Saturday, December 27, 2008
Pitter Patter, a rhyming poem, believe it or not LOL
The tease of pitter patter, rain gone splatter makes me think of spring, but it is nearly January and winter and cold will surely return to cling. For now, I will enjoy this false pretense in Mother Nature's wand, for within a day or two I'm sure spring-like weather will all be gone. (my attempt at...
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Friday, December 19, 2008
Yet Together
Tonight I read your words. They stir a longing and untangle the loneliness of winter branches swaying in brittle air. When you are far and in a quiet place. We are yet together, closer than the crackling fire dancing with flame.
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
Coffee Shop Summers
Caped in watercress ponds, with fireflies and barefoot nights, memories of June summers still stir in my cup of chai latte. Three dreams like perfect orders of scones tasted and remembered in that prayerful place of grateful moments. Painted, penned and photographed, coffee shop summers flow our...
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Kingdom of Diamonds
Moonlight washes the walls of memories, tenants of my mind move out; they no longer pay rent. All furniture, rearranged, feng shui considered, right down to the light bulb. Emotions flip the switch when not under the care of the Gate-Keeper of Eden's gardens. Obsidian nights cannot resolve the...
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
Vampire No More
Gifted by the floating lotus in my mind, despite the meadows lit in hues of autumn spill, I retain the lustre of heat and sun in the swoon of herons still nesting in my head. Decadence shall not steal the flight from me, nor replace my summer river with beautiful leaves of gorgeous blood red. These...
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
Stone with an Image
In every detail of the poem of life, God is there. He is the mystery in the river's flow. The stone smoothed by water, so liquid, so strong to lap up sharp edges in rocks, turn an artist's painting into soft tones and round ridges. We, like the rocks, are tossed and tumbled turned into soft stones...
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Saturday, October 18, 2008
Body Surfing (Sam444, just wrote this poem...yes, it's been a while!)
In the ebb and flow of silted tides, I tumble like a sand flea to shore. The sound of confusion, a mix of consonants crashing against metaphors and shells; seaweeds soften the blow with smooth vowels of o's, ah's and e's. Twisted and tangled in my own body and suit, ears full of water mind spilling...
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Sunday, August 17, 2008
Projected Fear
We fear endings, goodbyes, changes that leave broken glass in the heart, one footpath on the trail, silence from airways once packed with "I love you's." We fear the unknown and who might take our place, steal the life we were meant to live with the one we love. We fear distance of time and space,...
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Nature's Feast
In the splendor of an adorning light, trellised praise rises in floral scent. There is slumber no more from the firmament, the fields, the brooks, and rivers winding with no eyes to see. An anthem resounds from mossy boughs, glens rejoice in green communion. The siren calls from waters deep, rain...
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Saturday, July 26, 2008
Eternal Garden
I tasted serenity in the violet light of lavender trails and aromic paths at dawn. Borders of perennials waking at first bell of cricket song, discovering refreshment in soft dew touch. Winding hilltops call to spreading birch and pines, and a sycamore of renewal. The morning, enlivened in bird...
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