Friday, December 14, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Life In A Box
I live within a quiet box
That’s all windows and dreams.
It seems as if I am alive,
But nothings as it seems.
I watch the world pass by each day,
Like lights on passing cars,
Though they’re just past my window pane
They might as well be stars.
For I peer outside, longingly,
But I am trapped within
This little box with dreams of lives
That never quite begin.
That’s all windows and dreams.
It seems as if I am alive,
But nothings as it seems.
I watch the world pass by each day,
Like lights on passing cars,
Though they’re just past my window pane
They might as well be stars.
For I peer outside, longingly,
But I am trapped within
This little box with dreams of lives
That never quite begin.
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Poetry: Songs of Longing,
Poetry: Songs of Sorrow
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Decay
Within the transience of life
We each must find a way
To live the fullness of our lives,
Delaying the decay.
We each must find a way
To live the fullness of our lives,
Delaying the decay.
The Dryad's Love
The Dryad saw him in her dreams
And called him to her side,For her love was a magic love,
That could not be denied.
But they were of two different worlds,
Worlds that tend to collide.
She knew her love would bring his death,
Which she could not abide,
And so she hid her face from him…
Her love she could not hide.
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Poetry: Faery Tales,
Poetry: Songs of Longing
Saturday, November 24, 2012
"Never Were There Such Devoted Sisters.... "
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
poetry: Songs of Joy
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Fearful Winter
When the winter shrouds the sunlight
In the mists of deepening fearWhere the fire, burning brightly
On the hearth stone, still brings no cheer.
When black murders are on the wing,
For each crow fears to fly alone
And the ice, with its gnawing teeth,
Causes strong boughs to crack and groan.
When the bright blue waves of summer
Darken to a grim, tombstone greyWhile the sky grows thick with weeping
Clouds that drown the frail light of day.
There, within the heart of winter,
Lies the last hope a new spring,
But that hope is all too fragile,
Any relief from fear, to bring.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
The Faerie Mushroom
I saw her peeking round the stem,
Her little eye alight,A Faerie laughed and waved at me
Then flickered out of sight.
I know I saw her standing there,
A little Faerie lass,
But she slipped off with just a wink
Between two blades of grass!
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
Poetry: Faery Tales
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Pearls in a Strand
The little pearls spilled everywhere,
As delicate as glass,
Sparkle as the sun breaks through.
Raindrops on the grass.
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
poetry: Songs of Joy
That Face.... That Grace!
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
poetry: Songs of Joy
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