Cold blue glitter on the air / Sunlight through shadow. / Smoke billowing over the hill. Death knell for a forest / Where machines hold s…
A poem for the forests. / Autumn is when there are a lot of forestry burn off fires in Southern Tasmania.
Forever rest in long grass, / dappled by the shade of trees….
A few words which I hope go some way to explain my motivation for taking pictures of graveyards!
while i lie sleep in shadow
We all get a little hungry sometimes.
when i looked outside my window i saw the fense light up from sunlight and this just came to me!!!
think I know what one angel must do; / He painted my dog! / I could not help but to muse / As I saw the glow of sunlight / Strike across his…
Contemplative verse on angels’ occupation and time management’.
I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.
It’s not easy having a wrist fetish when you’re half awake and just want your morning coffee…..if men only knew what the sight of their wrists can do to a woman. Well, this woman. Inspired by a conversation at a Melbourne Writers’ Meeting.
just another bit of my daily struggle ala hurricane katrina, still searching for home, I guess
In moments the water is carrying dancers / flickering romances magical prancers
Another of my inspired poems from a fellow Bubbler’s awesome art / This time the brilliantly talented Mr Roger Sampson / Please view his stunning portfolio and especially his piece The Dance / / Thank you Roger for all your inspiration enticing me to improve with every word! Enjoy! :o)
To hold your hand / Is like sliding sunlight into my pocket
Your touch feels like / Sunlight on my skin
I wrote Exquisite at a most wonderful time when I was in the first flush of a romantic love-affair… / MMM…Je t’aime…
A poem written to me by my lover, the love of my life.
THE SUNLIGHT DRIZZLED / Through the darkened room / Casting a spell / Lifting all gloom / Opening the shades / The sun now flashed / Brightne…
Silver Eagle rise above the dark black storm. / Rise higher than clouds where sunlight warms. / Ritual dance; sing high in the deep blue sk…
Inside a shell, above the sea, / I met a man that beckoned me; / he said that Man must learn to leave / confusion far below… and he said…
...”above the tears and empty fears / that chain men to the ground…” from the collection ‘Fruit of Dreams’
Free as bird, flying high in the sky / The world below is passing by
Kissing your lips like two nymphs in the forest / Their lover is the green filtered sunlight and the growth / That comes with desire.
A feeling of a good romp in the magic forest with a good friend.
its been a long time since then / many sleepless nights / art has become vandalism
Good morning. / Blink away the dreams / So they fall from your lashes to / Sprinkle your lap like falling stars / Dig your fingers into the m…
My favorite kind of mornings.
Sunlight beams through a nearby window illuminating / dust particles that dance around in the air.
Inspired by a photo I took of an old house.
Your hand flies out from its hiding space in the bed and grabs mine. You growl an order to let you sleep. I smile, and kiss you just to…
just a poem about what could possibly be the perfect way to wake up
Whispers are sighing / In that early morning time. / The trees are swaying / To this subtle song, / A slow dance / In that early morning time…
Inspired by a picture (“Stream of Sunlight”) by Jonathan Sloat.
The sunlight gently / caresses the soft petals / dispersing darkness / from its centre core / opening up and revealing / its true inner beauty.
Up and down and up
Hiaku about a swinging boy
as the wintry mix of rain and sleet pellet like jelly beans on pavement cold / i ponder life / and its non-existence / the friend we all cal…
i lost a loved one on Thursday… my little kitty “Tigger”... a rescue that survived the needle of an animal shelter… yet didn’t escape death’s calling card… and i question the fairness of it all… why sweet companions are snuffed in an instant… a stroke… or aneurysm… while those humans that destroy one another… and destroy our earth… continue to walk among us. i don’t handle death well… never have… probably never will… especially that of a special furry friend… they rarely disappoint us… Tigger was a joy and a blessing… each day he spread his tiny angel wings to sprinkle love on my life. RIP, Sweet Tigger.
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