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Jeanne Fiedler Nov 2015
Octopus your skilled dexterity
have given you great mastery
You reach out so intelligently
wavering and poking your arms at me
With your stain of peril you do dis me
Your great disguise I hardly see
You extricate your slippery self free
The depths of the ocean answer your plea
You are original, your shape especially
You dance with your arms so delicately
You are a magical creature of the sea
You live so different and obscurely
In rough, dark waters you bond so clearly
Your life remains a mystery
The traces and forms you make so sweetly
will win my respect so permanently
So much like you, I'd like to be
to live with you down in the sea
We would be friends, you and me
to achieve our mighty destiny
A sea creature less spoken and written about. I did a little research and felt inspired to write this poem.
Jeanne Fiedler Feb 2015
The aqua water reflects
white sunlight
immersed within
and throughout
the lake
A wooden pier
leans toward
the other
side of the water
An empty wooden
chair sits at the edge
of the pier
a canoe is quietly
drifting amidst
next to it
Across the lake
the dark green
shapes of mountains
appear.
Beyond them, purple
mountains in misty
focus
The soft blue sky
is powder blue
with fluffs of
white clouds drifting
The flickering light
sparkles
The scene ignites
The day is serene
and still
I look at the empty
chair at the end
of the pier and
I see Mother Nature
sitting in it -
overlooking the
beauty she's created

The stirrings of
water are splashing.
The harmony of
birds singing echo
in the background.
The sky becomes a
more and more
brilliant blue
As each second
passes my heart
excitedly beats
in sync with
the experience
Water scenes give me so much inspiration
Jeanne Fiedler Aug 2014
Echoes of the rain
bouncing up and down
rolling off of me
The closing of summer
is beginning its journey
Droplets cleansing to
zoom in on our intentions
of what the new year
will bring to us...

What happiness can
we hope to internalize
as our tans wash away?
Our peaceful spirits
flowing through the
celestial piccolo of love
from the Source

Happiness is our right
let it blast through the
seasons - in different
melodies, harmonies,
improvisations and
synchronizations

The summer fun leaving
for the lightness of the
dancing angel
let there be joy, wishes
dreams coming true,
star gems, moon dew
drops, friendships, and
soul mates

We shall fly through
the year with ease
and simplicity -
the bursting flowers
that reach up and
expand outward,
each tree standing
positive and steady
filling us with the
greenery and life
of our
true joy and
purpose
I'm currently meditating on happiness
Jeanne Fiedler Nov 2013
The colored spectacular
is slowly blowing away
The litte black birds
are migrating back
and forth looking
like little, black butterflies
swerving and flocking
scattering on front lawns
in tune with me as I
notice the beauty of
nature as always...
I breathe in the
invigorating
morning air and
daydream that I
am a bird with a flock
to join - but I am actually,
the flock being me
bonding with everyone
I meet in some way
no matter what our
differences may be
We're all one flock
of birds
circulating, streaming
forth in our lives
under the illustrious
light in our eyes
showing us the world
in the moment
trying our best to
live together
but light as air
and free as the birds
as we fly through
the fluid universe
the airy sky being
the wholeness
of life...
Jeanne Fiedler Sep 2013
I take an early morning walk
and watch the bluest sky
the impatiens and the dark
pink trees
the silence of the birds who
hum in tune with time

I watch the flower boxes
in front of every house
geraniums in red and white
the energy of bees amidst

I string it all together
inside my crowded mind
and **** out all the clutter
to bring in the quiet message

I stop and breathe within
Alone inside my thoughts
I see the day begin

Salvation at it's highest...
I love the silence of the mornings before the busy day begins
Jeanne Fiedler Jul 2013
horizon blue lights
move serenely and softly
the fog awaits them
Jeanne Fiedler Jul 2013
The poet writes for
love, not payment
He gives away
his heart and pain
His visions run so
wide and far
His message brings
transcendent truth -
his perspective is
unique and timeless
His dormant dreams
lift us up
His images bright
and full of life
His knowledge
universal in range

Mirroring intensity
and awareness,
his musing  sparks
the light that's brilliant
The song awaits
the reader finally
who sighs upon
reflection of
that special knowledge
free and roaming
fresh and honest
original and new...
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