A brush, my fingers are entranced
inhaling rich loamy soil
time upon time ago what were you?
acorns found a safe harbor
limbs created wind breaker
mules with plows toiled
deer on fallen leaves pranced
I kneel beneath arbor
I hold today’s beauty
before she …
becomes rooted with her maker
It is Earth Day – time to care for the ground we live on
The DP Photo Challenge this week is Orange. Orange warms us and refreshes even on the coldest of days.
a friend was a tree
sometimes it was a “she”
while other times it was a “he”
looked up to you
and I sang to my heart’s content
you never minded all the time that we spent
you a person been
you would have complained
when on your limbs I climbed and played
little sappy
I liked how your leaves sang
you’d tickle me as I’d swing and hang
like a mighty ship
I could spy from the highest tip
trying to keep my feet from a serious slip
you never told secrets
I could hide when I was afraid
memories in your golden boughs I would never trade
The prompt for Poet’s United Mid-week Motif is Trees.
What memories do you have as a child in the trees????
I looked in to you
waving in the breeze
a smile big as the sun
climbing with my knees
laying beneath you
in your big shadow
nature’s bed at my command
sand between my toes
I ate from your fruit
white and juicy meat
hardest nut I’d cracked
my mess’n wasn’t neat
“A thousand words will not so deep an impression make as one deed.”
~Henrik Ibsen
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Imagery: is the name given to the elements in a poem that spark off the senses. Despite “image” being a synonym for “picture”, images need not be only visual; any of the five senses (sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell) can respond to what a poet writes.
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“My sorrow,when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be. she loves the bare, the withered tree, she walks the sodden pasture lane.” ~Robert Frost
This Week’s picture and quote prompt provided by Ese is bare. Autumn a fitting time for bare and black and white.
Photography the copyrighted work of L. Moon 2013
In the world of trees
when not as high as your knees
I sang a song
nature sang along
In storms and gales
I’d raise the sails
the salty mist
was my first kiss
by light of books and art
I’d play my harp
and dream of places
magnificent horse races
the places I love
are rapturous above
and far below
where beasts bellow
The imagination vivid
where I’ve oft lived
where worlds unfold
endless stories told
This poem inspired by Sherry over at Poet’s United her prompt today “A favorite place you love”
Photograph: Life of a tree © L. Moon 2013
When you gaze out your window (literally or figuratively) do you see the forest or the trees????
Run my fingertips through mossy hair
flick water drop rainbows toward the sky
inhale your loamy essence
run my hands over your rocky surfaces
grasp the prisms of sunlight
listen to your voice as you rush by
…and all the time long to be a tree by your banks
The question above is the prompt for the Daily Post at WordPress. What do you see????
Photography: “Three Rivers for canvas” copyright L. Moon 2012. This photo I gave an oil painting rendering (using paint.net) to see what it would look like on a canvas. Nature’s textures are so pronounced.
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I love angles so this weekly photo challenge from WordPress was perfect “From Above”
I sat looking
Waiting
Hoping
for One last glimpse
of us
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There we were on our bench
the picture so clear
sweet summer fragrance
eyes only for each other
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You held me tight
beneath the maple trees
emanating warmth
even in the fall breeze
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Words they heard
in our lover’s embrace
carefully conveyed into the night
as though they had done this before
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You were only a breath away
whispered never “let you go”
gave me hope for tomorrow
yet I am here all alone
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That love so strong
had one weak link
more than tears rusted through
our loving embrace
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So I make a vigil
before our bench
I cast my love
into the frosty night
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Into barren arms of naked maples
and cold winter air
“please hold my dreams tight”
they hear me whisper
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I listen for hopes of you
things not spoken my dear
perhaps no one will hear
but maybe they will get
through to you
This poem is in honor of the men and women whose love was separated forever by disaster the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked December 7, 1941.
Join us at One Stop Poetry where the poems are always fantastic and inspirational too. One Shot Wednesday is open to anyone interested in sharing their poetry with like minded writers.
Photography: Leslie Moon – Fall bench
Benson Kua – winter bench
How long had it been
since he first heard her voice?
listened for its sweetness
had no other choice
***
the very first time
up in the trees
carried her to him
in a soft gentle breeze
***
Again he heard her
surf carried this piece
strong and vivacious
she sang with the sea
***
hearing the oldies
loved her by then
musical harmony
sounds close to him
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Lastly he heard her
each day at the start
she had woven her song
in the chords of his heart
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.
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