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Posted on 11/03/2007 6:52:47 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
Oh goodie, a new place to play!
WOW,
Talk about your riot of color!
It is beautiful isn’t it?? It’s the Sugar Maples that are the reds and oranges, and some yellows mixed in.
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Hello, and Welcome to The Dragonflies’Lair. Nice to have you here, please continue to come by, we poets love a full house.
Lovely picture, brilliant reds.
Oh-oh, new blood! Welcome, glad to see you here. Are you a poet, a reader. or an as yet undiscovered graphic artist???
Another Life, Another Time
Tis the verdant green of the valleys I miss the most I think
Where the mild summer winds carry the many scents of life
And the lovely river runs slowly to the Irish Sea tumbling so rife
Where the long grasses move like waves into which we sink
Cool grass bower and shade of an ancient tree shelter us sweet
As we love the day away in a timeless moment just for we two
Holding each other with passion as all lovers are aching to do
Not realizing how such moments are both temporary and so fleet
Rolling hills about us, and we together reach beyond them so high
Our hearts are fused in need and pleasant exploration as we burn
For such is the manner of love, such is the way of all hearts turn
And so we fill the day with expectations under a cerulean sky
As evening touched the edge of day we walk the long road home
And by the hearth we remembered the day for it was our first
Even now it remains bright, the memory of our love’s thirst
When we made the pact and kept it good, there on Erin’s loam
Time washes so much away yet it remains so very clear
And the magic we knew of each other is still there fair I say
Though you are gone and I so many thousands of miles away
I hold onto the memory still burning within so sweet and clear
Well, kinda. I'm a retired (writer, photog, artist) ole gramma, except for continuing to write a column and painting family portraits, including my kit-kat
First Kiss
Their eyes meet there in full moon light, something not so rare
But this night something’s different here, and there’s magic in the air.
“Is the summer breeze always this alive?” she softly wonders there,
Something in his eyes speak to her soul, a challenge and a dare
that keeps her from moving.
There under the spreading cherry tree, beneath the warm moonlight,
He looks into those blue-grey eyes, stormy, warm and bright,
Here at the place where it all began, where he woke up to the sight
Of these two eyes that needed him to help her make things right,
To be her protector.
A touch, a sigh, the moment comes when there’s no turning back
As midnight dawns a lover’s light to chase away the black —
The sounds, the scents, the moonlight all join in one attack
To bind the fears that held them in a lonely loveless track
Of self-imposed angst.
Spinning, spinning round them as soft as lover’s sigh
Auras raised by passion reach out to kiss the sky
A brush of lips, electric fire make red and pink sparks fly
Bright fireworks build of love and need that sparkle in the eye
Of those who have the sight to see.
“I’m a retired (writer, photog, artist) ole gramma”
ahhhhhhhhhhhh, a seasoned writer, visual artist, and Second Class-Angel. (Still an Angel, just no wings...yet.) Yep, you got all the good stuff working for you!!!
;^)
Nice, visual, and intimate! You have a nice combination working here, I like this a lot.
Well off to bed, early riser tomorrow, things to do and people to speak to.
Later ya all
I have turned into a narrative poet.
Got more, but most of it would require some explanation if you aren’t familiar with the characters
But if anyone is interested, most of it, including the novel, most of it can be found here:
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php/u/Knittingknots
Today’s virtual breakfast offerings are:
- Southern style biscuits and gravy
- Sausage patties or links
- Country fried potatoes
- Angel wings waffles
- Assorted fresh fruit
- Assorted juices
- Yogurt
- Sticky cinnamon buns
- Milk
- Columbian coffee
Bon Appetit
Chef Tude
As we open our eyes and greet the day
we should look to the heavens and pray
and rejoice in the wonders that abound
and thank the Lord we are still above ground
to enjoy all of life’s mysteries as they unfold
and treat them as if they are gold
and cherish them as we get old.
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