The Storyteller - Poetic Expressions

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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

A MOMENT'S GRACE (Another one for our Troops)

Dedicated to all who've served... Our eyes met suddenly and locked in bewilderment knowing death had come to one of us We stood almost frozen - in disbelief we stared at one another surrounded by silence in the midst of war And even though mere seconds were all that passed in time - eternity had... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 22, 2005

HEROES...NO GLORY (Dedicated to all our Troops)

(This is for all our military troops - past and present, but dedicated to Lee, who inspired it) In a past that doesn’t seem so long ago, a living nightmare began for you in a far away land of strangers. One that would transform the innocence of your childhood into the bitter reality of unimagined... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

THE STORYTELLER

Inspired by the movie, "Out of Africa" She lived in a land where danger and beauty were intertwined as a finely woven rug - A place where passions ran as deep as the ocean and stories of distant lands were an evening’s pleasure She spun tales of intrigue as if they were gold captivating her guests... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

SUMMER DREAMS OF AN AUTUMN BREEZE

When temperatures give birth to soaring heights and oil-greased bodies soaking sun make themselves at home along the shore, my heart begins to yearn for Autumn breezes blowin’ crisp and cool through molting trees with falling leaves stained yellow, gold and orange scattered over softened grass like... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 19, 2005

A RAINDROP FALLS

A raindrop falls, its path unknown, landing first upon a small green leaf held by a limb like an outstretched hand then, slowly, it slides off to fall again. Where will it land? Where will it go? The simple petal of a rose, perhaps? Its petals lined in darkened peach with tones of rust becoming... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

A YELLOW ROSE

A yellow rose lay on the snow - its story yet for me to know - a mystery to unfold Was it dropped by careless hands or a grieving soul who could no longer grasp? Was it one of many just left behind? Perhaps fallen in the midst of a lovers’ kiss? Its petals still fresh and soft have not rested in... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

MISSISSIPPI RAMBLING

Tribute to the Mississippi River... Sweeping ‘round curves of grassy banks, her waters rush pow’rf’lly toward the sea, winding in and out between the cotton fields and sugar cane with children gathered tastin’ treats so sweet right from the stalk as she continues on her merry way, turnin’ a river... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 15, 2005

THE DURANGO-SILVERTON ADVENTURE

All Aboard! The call was heard! The whistle blew! My breath held in pause with awe - excitement rising with the bright, warm sun. The mountain air clean, crisp and cool as the big, black engine began to roar and old, metal wheels slowly started to turn pulling bright, yellow cars, trailing behind,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

CANYON SUNRISE

Darkness engulfs the shadows of life unseen just before dawn - Motionless - gasping with anticipation, the first flutter of light, to subdue night’s pow’r won without challenge, held without fight before the earliest gleam is exposed revealing outlines of terrain soon disclosed A faint blue-white... Sign in to see full entry.

PROLOGUE

You are now entering the timeless experience of my world of poetic storytelling. Prepare yourself for a journey through the Grand Canyon at sunrise, a train ride through the mountains of Colorado, and a trip along the Mississippi River. Then, settle in for the mystery of a lone yellow rose, dreams... Sign in to see full entry.

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