Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on March 31, 2008 | 5 Comments »
It’s better to be in between
Than always stuck in one extreme
To cope, we often justify
The things we cannot rectify
The turmoil that provides the churn
Results in undue self-concern
Contradiction plagues each soul
That yearns for that which makes it whole.
Posted in Entertainment, Other, tagged and more!, Arts, Fiction, National Poetry Month, Poetry, Prose, Word Catalyst Magazine Live on March 27, 2008 | 6 Comments »
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Posted in Poetry, tagged change, life, nature, Poetry, unproductive nurturing on March 27, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Lovely little Lucy
Let me give you light
Let me lift the shades a bit
Restoring you with sight
Fluff your feathers Lucy
And leave the bonds of night
Within your cage you can’t engage
In wonderment of flight
The door is widely open
And yet you choose to rest
You’ve clucked and I have spoken
Now I leave you to your nest.
In afternoon I shall [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged nature, Poetry, the path of least resistance, water on March 26, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Water doesn’t etch a path
That alters our existence
It simply takes the easy route
That offers least resistance.
It doesn’t fret relentlessly
On how it goes or where
It simply flows ’round rock and tree
To get from here to there.
Posted in Poetry, tagged good intentions, Poetry, sparks on March 24, 2008 | 11 Comments »
When stumbling into foreign land
without a clue, much less a plan
No one else need feel remorse
for those who choose a wayward course
Though well meant gestures oft inspire
a wayward spark can fuel the fire.
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on March 20, 2008 | 10 Comments »
Constantly torn
between righteous and wrong
alters the page
and rewrites the song.
Lurking somewhere
between fine and forbidden
the dream is elusively
shared — though well hidden.
Posted in Poetry, tagged gardens, Longing, passion, Poetry, spring on March 18, 2008 | 9 Comments »
I long for my garden
where wild flowers grow
to wander for hours
or lie still below
the shelter of trees
as they whisper and moan
I long for my garden
where passion is grown.
In early morning hours
when night begins to fade
my eyes behold a gentle light
that hides the world we’ve made.
Before the day progresses
I try to capture part
of this early morning innocence
and keep it in my heart.
Posted in Poetry on March 14, 2008 | 15 Comments »
I confess I’m guilty of the crime
I thrive on sinful sounds of rhyme
a small transgression, in my eyes
for which I don’t apologize.
It’s not an effort on my part
but the natural rhythm of my heart
those fleeting thoughts that come and go
captured, they combine and flow.
The rhyme is what entices me
From perfect prose to poetry.
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on March 10, 2008 | 8 Comments »
My husband is celebrating his birthday this week.
This one’s for you my love!
I always try to shine for you
and many times I fail
to do what you expect me to
I try to no avail.
I’ve many dreams within my heart
which often steal my time
but you are very much a part
of the future in my mind.
In times apart [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on March 4, 2008 | 18 Comments »
I touched the surface of the stone
And sensed the crystals’ melt
I felt its coldness in my hand
As smooth as glass on shifting sand
And wondered what it felt.
Did it feel the warmth within my hold
Or did I simply feel the cold?
time to harvest
nature’s crop
New England gold
mined drop by drop
flowing freely
as days grow long
adding notes
to Spring’s sweet song.
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