beautiful notes
larks join in sky’s symphony
rain plays tympani
*
pounding on the pane
spring colours run grey
listen… the chorus
**
perfect key
he sips from a lily
break in the storm
beautiful notes
larks join in sky’s symphony
rain plays tympani
*
pounding on the pane
spring colours run grey
listen… the chorus
**
perfect key
he sips from a lily
break in the storm
On this dry orb called earth, women continue to beg for peace, hope for their children to survive, and yearn for love. There is one love that seeks to save and heal the lost His name – Emmanuel.
I hear the beat
dry, fruitless dirt
soldier’s cruel boots
echo on the earth
***
We beg for peace
our limbs weak, torn
Messiah we wait
free us from scorn
***
Emmanuel
we await the day
that you will drive
world’s hate away
***
We beg for hope
our babes they die
cruel these times
no tears left in our eyes
***
A child born
who knew His pain
God’s son broke
death’s eternal chain
***
Emmanuel
we await the day
that you will drive
world’s hate away
writing in the margins
so much more to say
images collide
cold and cloudy day
filling up the pages
lost amidst the line
start where ended
fretful is my mind
notes are merging
losing the details
misty is the matter
flattened now my scales
Alzheimer’s is a debilitating disease for the elderly. People working in the filed have found that music helps retain some connections to life’s memories.
meld rosewood and sinew to one
harp knowing each caress
stroke fire into song
fingers, loving press
practice lasting long
night melody persists
moonlit arias never gone
pause for noted rest
crescendo dance with dawn
musician and instrument one
***
Tension in the strings
notes crash against the shore
concentric circles
*
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Marriage. How many know of the beauty (and tension) of marriage?
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Deep within my soul
there flows a faithful song
it started as a child
like a friend it tagged along
Whispers in the leaves
and echoes in my head
lingers in heart’s dreams
where daily it was fed
Growing like the falls
music’s river rushes on
deep within my soul
there flows a faithful song
stopped midstream
notes drown out the chaos
brass makes waves
*
the musical challenge
merge voices into one
I weave with a blue thread
you weave with a red
the result is wild purple
the moment pulls at you
when perfect harmony meets
anticipation grew
the moment hot with fury
the crowd, none can speak
notes soar for a moment
rise are at their peak
there is in that moment
wave’s untapped energy
voices in perfect satisfaction
base clef synergy
For any of you who have been musicians there is that bubble that you are in when the baton is raised – the world is suspended and you the musician have this magical power for one endless moment..
This poem is written for Poets United the prompt for the week is Power.
shaded by blossoms
it is like song in a play
resting on a journey
© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)
rays burst in music
blossoms lite on sleepy lashes
spring notes are pink
The prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Shaded by Blossoms
a season past where tears formed streams
cherry blossoms now burst in spring
where lightening seared a rift in oak
the vine is mending a path of hope
the winter offered barren cold
there’s feasting in our forest I’m told
voices seek two hearts to mend
harmonic tones a heavenly blend
dawn’s release of sun to sky
a tear emerges from my eye
all the words that will ever be
cannot express nature’s beauty
The poet’s united prompt for the day is Enlightenment. How are you enlightened?
(If you click the dove, she looks up close and personal)
This week at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Kristjaan is again challenging our writing with another Haiku lesson:
“Maybe this episode had to be our first Haiku Writing Techniques episode, because this week it’s all about one of the basic writing techniques of haiku, the surprise, that one moment as long as the sound of a pebble thrown into water. That moment we have to catch in three lines, three lines which have to tell the whole story of that one moment, that surprise. That one moment is the essence of haiku. It’s an impression caught in three lines and (mostly) seventeen syllables.”
rapture’s crescendo
one tear of understanding
momentary captive
Please enjoy the creative work by fellow haiku poets at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
Experiments in Creative Writing, and more ....
Poetry by Mich
FOR READERS AND ASPIRING WRITERS
Everyday musings ....Life as I see it.......my space, my reflections and thoughts !!
From Board Books to Clean YA
Cherishing the Past while Celebrating the Present
FROM ONE PARENT TO ANOTHER
Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd