[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.


So sorry folks, I have had a set back and will not be able to be around, I need to stay very quiet.

[MEG33]

I am so sorry..Take care. I have a poem and picture I'll post.

Wild Sweet Peas..Near The Beach At Sunset
Before Sunset by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Love's twilight wanes in heaven above,
On earth ere twilight reigns:
Ere fear may feel the chill thereof,
Love's twilight wanes.

Ere yet the insatiate heart complains
'Too much, and scarce enough,'
The lip so late athirst refrains.

Soft on the neck of either dove
Love's hands let slip the reins:
And while we look for light of love
Love's twilight wanes.

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. Sorry to hear that you had a relapse. Take care of yourself and please get well soon.

[Lady Jag]

Feel better, Feather!

Inspiration

How often have I started out With no thought in my noodle, And wandered here and there about, Where fancy bade me toddle; Till feeling faunlike in my glee I've voiced some gay distiches, Returning joyfully to tea, A poem in my britches. A-squatting on a thymy slope With vast of sky about me, I've scribbled on an envelope The rhymes the hills would shout me; The couplets that the trees would call, The lays the breezes proffered . . . Oh no, I didn't think at all - I took what Nature offered. For that's the way you ought to write - Without a trace of trouble; Be super-charged with high delight And let the words out-bubble; Be voice of vale and wood and stream Without design or proem: Then rouse from out a golden dream To find you've made a poem. So I'll go forth with mind a blank, And sea and sky will spell me; And lolling on a thymy bank I'll take down what they tell me; As Mother Nature speaks to me Her words I'll gaily docket, So I'll come singing home to tea A poem in my pocket. Robert W. Service

 

[WayzataJOHNN]

Sea Change

Deep, deep, oh is this, the dark blue sea
Washing upon the shore here beside me
And I watch hypnotic waves as they flee
Across the beach of Time seeking the lee

As on high the gulls cry as if in some pain
And on the horizon the clouds hint of rain
A conflict that mimics humans calm and sane
Or depicts the possibilities twix dull and fain

[MEG33]

Thinking Of You, Soaring Feather

Cosmos...Sea Shell