Lasting Beauty
Why have people substituted so much worthless junk in place of so many beautiful and natural things?
The _ _ _ _ _ _ Sonnet (LadyMorgana's Challenge)
Thanks again to LadyMorgana for the inspiration. The title should be fairly obvious anyway, but I'm still curious to see if it can be guessed from the poem. The animal (or rather species) is not territorial at all except around its own 'home', the reason for which is its tendency to live a monogamous life with one chosen partner. Except for human interference as part of the exotic pet trade, it is a rather robust animal that - more than anything else - can die of a broken heart when held in solitary captivity, especially when removed from a previous partner.
Odontoceti (Lady Morgana's Challenge)
A little hint perhaps in the title????
Under Your Spell
Many thoughts staring out my window my mind drifting away to another time when a late summer night blossoms thoughts still wonderimg what might become of love and life.
Eyes So Icy Blue
A sinking feeling to describe the smell of death washing up upon a stormy shore as it conjures up fleeting images of time and mortality for 'who knows who we really are' when our whole life is only like footprints found in the sand...... here today and gone tomorrow......
Reflections in Nature
Sometimes only the quiet solitide of a walk in nature will heal a troubled mind.
Wisdom In The Woods
A walk in the autumn woods begs for explanations when such things are found as a row of brilliant maples in foliage and many little clues left behind.
Castaway on the Moon
A sober sonnet reflecting my lonely mood on a wet, cold drizzly day feels as if being trapped inside of a spider's coccoon (wrapped by clouds)....for who knows how long ....weird thought ...I know...
Ma'at
Have you ever thought about what it would take to restore life's balance? To fix it where humanity was one with life? Instead of people out there hustling around trying to event this and that to make things better as they see it they would be just enjoying the world as one of natures miracles? To not have anyone better than the other? Richer than the other? The right color? The right size? Just simply allowed to be? To roam the earth to eat the fruits off the trees? Without getting a shot gun shoved in your face and told to get off my property. Because there would no longer be your property or mine. I cannot help but wonder when did we decide we could take property and call it ours? Was this the beginning of the end?
Mannequin Who Loves
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??
Fly
Can’t see you Can’t feel you Can’t hear you Can’t speak to you I dream of you That I’m with you I wish That I feel you You’re closed to me In my heart And On my mind You’re like the air Sometimes here And Sometimes the
To Boldly Go.......
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles. "To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
Baggage
Hello thank you for reading my poem.
My Little Leaf
This sonnet pays tribute to each and every leaf I have ever shared my life with.
Forever Lost
This sonnet is a message of what is lost, when the one true love that seeks us out can only be found through the lense of faith....just believe it.....and it will be so.
A Quiet Shoreline
The sonnet is reflective of a quiet nightime stroll down by the sea on those rare occurrances when the sea is calm and all the stars are out shining brightly. I contemplate what I must do to capture this feeling and make it last in my mind.
My angel
In of all the world and of all the time When Technology hides God's True Power Full of mystery, love and without rhyme She brings joy to my heart at this very hour. Invisible for all but me to see Is her light and her wings that makes her soa
A SONNET TO ANN.
There is more than one way to say 'I love you'. what better form than a 'sonnet'.
300th poem "Mine to Blame"
I am deeply reflective with self awareness on this most festive day of Thanksgiving...like my Puritan fathers before me....is my fate upon the shores of new and wild land.
Deer Hunting
My sonnet is brief narritive of the experience of being a hunter....a cervid is a latin species name for deer....distinguished from Bovidae (Cows) by the male's having solid deciduous antlers and just about the only rhyme there is for fervid......
The Darkest Rose
Such is an emptiness now found in the New England woods this time of year. Visting the grave of my mother, this sonnet is very darkly reflective of my suffering a deep loss, followed by a timeless bitter mourning from a death so deeply personal. Perhaps only in our dreams can such sadness be balanced by the celebration of another happier time in life and also with the hope of her eternal love.
One Warm Glow
Much about rural life is living off the land..and in the forest there connects a winter's chore of cutting trees to a spring chore of splitting wood and stacking over a summer to dry...and then burning logs again the next winter season; as seasons wrap around seasons.
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.
Mystery Of Faith
This sonnet is just reflecting on what Christmas is.
Dreams of Sparkly Things
Just imagining completely looking through the eyes of a great snowy owl in this one....
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.
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.
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. :)
Her Soft Touch
Inspired by the girl of my dreams......on just another lonely night...searching for her....in my heart....
both sides
i wrote this poem after watching the movie...LIFE AS A HOUSE... It tugs at the heart:)
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. :)))
The Moon Will Cry
An expose on pollution. I hope it shames all those whom disregard our fragile planet into some action.
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?? :))
One Winter Night
These cold, colorless New England winter nights sedate such solemn feelings.
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
The Coming of Spring
Spring is just around the bend. Look at how all the stars have shifted in the night sky!
When Nothingness Matters
This sonnet is written as a sublime portals of slightly warmer runoff water enters a slowly swollen stream just beginning to rise with the coming of the first warm rains of spring over a land still frozen in winter time.
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.
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.
Indecision
The complex human nature we call love.
Warlike Menace
Contrasting the predatory nature of mankind with survival.