...dressed in long hair and loveliness…
Forever we are one / and never shall we be afraid
Remember your wings,never forget where they have been.
Bidden by the angels wings / I soar so high to flee…......... The sheer passion of a beautiful morning ….
Don’t make a habit of advertising my successes,maybe because I don’t have that many- but this week has been one of very few where I have …
Just then the sun made it’s grande entrance / and bathed his world in gold / There spread before him was the beauty of his life / Breathtak…
Inspired by the glorious shot of Sunrise at the Farm by Steven Joyce UPDATE! / Thank you so much to Dayonda and the Mornings & Evenings … Group for this poem Winning the Writer’s section of the Inaugural Group Challenge! / I feel Honored & stoked that my words mean so much! Thank You Steven Joyce for inspiring me to such heights! Thank you so much to all of you for reading my words! / Keep Happy! :O) / Chookas! ♥
Walking home / Jeans dance scuffed / Fluid / A magpie warble reminds the hinting sunrise to sneak / Like a child, quietly avoiding bed-time d…
One day I will understand
The nothing. The heart of God. The coldness & silence. The dark side of the earth.
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And when you finally return home / And those there ask where you had roam’d / Let ’em know you’ve been along Binnalong Bay
Another inspired piece. / The Fabulous Ms Judy O’Neil posted the m,most glorious shot of sunrise at Binnalong bay and I just could not stop the words flowing forth! / Enjoy a day at Binnalong Bay!
Sleepless under a foreign sky, Not knowing, or really caring why - I wandered in the morning light, While the day was slowly wak…
This was done as a collaboration with skilled photographer Artmonger – Administrator of Sarcastic Witticisms whom I would like to thank for his beautiful inspiring photograph. Letting Go
turbulent sea / crashing aloud / and the sun slinks slowly away
Inspired poetry that swamped me when I saw this by the awesome Robert Mullner / The only time I really enjoy the shore is climbing on the rocks at sunset or dawn. / Enjoy! ♥
He sat that way all night.
This is the first part after Prelude which I wrote a few days before. This probably seems like something completely different but its the same story. I wanted to experiment with jumping around a bit and see how it fits the narrative of a fairly long story. Comments would be appreciated, positive and negative.
I climbed thru the window / Cut myself on loveliness
A bit lighter side.. fun with a letter I received from a friend.. / and a picture of a beautiful house on stilts.. a home I shall have one day / Hexagon and silver inside and perhaps the man of my dreams too! / But for now.. Yous guys.. were wonderful to me today.. / Thanks for holding my hand … xoxo
pieces of my heart, baby
If the world were to end and there were no new days / who instead would see these glorious rays
Thank you to the awesome Samantha Goode for her gorgeous Sunrise shot / It has helped me to refocus on the positive / I hope it helps you too! / Chookas! ♥
every / single / time / I wake in a sweat / with the ghost of you inside me
Sometimes the missing and the want of a thing you barely tasted is a thousand times worse then never touching it to your lips at all.
Beating all the while / Their style, / Tango / One-Step / Rumba / Then a Samba / A shimmy / And a Can Can / Will do
Robin Monroe / experiments with life. She is an amazing painter and combines her work in PS sometimes and produces such vibrant sensual pieces. She asked me to look at this work.. And They Danced to see if I could feel a poem to accompany its movement and explosive color. / Oh my did I!! Spilling out of me like I was the one she had painted! I love her work and I enjoy being a part of her life here at RB. / Thanks so much for Honoring me Robin!! / XOX
New pink snow / upon the mount. / Each yawning wrinkle / hiding inlets deep, with night’s hung-on, / h…
I wrote this after watching the glorious sun rise out my green mountain window…everything was pink and white – it was amazing.
pregnant harvest moon / penetrating horizon / birthing morning sun © Kristin Reynolds 5 09
a haiku on the dawn. :) and how pretty she is.
As soon as my breath / expels from your lips / my each thought strips / the love of us clean, / and I am left bare… a sudden mist / upon th…
This is what is called a deminished hexaverse poem. (5 syl/5 lines; 4 syl/4 lines; 3 syil/3lines; 2 syl/2lines; 1 syl/last line) It is about love…sweet, sweet, golden love.
The watery depths lie dark and still below, / and deep velvet blue stains the speechless night. / The speckled heavens shed the only light ...
Horizon kisses / The sun and ocean in love / She cries gold for blue / A home for shining fishes / Fathom them you never will Time stands…
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! / Fishes / Music
a shadow of feeling / and stillness moving / in the motion of clouds
Butterflies dance / around my head / flowers are blooming / in the colour of red. The bird bath is alive / with frolicking young / another …
This poem was inspired by a song from the Waifs / . / Take it in / Take it all in / Now is the time / that will not come again.
Texture: Sand. / Dimly visible in the pre-dawn glow. / Bare feet sinking into wet holes.
Composed while camping at Cape Leveque, Western Australia.
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