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May 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sydney Victoria

Insects Slowly Climbed From Their Winter Sheets,
Making Their Bed With Hardly Any Care,
For The Snow Would Melt Away Any Day Now,
They Could Smell It In The Damp Spring Air

The Newborn Tulips Made The Morning Air Ripe,
In Which Sleepy Spiders Spun Their Silken Strings,
The Winter Fingers Which Gripped The River's Surface,
Slowly Released As Birds Stretched Their Thawing Wings

Music Returned To The No Longer Frigid Night Air,
Stars Swam In The Rejuvenating Eastern Sky,
As Nocturnal Critters Took To The Evenings Again,
With Their Reawakened Bodies Sleek And Sly

Observations From My Day:)

May 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sound To Sleep (Tanka)

May 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sydney Victoria

Sound To Sleep (Tanka)

My Eyes Slowly Closed,
As The Stars Gently Kissed Me,
And Smoothed Back My Hair,
While Telling One Last Story,
Before I Fell Sound To Sleep

May 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sonnet XI: Willow In My Wonderland

May 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sydney Victoria

Sonnet XI: Willow In My Wonderland

The Willow's Long Locks Whisper A Soft Song,
As The Cloud Children Play On A Sky So Blue,
The Morning Glories Giggle All Day Long,
As The Linnets Wings Whistled While It Flew

A Stream Sprawls Underneath The Willow,
Swans And Other Waterfowl Swim Silent,
As Catfish Prowl Underneath The Billows,
To Keep The Guppies From Being Violent

The Golden Rays Tickle The Leaves So Green,
As The Breeze Dances With Lush Blades Of Lawn,
The Mayflies Wings Glittered Above The Stream,
As A Mother Deer Weaned Her Newborn Fawn

Each And Every Sparrow Sang All Day Long,
As The Willow's Long Locks Whispered A Song

What I Imagine To Be My Happy Place:)

May 2013 Shawn White Eagle

The Poet (Not Really A Poem)

May 2013 Shawn White Eagle

Sydney Victoria

The Poet (Not Really A Poem)

The Poet Is An Ordinary Person,
One That Uses Coupons,
Does Loads Of Laundry,
And Scrubs The Dishes,
The Poet Lives In The Body Of Another,
Who Lives Life Through Poetry,
To Understand A World Such As This,
To See The Beauty Everywhere They Go,
The Poet Uses Poetry To Express Love,
To Pour A Glass Of Nectuar From Their Sweet Souls,
To Give A Kiss Of Vocabulary To The World,
The Poet Has The Body Of A Man/Woman,**
But,
They Have A Soul Made From Unspoken *Words

And Unspoken Beauty--Dedicated To All My Friends And Fellow Poets Here At HP:)