michele-cameron-drew
American
Since childhood I have been expressing myself through the arts. Writing to me is an extension of my soul. Writing poetry is akin to dreaming out loud on paper. Music is my heart and soul and for many years, it was all I could picture myself doing for the rest of my life. / / At a young age, my very cultured British grandmother instilled the arts into my being. Today I write for several online writing sites and manage several blogs as well as dabbling in some amazing digital art, when I can find the time, but poetic expression has always been my greatest love... / / / Pure Poetry / / Expressive thought read / From the mind of the poet / Dreams flow from the heart / / — Michele Cameron Drew / / / http://www.michelecamerondrew.com / http://www.poeticexpression.net
A depiction of musical art on one's soul...
Pianist playing
Reverie
Sweet reflection
Of my desire
Hear the air
Of soft horizon
Whispering love
For only me
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
As winter wind it creaks and moans
Whipping o'er the world so cold
As brittle as some ancient bones
This age old story's been foretold
Whipping o'er the world so cold
Spellbound spirits lost in time
As brittle as some ancient bones
Fermented long as vintage wine
Spellbound spirits lost in time
Haunting us, lost in the night
Fermented long as vintage wine
We must bring them into the light
Haunting us, lost in the night
As brittle as some ancient bones
We must bring them into the light
As winter wind it creaks and moans
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:47 AM UTC
This morning as I walked along the road,
The winter’s shadow hung about the air;
And casted out its gloom. It was so cold;
But yesterday was spring like and so fair.
A flock of geese I watched the other day,
Perplexed they were as sure as I could tell;
Disoriented like they’d lost their way.
They soared in circles until evening fell.
What have we done to our sweet Mother Earth;
With our excessiveness and sins of greed?
And now that we’ve created this great dearth,
What will we do to rectify our deed?
We must act now before it is too late.
I hope we haven’t sealed our childrens' fate.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:37 AM UTC
As each day closes,
A moment of my hope dies within its passing.
Unanswered prayers lie about the floor,
In puddles of tears.
My deadly sin of pride,
Deems acceptance of responsibility,
For your pain I have awakened,
By sending you astray.
Dreams shattered now,
On deaf ears fall my cries for absolution,
Heart’s lack of breath in suffocation,
By my own hand.
The irony of guilt.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:26 AM UTC
The lyrics of your soul
Pouring onto white parchment
Black ink covering
Melding with a soft
And sensual melody
Engulf my senses
Overflow my heart
With enlightenment
And run over once more—
Filling my soul
With wondrous dreams
Of alluring new chapters— penned
Into the fragmentary novel
That conveys my life
Dare I dream?
Dare I speculate?
Dare I lower my defenses
For one final casting of the die?
As I lay in slumber
Upon my pillow tonight
This melody echoes through me
Your lyrics
Your voice
In perfect unison—
With the rhythm of my heart
And should it cease in wake of morn
One word shall whisper
Through my parted lips—
~ Encore ~
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:21 AM UTC
A picturesque and tranquil wooded glade
The perfect vision for a morning walk
As tiny chanting birds about me flock
Through gentle sway of trees the sunbeams fade
Sweet moments that I would not ever trade
In quiet contemplation without talk
I sit atop a cool, moss creviced rock
While circumstances in my head replay
I’m hoping thee will give me half a chance
To touch thy gentle heart with sweet amour
Explore the splendor of a true romance
Because thou art the one that I adore
Please open up thy soul for just one dance
And I’ll be at thy side forevermore
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 1:11 AM UTC
Still waters of thine eyes call out to me,
Tranquility in sapphire pools of light.
As skyward angels illumine the night,
Melodic splendor emanates from thee.
Exquisiteness of oceans won’t compare,
And neither will magnificence of skies,
To taunting star of sapphire in thine eyes,
That bares the symphony thy soul doth share.
As waves that pound against a rugged cliff,
Tumultuous my life may sometimes seem.
Thee shelter me and keep me safe and whole,
Beloved, thou art blessed with such a gift.
And when I reach for thee with eyes of dreams,
Thy solace washes softly o’er my soul.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 12:39 AM UTC