INSIDE A REFLECTION
A messanger
my 1st haiku for cs
5-7-5, right? Please tell me I got it right. But no, ... no compliments necessary. & I probably should stop going crazy with the ease of publication on this site... (?) But it is a real privilege, and I must be sure not to abuse it.
Haiku
quiet crickets sleep under wet Autumn leaves summer forgotten
fog
Darkness envelopes Fog creeps hill side deep Ebbs and flows Land and lakes Hilsides thickend Vision blurred Thick fog decends Lakes cold and deep Fog surrounds Waters cold deep silience motion losts Fog lingers Envelops Waters
forest
Hot sun Sky blackened smoke Rising Heat and flame Wall of heat heading this way Smoke and heat Fires rage gathers pace wind fans the orange flame Gathers speed Houses hidden within forest deep Green and tranquial Heat gathers wind
I am more wave than water
Luna looses her grip of the tides issuing laced waves to caress sand and stone, hues of color surrendering to gray, sweet cool air providing whispers to the willows and the footfalls of a solitary poet offers no echo. There is peace in darknes
Autumn Soliloquy
Celebrating the first day of Autumn and sharing some thoughts on this transforming season of balance between the light and the dark of winter coming. It is the season of my birth and I have always loved it so! May Autumn transform you and bring love to you all!
Self Prayer
Let me know myself. I am lost in whirling time in swirling circumstance. Things are so powerful! Draining...demanding:dictating. Let me step back to primitive, to nudity, to natural wisdom; breathe deeply to know the freedom of being h
Autumn leaves are falling
Autumn leaves coming down in showers yellow, orange, brown and red blanketing the little flowers tucking them into bed... Autumn is calling leaves f
This Mining Town
Revised version of a poem I wrote last year; much longer than what is allowed in here... Sometimes Life has plans different from the ones we have...
Beauty In Imperfection
The rugged bark of an old tree with imperfection due to its cracks is a wondrous thing of beauty and it's the imperfection that attracts We know that a star-shaped flower does not make a perfect star Yet it has a certain loveliness that indu
The Little Fir Tree part One
There was a plantation of fir trees for some unknown reason, most of them were three to four years old but one It was only in its first year of growth When Christmas drew near, the loggers came and started to cut down some of the oldest The l
The Little Fir Tree part two
The little fir grew all through the summer enjoying the hot lazy days while it could it saw many changes over the weeks and months as autumn passed away the land cooled down Then came the snows of winter, a blizzard or two the snow lay heaped
More Snow
"I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both." Forrest Gump
Hanging on the Edge
Cliff climbing.
simple like water
I wish I was simple but I am like water I can be clear or cloudy calm or to rowdy I can be cool but like to get hot gentle as rain but turn into a squall soft as the snow or rolled into a ball I can be salient or made to steam be re
A Lavender Sky
The sometimes strange colors of our winter skies are truly inspirational and beautiful.
The Mystery Of SELF
In Silence I sit and Ponder The Mystery Of SELF in this vast mysterious universe What Am I? What is anyone? I Exist at least I believe I exist I see the world through my eyes But what are my eyes? Are they just the product of the history o
Endlessly
What I saw heading south in a plane............today
Cutting Flowers
different smells of beauty
A cap you say ?
Another hidden gem amongst the amazing beauty of nz...............
my home
eastern washington, water of plenty where the columbia flowes,yet not a maney tree congreate. Lakes and marshes full of bird song. Canyons ingraved in basalt cliffs with rolling hills sweeping the land. Earth of clay and sand where the wild flowers b
Baby It's Cold Outside
We have some real nasty cold weather coming in the next three days where it is supposed to get down to -22 or so Monday morning.
echo locate
Blind too the world The high pitched sound Echo locate These creature of the night Flying solo they locate their prey Big ears they have For they cannot see Batmen they are not Hanging from the tree In darkness attracts The solli
common as muck
Sparrows shouting and black birds too How I wish I was in the uruweras with you Only the thrush is mellow and inventive If somewhat clichéd The tui speaks with nectiferous eloquence If only I could heat their jazzy solos Sung over the son
Rosebud
First attempt, please be gentle!
never ending..........
bridal veil falls .........wow !!!
RAGLAN - an acrostic for my husband
I took Nu to Raglan... and the place meant a lot more to me this time with him sharing his passion for surfing and his knowledge and respect for the sea/ocean...
the sea
The soothing sound of the sea with its blue waters meet the sky so cloudless the expanse on high. The wonder of mystry there is; what solace beyond compare. To the cliffs each ravanous wave has bowed, and now comes swirling back beneath an angry clou
Come Walk With Me -----Epic
as those of you who have been here a while know I spent 10 years growing up in East Africa just a few memories
Rainbow
A magnificant wonder above my head As the curtain open and drapes the clouds Sunbeams multiply the colours intensity Evoking red of morning´s dawn Enlightening yellow of daylights glow Chilling green of the fertile grounds and calming violett
moonbeams-----haiku
for Tar my purist fan
Coyote
coyote runs wild across fields of verdant green a sly cunning thief
With Final Burst------villanelle
With final burst of golden rays sun sets below the horizon day fades away and here night stays From south gentle warm breeze plays luring forward pretty siren with final burst of golden rays Siren calls hearts are set ablaze and rising up
The Storm
The winds blow hard against the morning clouds, pushing them higher and higher. The lightning flashes across the sky as the thunder roars down upon the lonely meadow. The little birds tremble and rush for cover as the rain washes over them. The tre
Struggle
The battle of life and death is often blurred by our own reality.
The Train
written on a train going to Belfast and I paused and the poem came to me while I gazed at the hill sides
Outside My Door
The gentle breeze is blowing The whispering wind is growing The tallest trees are swaying While the grounded leaves are playing The colors falling from the sky Red, Orange, and Yellow seem to fly Looking up at the perfect blue sky The birds
Broken leaves
Ever crunched the leaf in step? As seasons spread Crawling seasons leapt Dug your hands in sand? Too far from water castles on the land Kings and Queens at the moat singing tunes From the boat Dance upon the redeemer tip toe to sil
Rain
Rain is everywhere no matter where we are some get it heavily others sparsely yet it is very much like life itself we get good rain and bad we just have to adjust to overcome obstacles. Was going to have a break but mind keeps ticking over and words want to flow, whether its good or indifferent it helps me to put down how I think or feel. So again the feelings get me to pen more.
poets feel free to continue my word (challenge)
The call of nature The call of nature Birds singing in the trees
Zero Or Less
winter