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Posted on 01/09/2005 4:58:38 AM PST by Soaring Feather
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Hi ms. marlowe.
Thanks for Peggy Lee, she is a classic.
BUMP!
Great song, TS!
Thanks for the bump!!
Yes, Texas Songwriter's music is grand, I love it.
Dark Sea Raging
The waves crash upon the black rocks,
spewing their spume high into the air.
Spray cascades like chill despair,
across the shattered stone blocks.
Wind and waves carve the stones,
etching their story with patience.
Elements equally subtle and arrogance,
story tellers writing on earths bones.
The wind howls in primal rage,
angry at itself, frustration builds to a storm.
Nature vents her anger in all her forms,
and mere mortals hide at this stage.
The sea is a heaving mass whipped by the storm,
spray tears off the crests in horizontal rain.
I swear I can hear Nature’s soul deep pain,
as her moods shift and then transform.
The coast is battered in the onslaught,
changing right before my eyes.
Each moment lives and then moves on to die,
the elements battle as Nature’s dreadnaught.
Dark sea rages and vents the energy within,
unleashing the power to change a world.
Each wave a hammer swiftly hurled,
upon the anvil of the waiting shore again.
I love the storm, for it matches the one within,
both seeking to overcome the ennui around us.
Seeking that point of equality, balance amid fuss,
where a moment of peace might begin.
High Country Dawn
Blue edges the crystal clear sky,
teases the tops of distant mountains,
just as the brilliant gold fire of dawn,
waits to dress the peaks with coming day.
I wait to see dawn upon the peaks so softly lay,
and hear the first bird songs well up like a fountain,
as I stand here entranced until the moment is gone,
the price for my joy an early awakening is all I pay.
Rain Wrath
Running, as hard as you can,
breath whistling in and out.
Each a pain that seems to shout,
as fear tears at you as terror spans.
Rain falls in constant sheets,
turning earth into flowing mud.
Covering all in sweeping flood,
taking lives on once friendly streets.
Landscapes shift into a brown sea,
complete with tides and churning debris.
A mud tsunami taking those who run to flee,
changing lives from what might be.
Earth shifting with sudden speed,
making man aware of his mortality.
Frightening brush with fatality,
as man learns to fear Fate’s sudden deed.
The three preceding poems are gifts to the lovely Bentfeather, may she enjoy them at her leisure.
:^)
I hope y'all are doing well these days.
*HUGZ*
Hullo WayzataJOHNN!
Welcome to The Dragon Flies' Lair!
Such a wonderful and pleasant surprise in the Lair this morning. Thank you so much for the wonderful gift of your poetry.
Hello radu!
How very nice to see you! Did you find some left over crumbs on the floor?
'Tis a bitter cold morning hope you and the kitties are warm.
Oooops, special Good morning ping to Dave!
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Coffee & Donuts
Morning Sam!
Whoa very graphic poem. Happens all to often around here- the deer population is huge.
Good tunes today, thanks much.
Glad you are home-it's a beast on the East Coast.
hello Ms Feather
its really cold here -6 last night
and a whopping 11 right now
thanks for the thought<I am starting the serious work of gettimg my manuscripts all worked out to start getting things ready so I have been away,but none of you are ever forgotten and i do peek sneak looks to see what your all up to,seeya later
Hi Dave!
Good to hear from you. I guess we are in the cold belt. LOL
It's afternoon here now and there has not been a warm up. I am running the furnace hotter than I usually do, there is a North wind blowing, can't keep this old manse warm on that end. There are people upstairs who complain about cold. Oh well, it's warm on the ground floor it should be warmer upstairs.
Hope to have some poetry from you soon.
Take care.
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