sunshine-beam
I'm trying out my hand at poetry. I haven't done alot of study on forms yet; maybe I'll get around to that someday. But for now I just like to write what sounds good to my ears, from my heart. If you have any advice, or wish to critique any aspect of my writting feel free to messege me. / I love feedback.
*One handed melody
picks out a tune
a delightful sequence of notes
improvised
mystery behind every corner
in single notes thirds, fourths and fifths
the music's adventure blooms
in this one handed melody*
as my other hand brushes my teeth
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Oh butterfly how gracefully you fly through the woods
the sun glows on your beautiful wings as you fly
you come down for a landing on a rock in the gently
flowing stream to get a drink
then you take off to fly away to a daisy
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
Evening meadow in November
Glowing in sun's golden ember
Wind whispers in the grasses
Kestral screeching as he passes
Giant storm clouds in the distance
But above my head the sky is clear
Birds singing in persistance
Calling for the attention of my ear
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
A silent peace...... so quiet..... so still
a winter field...... so soft and tranquil
misty frost glows on every grass blade
while creation sings " I am what God has made."
though nothing moves, and all seems dead
gentle sunlight flows promising new life instead
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
Walking along the path today
I spotted the humming bird
he hovered
s l o w l y r o s e
until almost out of sight
Then in the blink of an eye
he made a terrific dive
and hovered once more
and repeated his question:
*"Darling do you love me? Will you be my bride?
Will you raise your lovely children, with me by you side?
Will you marry me?"*
slowly again he rose and dove
repeating
"(my) Love?!"
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
Wind
is
blowing
rustle
pluck
leaf
falling
whisper
soft
land
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Too many ways to go
as many as the wind could blow
I'm left relying on your hand to show
the way which only you before hand know
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
Time is a thing that changes
Our scheduals vary, life rearanges
There are times that rush
and others that hush
the racing whir called "growing up"
A life begins in a single moment
and the soul inside is who should own it
on your birthday, mom and dad rejoice
as you, precious child, first lift your voice
and cry
One day, you take your first steps
Then eventually learn to express thoughts and concepts
you see many exciting new places
and come to love many kind faces
the school years come
mother says "Don't miss the bus or you'll be late!"
in a few more years you're on your first date
the time of decision and the path you will choose
comes all too quick and you need all the advice you can use
what kind of person will you become?
Then you make an alliance that's like no other
because this special friend is also your lover
and together you embark to conquer life
and overcome the struggles that can sting like a knife
Tears and laughter, anger and grace
each has their time and all have their place
you raise your family and teach your heart
and hope that what you've built wont fall apart
Like the autumn wind, old age comes
rattling the leaves that once were young
your children have begun the time of their own
and you have loved, taught, and shown
the story of your time is told by the lines on your face
and memories remain like delicate lace
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC