Soul of the Earth
Between me
and the soil of the earth...
my feet ...
weaving a lifesource
back to my heart
where the delight
of creation sits in the quiet
waiting to overwhelm me
when my feet
touch the soul of the earth.
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Country Rain
The simple aroma of fresh cut grass
bringing the essence of spring
to awaken my senses.
Rain...drop
One falls...
To the single woman
the day is beautiful
inviting a good book
and a bowl of hot soup...
serenity and satisfaction.
S.O.S
Your silent screams are deafening
I saw your hand above the ripples
I reached down to pull you out
You touched my hand for a while
But you wouldn’t receive my help
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Wanna Be
I don’t wanna be
The child I once was
Forgetful and disillusioned
Through this life
How to be a Poet
I pulled this from Matthew Bowman's site - read the poem here and find a sense of peace and solace...
in the end - we are all poets!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
for the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
James Wright
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
the cobells follow one another
I'm Waiting
I’m waiting for the coast of life to happen
For the drive to be on cruise control
There Is
There's a cry
It's rising over the rooftops
Across the oceans
Through the fields