Tuesday, March 18, 2008
"To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub."
Dream In the renaissance of my dreams the pageantry of ribbons and jewels comes to life Voluminous skirts of velvet or brocade flow in the darkness Stradivariuses hum Smooth oratorios sprinkle themselves in the distance between sleep and blissful dawn Artistes paint windows into space Aesthetics...
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Monday, March 17, 2008
Is everyone ready for spring?
March The breath of March is laboured beneath the threat of yet another frost Memories are asleep on the hardened ground; the earth which seems to heave in the morning as if to take in every bit of sunlight Chilling rains awaken the grass but do not shake my winter slumber I see a field upon which a...
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
I love the wind ~ I wonder what colour it is?
"Breeze" painted by Aldo Luongo Breeze Captivating winds of sorrow s corch the crispness of tomorrows Yet in a single breath we can weep no more; sail on the breezes of hope which cascade over palms or pines Without boundaries these gentle gusts will fill the tired heart Tender current of hallow to...
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Saturday, March 15, 2008
Stay in the game!
Fight Streaming, beaming What’s there to know when world stops spinning and life moves too slow Shouting, pouting What’s there to gain when ferocious turns timid a nd you bow out of game What leg do you stand on Is it left foot or right Is it all a moot point i f you give up the fight
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Friday, March 14, 2008
Thank you, Bhaskar, for inspiring me yet again...
The Image of a Kestrel Sculpted in Flight written by Bhaskar inspired this piece (as well as Hopkin’s Windhover, of course). Flight Where did I go when the clock stopped ticking; when my mind settled into peaceful stillness Did I catch a glimpse of heavenly azure Was elation in my heart and is my...
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Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sometimes we just get stuck and don't know what to say.
Rendezvous Emotion dripping slowly like honey from the blade of a knife Each word carefully chosen and scrutinized as though they were exotic specimens pressed between two tiny pieces of glass Frozen in the afternoon sun Small flecks dance in the air between them Tiny reminders that movement exists...
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Don't close your window!
Barren Ethereal beauty seeps in from time to time through the open crack in our window or in breezes warm And unexpected delicate fragments of picturesque destiny filter through the sunlight Fractured light rays shaped into blades of bounty But without an open heart the landscape is barren; our...
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Have you danced the night away lately?...
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Have you danced the night away lately?...
Blueberry Let me take you to the Cirque Bijoux Where hurricane hearts calypso across the dance floor Where Cajun and Zydeco fuse into spice-filled raw energy; a place to drench ourselves in good humour and joie de vivre Let’s listen to the flavour of the Bugaloo With you in my arms we can spin the...
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Monday, March 10, 2008
For my brave daughter, Katelyn.
Swim You are engraved in my heart and the etching is one of hope and lofty dreams So when shadows obscure your rays of sun My heart bleeds droplets of sorrow beads of helplessness I am lost within the labyrinth of your decisions Looking beyond the painfully obvious truths and the entanglement of...
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