The Beginning (Part 1)
Words flowing as sweet wine to crystal flute Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine All sense of conversation seems so moot Grapes turning into raisins before eyes Is it the destination where dreams die A place where clouds form to hold mi
The Culling (part 4)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gently rained the clouds as the years went by Years turning to centuries past forgotten Propagating sin allowed not to die Waiting once more for its time to lay rein Gentle wind whispering little girls ear I
The Hardening (Part 3)
Writing these poems have been fun. I don't know yet where it will end. I do know bringing these characters alive out into the open is in its self a dance. Thank you for reading and allowing them for a brief time to enter your domain.
The Jury (Part 2)
They had prayed for a change to all their gods Side by side they waited good holding bad Not knowing which God would answer their cries Not treasuring what they already had A contradiction of one another They had called back an abomination A po
Unfinished Business
Just unfinished business calling my name I would love to lay by your side but can't It would be so futile laying in vain An empty glass just a hollow vessel Wondered what was wrong why love could not be A feeling of incomplete ju
Tides of Love
It is fun to take something we love like the ocean and turn it into so much more with just the mere wording. Thank you for accompying me on my beach trip
She Walked with Grace (sonnet)
She walked with grace through grassy meadows pausing to smell the sensual fragrance watching the rabbits dart down their barrows their white tails flashing creating a drama Azure skies blazing, making perfect the day she laid in the grass
Tell Me
Power went out so sat in the dark on this rainy night and did some scribbling. This is what I came up with.
Hold On Tightly
Love is just like a dance
Tears Sank Into The Sea
Recalling a very melancholy and somber mood after a painful breakup.
Midnight Moonrise
Referencing Cynthia, an alternative name for the Greek moon goddess Artemis. I don't know what possessed me to write this.
Epitaph to love.
if we have lost someone dear, time will allow us to recall sweet memories, and love is not lost.
Waldo's Mountain
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind. (Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared. The junk man died a millionaire.) http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1989-09-03/news/8909024704_1_sexton-junk-waldo
Feathers
A sonnet about watching ducks sleeping on a quiet sunny day.
Caged Inside My Bones
If you'd like to know what's in the ocean, you can just go to the surface and scrape some off.
When we were young
When we strolled in later years our lovers Lane, the magic of our spring had not diminished and remains fragrant filled with memories
Remember
Areflection of lost love.
Friends
you can never have too many real friends
Forty Years and Forty Nights
Talking about one generation...in the ageless and timeless cycles of life...what all can we ever hope to understand about its fleeting nature?
Simply Good Bye
Sometimes in life you have to except what you want to be true does not make it true. One day one might realize they are sitting in a room full of strangers. Kindness goes a long way life. Remember in life you are what you eat. You are what you put into your self. If you put love and kindness into yourself then that is what you will be, so if you find yourself feeding negativity into your life the sensiable thing to do is make changes if it is not where you want to be. Love to all.
Sonnet
Sitting here in the dark no reasoning Watching as the world starts to awake I'm always on the outside looking in Not knowing which road for sure I will take Cold wind upon my face sun heating me Heart filled to the brim so full that
Memory Lane (sonnet)
never written one before so I asked Bill about how to following the guidelines he sent me I wrote this I guess its a load of rubbish you have to start somewhere
sonnet
A rearward glance to the green fields of youth and the joy of these latter days of colour;
Eyes Like a Flower
A little love love sonnet about a woman's eyes......
Celestial Love in a Bottle (An Easter Poem)
I'm just floating an idea of 'celestial love' based on a premise we have only one 'soul mate' for all eternity which makes finding them an even more daunting search. Happy Easter everybody!
I Have Met Love
Sonnets are not really my bag, bit too disciplined for me, but I thought I would have a crack at one.
First Signs of Spring
Love is really all about what you got.. so take a little lesson from nature and .....show it off!! haha (A rather interesting observation of mine)
Zodiacal Contemplations (Starsign Challenge)
I never thought about boiling it down like this before...but here it is....haha
Warlike Menace
Contrasting the predatory nature of mankind with survival.
Indecision
The complex human nature we call love.
Beckoning Your Grace
A mostly spiritual sonnet contrasting life and nature and immortality to the proximity of sunlight.
Spring Meadows
Maybe getting a little ahead of myself as I long for end of winter that the growing, glowing, warming sun will bring.
The Coming of Spring
Spring is just around the bend. Look at how all the stars have shifted in the night sky!
One Winter Night
These cold, colorless New England winter nights sedate such solemn feelings.
Angels And Dinosaurs
A fantasy sonnet about dinosaurs being 'true angels' once living on our planet and down through the ages we mortals have arose but are still waiting their return. It's kind of a strange poem even for my standards not to take anything away from Botticelli who so inspires me with his "Birth of Venus", but maybe he got it all wrong?? :))
The Moon Will Cry
An expose on pollution. I hope it shames all those whom disregard our fragile planet into some action.
A Winter's Thaw
A reflective poem sharing some introspective thoughts and feelings about winter life when after many frozen days comes a little January thaw which 'more' than serves to refresh a winter-weary soul. :)))
A Winters' Sunrise
Out one early mid-winter morning I strolled across the scenes above, for truly silent becomes the night when a new day and a new year is being born. I'm making references when ice forms is has colors, usually blues and yellows, and the reason is that forms contains divalent atoms of copper(blue) and iron(yellow); thus considering the source of ground springs that will form ice cover over stones which I'm calling glass is actually ice. And the owl, oh well, he was just there watching everything and telling me what was going on. :)
Icicles
Reminiscing through frosty windows and dangling icicles such that sometimes I am feeling rather blue to be confined inside my house on many such stormy winter days.
Clefts In The Rock
A deliberate use of metaphor to protest against the emptiness of violent death......and the complete lack of faith, hope, charity, and love sometimes found in my fellow man in this sometimes desolate world as one would imagine if one could gaze across a barren winter battlefield.
Dreams of Sparkly Things
Just imagining completely looking through the eyes of a great snowy owl in this one....
Mystery Of Faith
This sonnet is just reflecting on what Christmas is.