’ style quilt as well.

A Quilting Story

Growing up, I watched my Mother, Dixie, develop many interests including Quilting.

Quilting Books, templates, fabrics of all kinds gradually filled up her ‘Sewing Room’. We often said that she could open her own fabric shop, amused by the volume of textiles added to her collection of many yarns, sewing machines, threads and just about every accessory ever invented for Sewing, Knitting and Quilting. As well as learning needlework from her Mother, Dorothy, she took adult courses at the local highschool for Sewing and Quilting. She also had lessons from a professional Quilter in that lady’s home when Mom was boarding there to attend a college training course to be a Registered Nursing Aide. Mom excelled in her nursing because she genuinely cared. Her passion for Quilting led her to create a total of about five baby quilts I’m told. I never actually saw them but I’m sure they were cherished gifts.

As for the fabrics, well, she brought most of her years of gathered inventory to a Church craft and yard sale. Dad and I helped Mom set up her tables piled high with many colours, patterns, textures and lengths of material. It was a sight to behold. It all sold.

For about $100.00 an excited Vietnamese refugee couple sponsored by Church members became the enthusiastic possessors of thousands of dollars of fabric . Mom was so pleased to help them out. She made $300.00 that day. I still recall seeing Dad’s face as he quietly chuckled and shook his head. As did I.

March 18, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

See You Later

See You Later

Though it’s been fun

being here- reading

and writing, it seems

my eyes do need

a rest from screens.

I’ve had a good run

these past few days.

You’ve enriched me

in many ways

and I hope too

the same for you.

Still, my eyes need

a rest from screens.

I’ll rejoin you

in a short while.

Sending a hug

and a happy smile.


March 11, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

One-Sided Conversations

A Photo Metaphor of an old photo I took before

One-Sided Conversations

you know those one-sided conversations…

you do all the talking and no one else

can get in a word or two…

someone else does all the talking

talk talk talk but where are you-

silent or hoping to say…

well perhaps uh-hu- hm-hm- you do…

even cherished words in holy books

can be one-sided conversations

repeated from a long distant past…

ancient words spoken and written

words translated words interpreted

words of histories and mythologies

made sacred and made to last…

some understandings rules rituals

traditions simply stuck in the past…

continuous one-sided conversations

repeated hypnotizing repetitions

words repeated in mind-body actions…

someone else does all the talking

talk talk talk but where are you-

a head full of someone’s words

even thinking their thoughts too…

or perhaps you do all the talking

your head so full of words streaming now

even God can’t get in a word or two-

that two-sided conversation now-

clear loving uplifting understandings…

words feelings experiences now

is impossible you say- crazy you say

repeating someone’s words of yesterday-

reliving the past even today…


March 11, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

My Heart Remembers (revised)

My Heart Remembers

some think rebirth a fiction

but my heart remembers you…

i look into your eyes and see

deep buried love that used to be

the wonder the joy in other lives

our souls both true love graced…

my heart remembers you…

another time another place

a different name a different face

despite it all i recognize

your being in another guise

your soul in its disguise…

my heart remembers you…

free to travel time and space

by our spirits’ loving grace

here and now we meet again

forgetting what once was

till only love itself remains…

my heart remembers you…

we are a mystery to solve

ever changing to evolve

finding love held deep inside

entangled love that never dies…

here and now we meet again

strangers not strangers once again

now once more you say to me

you seem so familiar

have we met before…

yes my heart remembers you…

February 18, 1993- revised 2005-

revised March 10, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Play It Again…

Play It Again…

a song a film a game

plays over again again again…

a feeling of deja vu…

here we’ve done it again

with ifs and wishes and dreams…

it all seems so familiar

your clothes your face your hair

have we done it all before

it feels like we’ve been

playing out another version

of a story lived before…

you see me and i see you

a dance of time in repetition

same rhythms same pace

moving through space and place

yet open to free will choice

moving in differently directions

moving together again…

have we done this before

how do i seem to know you

i’ve always loved your…

but you’ve never seen it before…

many open potential-portals

many entrance and exit points…

someone i’d like you to meet…

do you move forward or retreat

oh- perhaps another time…

or- will i see you again

it all depends… how do you feel

please don’t take that…

i have a feeling you say…

or- why don’t we take a chance

i have a good feeling i say…

a song a film a game a life

shall we play it over again

shall we add a few revisions

to words to dids and didn’ts

perhaps cut and redo it again…

March 10, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Bright Yellow Chairs

moments caught by technology- my daughter and me

Bright Yellow Chairs

a cool day by cold water

beneath a moody winter sky

mountains in the distance

bright yellow chairs in a row

beautiful to behold

strong enough supported

and anchored to withstand

fierce winds and stormy weather…

yesterday my daughter and I

took photos of her and me

my request- soon to be 73…

moments caught by technology

reminders for when I’m gone

or when she’s gone before me…

we sit on those deathly cold chairs

taking turns- laughing smiling

wrinkles erased by distance

battle-scars of weathered living

covered by warm coats of love…

my daughter and I- friends forever

together in so many lives

as with my son- family- friends

soul companions- friends forever…

undaunted by stormy worlds

though cold- uninviting- fierce

together we just jump in

staying a while- little or long…

photos taken- we moved on

to other scenes and other stories

experiences to live and to share

bringing the warmth of loving care…

March 9, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC

Wings Up Wings Down

Birds In Flight…delighted I caught this moment…

Wings Up Wings Down

birds in flight

a common sight

i painted birds’

wings up

my lover painted

wings down

though we both saw

wings moving

both up and down

or soaring straight

then folded when

resting on the ground

he’s flown away

with his pessimism

i flew away too

still on the wings

of my optimism

still watching birds’

wings moving

both up and down

or soaring straight

then folded when

resting on the ground

March 8, 2023

Shelley Audrey Wilson

Victoria, BC