Heaven's Playground
I guess this poem somewhat reflects my interest and thoughts on astronomy and man's need to reach out beyond our little blue gem !
A Winter's Dance
This seasonal experience is one which I have always loved and patiently wait for every winter....the beauty of nature!
Spring of forsythias
Written in april 2010 (forsythia-- shrubs live on the Huabei Mountains in the north of China)
The Perfect Art
In humid gloom she weaves her doom; by moon's faint rays, she spins to lay her silken trap of which one snap will bring to naught what she has sought: namely a fly that has to die so that it can perfect her plan. Flawless her
Reapers
A chord of wings, and the barn owl glides before the eyes of stars. Behind the hills the sun dips its amber face, sizzles into the Atlantic. From his den the fox pads, longing to sink his fangs into a hen's plump neck. Men carryin
round one
round and to the sun we all go to seek and to run a stream flowing to the standstill of one and what lays hidden has only begun... _______(c)2006
The Witch in the Woods
In my long skirt down to my ankles, I step inside the woods in my bare Feet. I do this because I can feel mother earths Energy. Her strength. Her will to survive. Twigs and leaves crackle under my Bare feet. I love it. In the middle
Durango
Beautiful spot!
The Wild
In the pod of natures curve, I seek for the misplaced and undisturbed. I turn wide eyes to green, soaking in the silence and the wind that runs through childhood dreams. I find thickets and thorns that cant deceive. I find cliffs and rocks w
An Afternoon Snorkel
Amazing! Thanks JerseyGirl for suggesting this as a poem topic!
Corvus Corax
I enjoy what I like to call 'bent-wing' birds. That is, those which land with wings open, often bent, right before touching down, flapping slowly. Smaller birds probably do this same thing, but the difference is that they do is so quickly, that it is more something that you *see* than something you *watch*. If you think about it, this specific thing, I believe it lends a lot towards considering the difference in attitude, or personality, of larger birds versus smaller. It does for me, anyhow.
blooming time
flowering poetic
Storm Coming
The force of nature is an endless inspiration
death of spring
it isnt my best work some people like it others dont
Flawless Peach
The flawless peach attracts us to consume so that which once sustained is sacrificed gone but for the layer peeled away left to decay and the pit that allows history to repeat itself.
Our Home
I sit here and watch the world go bye, shedding the tears, that no man supposed to cry. As our world hangs in the balance of reasons and lies, just for a profit, and the things that go jingle. Is this what we become, another margin in your books, tel
voice of soul
when nature wants to embrace you and even angels cant trace you. when you want to be alone to sing with the life's tone. and you hear a sound coming from no where which led you to feel the comfort and peace near.. that sudden change in st
winters sharpend edge
Ooo sweet mist from darkend mountains,roll in my forest of twitherd twine, seep in my blood like ruby wine. Blue ice eyes that rip the skin of ice capped lakes,my fire burns for for your touch,your touch. my chest thick with crystal cut deep in ste
Outdoors
Thoughts upon a summers day.
untitled
I beg of thee To hear my words, To listen with Thine heart, So thou might heal The torture of my soul. I walk a path That is shared by none, A path of mine alone, A path that leadith to The torturing of my soul. I beg of thee, Shar
she--wolf
the only animal on earth....thats loyal,kind,always there,and share unconditional love...any questions???
Under a cloud. ( Triolet).
The sky, with eyebrows lifted, softly sighed It's little puffs of mist above my head. To chide me for the nonsense that I cried, The sky, with eyebrows lifted, softly sighed. My shame in wisdom that I'd cast aside Made sunset's echo blush a crim
Clouds
Those wondrous formations, a panorama filled with heavy air as light as a feather, motionless seemingly, though with an observant eye a conceptive view, they project fragments of a past tell many a tale that once was, consistent, now vapour
Weather The Storm
I just Love Thunderstorms and Rainbows.
hummingbird
thinking about how there is never enough time to accomplish everything in a day.
Beneath the Ground
this is about a tree that grew from a pipe. Real tree and it was astonishing. This happen to come to me in five minutes. Still in awe
Fifty Year Haiku
My life an hourglass Top unseen; season unknown Never to be turned.
September Evening, Camano Island
I wrote this standing on the front porch in the woods of Camano Island. I looked up at the sky and described what I saw, and most importantly, what I felt - gratitude.
dusk to dawn
from dusk to dawn, I stay transfixed on natures view. Its a type of awe that gives you thoughts of how amazing it is from dusk to dawn i listen to the birds in the early morning til the afternoon, natures own musical is an opera of instan
voyage of life
you'll sea...
Stargazer
Inspired by comments made by caroljoyce, a fellow dreamer.
ISLANDS' CRY (All rights reserved.c.)
this poem is purely from my imagination
Time
I'm writting this quite tired but it is me looking back on nature and how wise she is, that we have hope and cna live on through her, through others'memories of us and how beautiful and precious each and everyone here is. Enjoy.
She Sails In Beauty
Just had to write one from my lunacy. Needed to add a comma in the 3rd last line.
To Lanagan
Equal time for home sweet home...
Hunters
A snowy owl in mid Missouri! Not something one sees every day...
A Perfect Day
The sheep are lambing and snowdrops flower spring is in the air and early morning dew is moist in my hair the march hares leap running wild and free the old oak tree stands looking full of glee its young new branches reaching out as if to
"Imagine"
"Have you ever spread your arms out wide, with your eyes closed and imagined you were flying high...the freedom it brings with just the sky for company, your imaginary wings sponging through the clouds like a soft, sweet playing symphany" "Soarin
a sound conversion
one thing leads to another...
Beauty
Trying something new?
SALI VACHEN..
dont know what to say..spontaneous..
determined
this is a blog i did on myspace april 26 2009 funny im looking at other blogs even older than this theme of time passing, me noticing and personal growth... hmph- funny, it always seems when i write it its a now feeling but i guess its a nagging feeling? oh well-