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E. Pearl Anderson Poem
Between yesterday’s memories
And tomorrow’s expectancies—
Lies the today
Yesterdays bring sweet wistfulness
With tomorrow comes hopefulness—
Verity stays
While the hours-days- months-years parade
Quietly moves forward and past fades—
Clocks ticks away
There remains a dream to fit in
Somewhere; somehow; someday begins—
What can one say?
Between past participation
And future’s anticipation—
Mind is at play
There must be a day that transcends
When yesterday-tomorrow blend—
Until – someday
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E. Pearl Anderson Poem
I wish I could write a poem perfectly
But, alas, the process escapes me;
Instead, I write what I think, see or hear
And, sometimes, my real feelings appear
If I could write a poem e’er so sweetly
I’d share it with the world completely
Perhaps, ‘tis best for someone to find it
After I‘m gone – then, a surprise behind it!
Oh! To be like the poets of yesteryear
“Golden daffodils” in “crowds” brought cheer;
Or as in, “From cocoon forth a butterfly”—
Flutter among those flowers would I
“The woods are dark, lovely and deep,” he wrote—
Mysterious beauty in the quote;
So, I’ll write with elegant simplicity
Lacking the format complexity
My thoughts shall flow in meters and rhyme
Until comes that metaphor in time
When a perfect poem I shall pen in ink—
At least, that will be what someone thinks!
-E. Pearl Anderson
Quotes: William Wordsworth, Daffodils, 1804
Emily Dickinson, Art II Nature, VII, 1924
Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, 1921
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E. Pearl Anderson Poem
Dear Lord, I contemplate your greatness
I am in awe of your majesty
The exquisite detail in all things
To live in your powerful harmony
As I walk in the November woods
Where tree limbs have become barren of leaves
And the ground crunches with ev’ry step—
There a mystery dwells, I perceive
One is surrounded by the darkness
Making the way unclear and risky
As paths lead up and down rocky hills
I dodge thin arms of wood all scratchy
Yet, I look upward to see color
Sunlight highlighting golden-red leaves
The blue sky contrasts the tree’s silhouette
Revealing your deep love – I believe
Oh! The way may be dark and dreary
With scratches along rough hilly slopes
But there is beauty underfoot with
Light above to guide with peace and hope
--E. Pearl (Carpenter) Anderson
Copyright © E. Pearl Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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When I am old I want to dance aglow
With the music coming from the radio
The steps we take may be only a few
But, the"Tennessee Waltz" I'll dance with you--
Hold me close so I can feel your presence
Swaying together e'en when out of breath
When I am old I would like to discuss
All things, anything that brings joy to us
Perhaps we'll see a crowd of daffodils
In our mind's eye or on the hill for real
There may be a shepherd and flock of sheep
Crossing a flowing stream from hill so steep
When I am old I want to hear laughter,
You will enjoy my words as I do yours
Building new memories that will endure
Whether writing words or painting pictures --
To have these simple things I'd be so blessed
Because within my shell lies happiness
-E. Pearl Anderson
Copyright © E. Pearl Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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Beyond the tall kelp
The movement of ocean waves
Patterns of brocade
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Dear Lord, you open my day
With a soft yellowish-glow
Filtering through morning’s mist
Rising from valleys below
Your sun moves from east to west
Radiating energy and light
Illuminating the world
Providing visual delights
The soft yellow roses abloom
With fragrant aromas found—
Marigolds in their deep hues
And buttercups all around
A walk through golden grain
As fields ripen in season
Goldenrod waving in breeze—
All seem to have a reason
Yellow appears in pigments
Coloring cars of our past;
Painting houses for our homes;
Tonka trucks for child that last
As eventide closes the day
With sun over horizon
Still your yellow-color glows
Upon the sky with reflections
Dear Lord, you close my day,
As the moon beams from above
And the galaxy of stars
Display you e’er present love
-E. Pearl Anderson
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there is a sweet calm
throughout the countryside land
twilight is approaching
yet, I see the sounds
nature calling from the wild
crickets sing rhythmic sounds
chirp, chirping, chirping
sounding out in shrill degrees
calming patterns brings me back
walking with nature
prayers in my heart beating
chirping harmony abounds
there is precious calm
enhanced by sweet aromas
chirping precious existence
-Pearl Anderson
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