Tam's Poetry

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Sunday, July 26, 2009

Nature is Calling

Nature is calling to me, begging me to join her, to be wild and free. She wants me to walk her trails, to see the chattering squirrels and inquisitive whitetails. Her body in its fullness is awe inspiring, a mountain stream, a misty calley, a meadow of verdant wildflowers blooming. Do I continue... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 24, 2009

The Valley of Winter

In a distant valley, far beyond the sight of out eyes, there is a stillness unbroken save for bird cries. A sleek castle rises up icy and cold, higher and higher, until around its spires clouds unfold. But no one is there to view the splendor. Humans have never set foot in this vally of winter. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Twilight

As the light is slowly fading, everything is quiet, as if the world is waiting. The bright sky overshadows the darkening land, drawing your gaze, and your stare in wonder as the first stars begin to blaze. You see the lightning bugs and hear the whippoorwills, and in that moment everything is... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Flight

There is a light in the sky, encouraging me to rise up and fly. No horizons in sight, there is only the flight. Fleeting and fast, trying to outrun my past. Struggling with all my might as the sky is consumed by night. Stars guide me, beautifully bright, shining down with silvery light. Dawn creeps... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Little Seed

Bury and acorn and from the earth a tree will grow. Plant a little seed of love and from the heart love will flow. "Copyright(c)2009Jordan Crowder. All rights reserved". Sign in to see full entry.

Mystical Forest

The wind moves softly through the glades, as the light slowly fades. The tree's awaken from their sleep, with creaks and moans, seeming as if to weep. The faeries emerge from their homes, to dance and cavort with the frisky fauns. The ancient land drops the veil; becoming once more alive and well.... Sign in to see full entry.

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