http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/Words...poetry, prose, writingshourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/636297These hills I have reached track for miles Certain, ancestors exhausted each crest and valley set and from this valley charmed and so secure I find retreat from our day by day restless pace It is the background, I discern it so Of which, our elder’s traditions tell And at this point the hilly,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/636181Autumn’s weakening, wears winds waning into breaths Whispers wistfully woven speech, prolongs passing Old man Winter on existing threshold seeps in as muse Passageway of predictable pattern causes chilly phase I’m left as dazed and bemused; apart in rouse; unevenly versed Season’s stirring...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/636066Dreams march past time with adaptable belief as the value of shadows sets apart in poetry of symbolic dawn Amplified reflection threads lingering outline of inspiration Widely spread, breadth builds up to revelation Frames of illumination settle down in detailed effects, and ecstasy to elation...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/635943Beatifying gentle entry of dawn With eye-catching rosiness Rosiness in dimension scribes And engraved glow translate into gold I see indescribable rise And from my distance, from the fields I stay intuitively lifted while straight off horizon spreads out, soon to cross; in goodly time...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/635800Wintry sky wears spectral facets and possesses mystery From warmth of modest dwelling where if quietness stills I may find sway of heavenly draw as canon of sacrifice by reflection of morning’s manna, awe sets free stirring exposé By manner of petite to ample settle, sunrise arranges to build up...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/635692- ~ The smallest amount of dew clusters amid pansy faces Brings a patchy stain and small, squat petals politely bow Sun’s initial stroke and by degree capture their curtsy While, silvery slice of the new moon sketchily longs for light In a roundabout way the moon mentions focus to this vision...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/635594~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This still Sunday in November and back-to-back shapes form. Sculpted wooded figures tower support, thus worthy of review. This shadow under, deserving nothing, admires in return, while, comforting smell from hearth inside, wraps...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/635480~~ Spilt morning light Opening race into night “Frank” shadows flight C Elyse Goulden *now I ask you, does this pup look like a Frank or a Fernando ~ We are debating ~ His buff color is as dawn --- with mask like the night Okay, I admit it, I’m smitten with our new pup. He’s added some real belly...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/635381Not a word From the ginger leaves Clouds rosy, fluffy like cherub’s cheeks Only to eavesdrop of a far-away uttering beat Sounds from a morning’s quivering sunrise I hear it influence a morning bird’s gentle song, Plumping feathers misshapen from comfort of night I’m no more than momentarily using...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/elysianfields/635253Another day begins and this soul Wants gypsy dreams Where windmills when they whir and hum By their speed of strain will sing a bohemian rhapsody And where as on dove’s wings all desires fly forth My prayerful wants, may they soar straight on up Let them sail and let them utter “She’s eccentric;...