Recollections in Moments of Tranquility

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

imagination

An Upstairs Room He looked upward, indifferent to the rain which had just begun to fall; because the cold and damp of it, didn't bother him at all. For an upstairs window caught his eye--softly glowing red-- reminding him of ports-of-call; of exotic beads, and thread. "The bazaars" he thought, "how... Sign in to see full entry.

Art

A Poet A poet twists and molds the words until the shapes convey-- the essence and the meaning of what he or she must say. And that final piece--or work of art-- of words, or paint, or clay-- can--if done effectively, shape the world a different way. So paint--or write--and change the world till... Sign in to see full entry.

Children

A Child's Hand If a child's hand is offered, You should take it with a smile-- For that hand so freely proffered Will be small for just a while! Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

It Slipped Out of the Child's Hand It slipped out of the child's hand As he skipped about the fair-- And floated filled with helium-- Instead of only air. And it drifted with the current Until far too small to see-- But the child held it once again In the grasp of reverie! Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Death

I Hear Death Creeping I hear Death creeping up the stairs, But He's not yet reached the door-- So I slide the bolt, and latch the chain Like so many times before. But lest you grin on my behalf, Since Death comes to me--not you, It's true He knows where I reside-- But He knows where you live too! Sign in to see full entry.

Introspection

Spring Has Brought Her Wings! So spring has brought her wings again, And once more she can fly-- Fluttering either here, or there, With no one asking why. And I wonder if she'll travel far... Will she dare to fly away? No, she'll dare not leave the grove-- It's been too long this way! Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

I Had a Thought I had a thought, but it blew away-- on an unexpected breeze. Perhaps you would be kind enough--should you see it happen by, and ask it--most politely to return--if just a while. For it might have been a worthwhile thought--or maybe just a dream-- even so, a thought, you know, can be... Sign in to see full entry.

philosophy

A god Beside a Butterfly When I stand beside a butterfly, I am as a god--or King. I'm the Master of my garden-- Or any tiny thing. But when confronted by a tiger, Or any beast so grand-- Then I become the subject, And Nature rules the land! Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Philosophy

Are you real? Are you real--do you exist Because a mirror claims it so? What if we're illusions all? With no way for us to know! Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Nature

The Garden Trader The Honeybees all gather... Without an estimate--or a chart-- And peruse the garden gracefully And give the rose its start. And exchanging their sweet nectar, As if a rare commodity-- Trade in stocks of yellow orchards-- Absent any trading fee. Sign in to see full entry.

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