February 20, 2007 at 12:29 am (Poetry)
In another world
So close, but still so far away
Made by a dreamer for just one day
Flame-licked flowers bloom by moonlight
In velvet darkness
They light the night
High above the silver grass
Hang crystal spires
Of liquid glass
And fantastic beasts
here congregate
Called there by the hand of fate
Shifting hides of molten lead
Feathered phoenix
A blaze of red
Gossamer serpents of living light
All fanciful beasts
Gather in the night
Under the full moon they the dance
Silver dragons and white stags
On the moonlit plain they prance
Golden feathers fly like flags
And as the crimsom dawn arrives
The gathering is over
Winged things sail back through golden skies
And mist-beasts to their patches of clover
And then soon the dreamer wakens
Taking apart her world of creation
And the world sleeps until the next night
The next time when the dreams take flight
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February 10, 2007 at 4:15 pm (Poetry)
Words fly free
On the wings of a crane
To far distant places
And then back again
His feathers are letters
Written in code
His masters are children
Not yet very old
His song is a message
His body is words
He is part of our flock
Of the messenger birds
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February 10, 2007 at 2:22 am (Poetry)
Can I be a writer?
How can it be?
Can I have a talent
To write poetry?
I can write of the mountains
I can sing of the trees
Words flow from my pencil
Wanting to be freed
Is to feel like a poet
Just to
Feel like me?
To write is simplicity
To sing
It is poetry
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February 7, 2007 at 12:33 am (Poetry)
Poetry is
The language of spirit
If you can hear it
If it can be spoken
It lies in the air
A promise unbroken
If you can hear it
Than you can know
For a brief instant
The song of a soul
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February 5, 2007 at 9:39 pm (Poetry)
Shells are found
As ocean rushes
Breaking from
The full moon’s clutches
Crashing on
The sandy shore
Knocking on
The ocean’s door
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