I must rise with dawn
so I may bask in the first
light of a new year
Month: December 2015
A snowy winter
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by reputation, bright and
white my experience
True love
Standardtrue love arrives on
the flutter of wings to play
music with my heart
Lighting my way
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with each dawn I see
hope rise, high above clouded
Skies, to light my way
Flickr Photos
StandardAs some of you, visiting my WordPress blog, might have noticed, I have added a Flickr connection to my Blog with the intention of sharing some of my visual experiences.
For starters, I am concentrating on the wildlife in my area and trying to capture some of nature’s amazing everyday moments; things that are just too visually awesome to put into words.
I am just beginning to learn about what a DSLR camera can do. I hope, that with time, I will be able to develop the necessary technical skills to compose some beautiful shots to share with all you.
So please join me on another journey of exploration by visiting my Flickr albums.
Mystery of the unknown
Standardeyes are drawn to what
can be seen, darkness summons
thought where none has been
amazing Christmas sky
Standardrosie mountains
under a blanket of white
Share dreams of Christmas
captivating
StandardHeron, I see why
your beauty can attract fish to
gathering stillness
How history repeats itself
Standardfrom my son’s lips flow
the forgotten voice of my
youthful arrogance
let us cling to joy
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I am done with weighty words,
that seek to speak to
broken hearts and minds.
I now wish to linger awhile
in the warm memories and
joyful moments that
come with every season.
How tender their loving touch
full of colours that even spring
dares not harbour.
For all its wild promises,
set in bloom, spring has limits,
but joy is a wonder!
It alone can flourish in any season;
being set ablaze by passionate
life, it can shine and rise,
to tower above all else-
If only minds would have it so!
No moment is too shallow
or too short for it to touch.
It is a most precious jewel,
set among changing landscapes,
that like a wondrous dream
can turn a misty moment
into the brightest of stars.
Shifting moments
Standardblow, blow as you must
O ever wandering wind
define my moment!
Swan lake
Standardhow graceful of swans
to bring bright winter colours
dancing in the sun
shades of darkness “matter”
StandardDark matter. Art image credits: tchaikovsky2, Deviant Art
even stars have names –
though more abundant, you are
merely called darkness!
a childhood memory
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hearing the drip drop
of rain, my rusty bucket
plays a final tune.
kindred spirits
Standardbirds of a feather
it’s so wonderful to see
them fly together
mutual love
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be the ocean and
I will be the river that
flows to your embrace
shyness
Standardwinter moon, why are
you so shy this cloudless night?
It’s your time to shine!
changed by time
Standardwords spoken in spring
can by autumn lose meaning
as winter draws near
Defiantly you stand
Standardonce more rain arrives
and my day is drowned, O tree,
yet there you stand!
memories brushed aside
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How heartless of me!
Even though I’m sure that,
every speck of dust carries
precious memories,
each passing day, I eagerly
brush them aside.
If only dreams come true
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if only my dreams
could step softly into the
burning light of day
A struggle for independence
Standardbefore me stands a
tree, growing within a tree,
fighting to be free
all is revealed
StandardThe wind arrives to
reveal your hidden beauty
one leaf at a time
moment by moment
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just like day and night
we are forever chained to
the rhythm of time
we are part of the whole
Standardwe are proof that the
universe is striving to
understand itself
memories of spring
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memories of spring
defy the call of winter
to brighten my day
burning flame
Standardyour unearthly flame
burns away the memories
of my darkest days
which do you prefer?
Standardplease, do remember!
shouting may draw attention
smiling, gains my heart
The right to bear arms?
StandardI am not afraid of men per se,
what I fear is empowering him.
Deprived of the tools of destruction
we are, after all, merely feeble beasts
constrained by our physical limitations.
We may rage as is our nature,
we may threaten as is our way,
we may even strike out,
as proof of our immaturity,
unarmed we are relatively weak!
But how the beast changes when
rage is given expression by arms.
I tremble at our capacity to inflict harm!
Knowing the truth of our callousness,
our propensity for violence,
I wonder what madness drives society
to arm such beasts with impunity!
The archaic right to bear arms,
regardless of rights and wrongs, surely
belongs to a different era;
a dark age where tempers were vented
and hostilities openly enacted.
But in this day and age, can we not dare
to aspire to a more civilised way?
We know we cannot tame the beast,
God knows how we have tried in our hearts, but
surely we have reached the stage where we
can at least try to restrain it, deny it reason,
moral justification and the means to harm.
Surely it’s time that we embrace the truth,
and seek to cage our inhumanity, so that we may in time
learn to sleep in peace and allow others to do the same.
Above clouds
StandardI see the gentle
light of my dreams sitting on
an ocean of clouds
shaping my world
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dividing blue sky
I see the growth of many
seasons shape my views
peaceful skies
Standardunder peaceful skies
let us gather to watch our
troubles float away
Overwhelming beauty
Standardblinded by your light
reality is condemned
to live in shadows
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