#Lake Ann, #Nature, #Summer, Poetry

Ozark High

photo (44) sky tree

I live high in the Ozark trees

Where golden pine tree warblers perch on high

And bird songs run rampant through tall tree tops

I live up close where I can meet the ancient sky trees

Adorned by white summer clouds floating by

Hallowed tree-framed windows to the top of the world

Where song birds build their nesting homes

Feed and care for their young

And newborns  learn to fly

Leaving home to find their own home

Parents don’t wait for their return

Even in old age —

Nature has truly completed its work —

I live among new beginnings!

#Prayer, #Summer, Poetry, Revolution and Peace

A Votive Prayer

 

I whisper a votive prayer

By the holy shrine’s radiant light

Deep within this earthen cave

Surrounded by rock and stone rises

I lift my eyes as well as my heart

Toward the most beautiful empyrean garden

Soft scattered layers

Of green leaves and woodland debris

Hide the well-worn walking path

Here, in fields of sweet Lavender and ever-blooming Roses – – A sweet bath

Fills this morning’s air with soul nourishing scents

I only hope this day

Brings understanding and peace

That we don’t choose to keep it at bay

Stopping short

We turn away from a neglected peace

Toward only the wretched pains of war

I whisper a votive prayer

Believing prayer light will travel over vast distances

Finding our hearts aglow in time

#Summer, Poetry

Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree

I’m late — I’m late — but this was written for dVerse Poetics yesterday – Claudia Shoenfeld hosting Meeting The Bar at #dVersepoets with today’s task: Claudia asks us to  “be a bit brave,mix things you wouldn’t usually like…

cats and petroleum jelly
ice cream and motor oil
raccoons and watercolor cakes
missiles and flower poets

…think about contradictions and serve them up boldly place things in an environment that doesn’t seem to fit have fun! – and season to taste! If you need inspiration – Charlie Zero by the way is quite good with this.”

Only you can remember like you do

Under the spreading chestnut tree

I stand with my white horse

Watching dreams come true

Among the wooden ladders and Coke-a-Cola bottles

Waiting in line with Zippo and Ford

Seeing blue skies and memories hung by steel hooks

And I waiting my turn

Hey, you want to try something new?

Fried chicken, now those are real legs to stand on!

Hey, you want to go for a summer swim?

Kayak shores, finding flower blossoms and apple cores!

Only you can remember like you do

Look the very way you do

Out underneath the old fashioned street lamps

Strolling down the vintage shopping mall

Standing with your music held high!

#Nature, #Summer, Poetry

A Summer Rose

grey clouds hang

morning air thick with dew

sowing rain drops

hummingbirds dart by
chasing each other away
nectar still theirs for taking

I tipped toed by a sleeping frog
eyes hidden just below the surface
I see you blink

a dragonfly stilled
upon the white summer rose
and her unmoved

Poetry

Uneven Sight

Today:
For dVerse Pub Poetics we were asked by Shanyn Silinski from the Canadian Prairies: “I would like you, my poets dear, to imagine your words as seeds. Can we really grow change or awareness? Can our words be a warning or wake-up call? Maybe what we are growing is intimacy, a poem meant for an audience of one. Or perhaps it is prayerful and seeks the Divine? I have a few poems that have gone around which shook people up and inspired others. Some were written with a degree of ‘in the moment’ heat and others were carefully crafted for a reaction from a certain audience.  Each one ‘seeded’ into ground – will it come up? Will it wither away? Be a bumper crop or a sticky weed?”

a folded rock
turned up on end
edged toward the daylight
even in uneven times
where climates collide

I stand
as a mountain undone

a stable eon ride
nourished by ice
frozen flows of
many rivers
where oceans once roamed

I dance
upon this rock strewn stage

an invisible black sky
caught in a mighty curtain
sky winds bellowing
calling
not bending one uneven fold

I imagine
unwavering rock solid

sandstone to granite
granite to marble
marble to diamonds
hard as ice
breathing still

I shed
my outer layers

my core revealed uneven, jagged
elements of fire, earth, wind, & water
held together by life’s spirit
laid open for all to see,
not invisible for those who still see