Quiet Reflection

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Your song silently plays in front of me,

    Like moonlight dancing on mercury,

Even Venus in her veiled beauty,

    Cannot sing such a melody,

No image can capture the light I see,

    Moving on water so gracefully,

No symphony could possibly be,

    Simply so pure and free.

 

The river ripples with applause,

    As your music rings these shores,

And calmly opens closed doors,

    That are locked to violent roars,

Offering natural laws,

    To peacefully end all wars,

With the sure strength that love stores,

    And your song to the stars soars.

Tags: moon, venus, water, music, star, ring, simple, free

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"All the Worlds a Stage"

"He would drown the stage with tears"

Both the subject and the first line are quotes from The Bard (Shakespeare) I beg to be forgiven for taking them out of context and placing them with my poor offering. The first is from 'As You Like It', the second from 'Hamlet.'

If the skill with which winter’s coldest thought,

    Turns wild waves of the ocean to iron that is wrought,

For white bears to play out their lives on stage,

     Is forgotten by the waters, we will enter a new age.

Lands will be lost to the rising flood,

     Productive soil turned to useless mud,

The Atlantic conveyor will be brought to its’ knees,

     As the salt in the water falls by degrees.

Then by degrees will these emerald isles,

     Feel the cold grip of winter’s deadly trials,

The cry of the wolf will be heard again,

     As our beautiful country howls out in pain.

The shout is loud to save the seal,

     Whose baby eyes our hearts can steal,

While the balance of nature hangs on a fine edge,

     Listen to the ice screaming for a similar pledge.

 

This is my response to the news that another large amount of the ice pack has been lost to the Atlantic ocean.

Tags: winter, ice, water, cry,

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Seaweed and Stone

Image credit ROB

High cliffs of Yesnaby that once were far below

   An ancient sea, now just a memory of a song

Locked in stone, a frozen clone that once swayed

   With the beat of waters deep and shallow,

The sand of time has raised you to stand firm,

   Against wind and tide holding inside secrets

Of an end to a beginning, winning a new role

   Guarding the free from a cruel sea yet calling

All life on land to remember her deep melody,

 

Ruinous building that once held laughter and tears,

   Now only wind and rain enter again to dance and sing,

A stone hewn from the land still stands outside the walls,

   A deeper song plays on in its’ erect stance,

Echoes from ages past memories last and call

   Between earth and sky to passers-by to remember,

Strength forged in a warm heart cannot be destroyed,

   It reaches for the sun by day and stars by night,

And never forgets the mystery in the light of the moon.

Tags: Orkney, sea, memories, water, wind, rain, time, earth, sky, sun, stars, moon, echo, standing stone,

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The Flip Side

I don't expect you will like the 'B' side songs I write. I hesitated over presenting this side but decided my journal would have the 'full works'. Only then could it be a true account of my journey.

Where the earth and sky become one the unknown lies,

    Memories like shining pebbles on a lonely shore

    Abandoned by the water, weep for what they saw,

Faith clings to the rock like seaweed lest all hope dies,

 

Understanding is hampered by a barrier of fear,

    Like a cold morning mist that cloaks the dawn,

    When reason from the mind has been violently torn,

And the final limit to endurance draws near.

Tags: water, memories, faith, hope, mind, earth, sky

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Earth,Fire,Water and Air

The river calmly forbids the flames to enter her domain,

    They dance through the reeds sending signals to the sky,

    Smoke rises and with the clouds would try to fly,

Where the fire feeds little will remain.

Negative feelings are burned in the fire of my mind,

    Painful memories writhe in a dance of death,

    Ghosts rise and are banished with every breath,

And thoughts float on the water and peace always find.

 

Reeds unchecked would choke the river’s flow,

    With old dead brittle stalks that do not bend but break

    Where a small bird her clinging nest would make,

And safely sway in the wind on the new reed that will grow,

So my mind naturally destroys memories that would kill

    The chance for new thoughts to build a safe home,

    On the river of life where I constantly roam,

And use the winds of change to guide my free will.

 

Some unpleasant memories are still writhing at the moment in the fire I have lit under them.

Smoking them all out will take some time.

 

Tags: river, water, dance, sky, smoke, fire, memories, home, wind, free, bird

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An English Rose

Many thanks to Deb for flying across the pond to my rescue and spending time looking into the problem I was having. This one is for you.

Raindrops fall on my head,

     I bow to the earth,

         And hear her mirth,

         As they hit and run,

      Their journey just begun,

But I remain instead.

 

After the storm I raise my head once more,

     I won’t be blue nor yellow or white,

        For I’ve been touched by a star in the west,

        And from that day to the end of my quest,

     I will reflect a heavenly light,

With petals that finally fall to earth’s store.

I would like to add all the other people who have offered to help to the dedication. Thanks, you are all stars.

Tags: rose, rain, star, west, light, earth,

A Small Boy, a Dog and a Ball

This picture has uploaded without any trouble so this is my offering for today.

Image credit DOUGY

I see straight lines that dream

   To be voluptuously curved,

        Into a circle,

A beginning and end entirely unto themselves

   Yet joined create a sphere,

A world in which to dream,

   Three held together

      By mutual desire,

To play in time such a rhythm the world stands still,

   While the changes ring through the ages.

 

The game full of laughter

   To be played

      Giving, receiving unmeasured joy,

Happiness come home,

Full circle.

Tags: orkney, dog, ball, boy