Whisper your sorrows, you
wailing rains;
Why you fall upon the Earth as
grains;
Sit before my eyes and say it all;
For your tears reach me; I heed
your call.
From the tall Heavens, you
always flee;
You kiss the Earth and cover the
sea;
Our world is trembling under
your tears;
Please speak to me; put to test,
my ears.
Lest we earthlings drown from
your distress..
Else, we'll be torn from
existence's chest;
So, whisper your tales, you
wailing rains;
Why you fall upon the Earth as
grains.
Beauty graced the sky and earth that very day
Master painter's painbrush painted the clouds some with apricot~ such a hue
Surrounding these with three shades of blue..
"This is not enough", said He..
Then like magic from the Painter's brush appears a perfect reflection of the sky upon
the earth ~beautiful blue and apricot reflecting from rain drenched country road..
Snow of white, clean as bleached sheets that hang upon a country clothesline, stays
back to let the mirrored image shine...
Such quiet afer a storm reminds me of a quote from a writer that I know~Constance
La France who once wrote, "I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to
you."
With one stroke, God's paintbrush impressed upon my mind a sense of the grandeur
and power of His abilities..A Creator that is Sublime
Contest:"Writing In The Sublime"
Sponsor:Constance La France
Written by:Sara Kendrick
Imagine yourself as a raindrop
Sharing space in a cloud
Will I be part of a morning shower
Or the member of an angry crowd
Will I fall to earth on a gentle breeze
Or ride the currents of a storm
Will I be cool or refreshing
or steamy muggy and warm
Will I bounce upon some rooftop
Or touch the leaf of a tree
Rising along a storm surged tide
Seeking some way to be free
Will I kiss the petals of a daisy
And glisten in the sun
Or fall into a lazy pond
That has no where to run
Will I gently touch the soft brown earth
Searching to find my roots
Attach myself to a passerby
Who is wearing rubber boots
Will I find myself in a glass
as part of a lemonade
Or settled in a sheltered ditch
As a puddle in the shade
A raindrop's life is ongoing
Like the angels tears Caressing the earth
Rising once again into the sky
Clouds symbolize rebirth
Just imagine it for a moment
And think of the rainbow in flight
A raindrop divided into colors
Bathed in heavenly light
Up in the willow climbing I go,
With the sky above and the earth below;
Each branch a step up to the sky,
Each step taken where feathered wings fly.
Up in the willow I see all around,
And all I am seeing is leafy green ground;
With lily and primrose to tint the hill,
Saying good bye to winter’s chill.
Up in the willow I hear rippling streams,
Carrying waters of opaline dreams;
And the persistent call of a waterfall,
Echoes throughout a green willow hall.
Up in the willow I feel the wind,
Rocking, and shocking brown etched limb;
And trees with leaves licked with gold,
Float down to earth with stories untold.
Up in the willow I see all ablaze,
Scarlet sumac painting fall's sunny days;
While looking over earth’s bright sunny scapes,
With fields of hay and purple vine grapes.
The wind is flying in its lonely quest,
From north to south and east to west;
Singing the lyrics of September’s song,
In lithe willow branches all day long.
~*~ Assist the earth in the here and now - much less thought to a zombie ~*~
(in honor of Earth Day)
Today...
the sky is gray.
There aren't many cars
on the highway.
The trees are solemn
as they sway in the gentle breeze
that chills my face.
I see...
the winter clouds approaching.
The earth seems to be at a standstill,
animals hibernate.
While I re-evaluate.
Winter is
a dismal time
The sun
will seldom shine.
Flowers exist no more.
Grass lays close
to the earth's floor.
It is time to slow the pace
while the earth rejuvenates.
To soon emerge with grace
showing off her brand new face.
A bee came buzzing too soon, too soon
The season is not yet in its June
The sap must rise to the breast of the moon
And roots must lust for the earth in ruin
I am planting in September rain
When the ice winds come shall this remain
Shall sow my love to earth in vain
Shall the winter's cross bring me pain
The bee does not hesitate, in faith
It buzzes to find the flower, and wait
Enshrine in dazzling dance, in spate
With the autumn's fruitful date
O but the barren glade is bare, is bare
Except for concrete everywhere
Shall bowers green brim again here
And the bee brims with honey from my darling dear?
Seasons
The nights seem longer, testament,
To summer’s toil, her seeds are spent
The blue moon grants us one more chance,
To thank the earth for sustenance
And dreams of winter’s thoughtful peace,
Beside the fire’s warm release
Of memories gained and stacked like wood,
Beside the hearth where hearts have stood
‘till spring again, when waters free,
To bless the earth from sea to sea
09/04/10
8:16 am
The Earth spins around
Divided by it's deep faults
But mostly covered with ocean
Wafting the Earth with it's salts
Winds whip up and fly away
Spreading pollen in all seasons
Tornado alley is a given
Why live there, what are the reasons?
Fire in multitudes cleaning mountains
Lightning strikes the tallest Pine
I am witness to this fact
Almost burned me out, sublime
Water flows in every stream
And it falls freely from the sky
There seems to be a shortage
And why? I can't even surmise
It never changes what it does
But in the end, it's all for us
Little brown orb
lying so lightly in my hand,
the marvel of you demanding my attention.
Could I but see deep into your heart,
I would find a perfectly formed flower
waiting there.
Waiting for me
to stir the rich brown earth and make a bed,
a room to hold you through the winter storms.
What life force induces you to grow
and not decay in your dark tomb?
Who guides you?
Lovingly
I cradle you and croon a lullaby.
Your fragile skin splits and bares your creamy flesh,
seemingly much too delicate to survive the
frosts and heaves to come.
I place you there.
Sleep little one.
In hibernation let the good earth nourish you.
Your internal clock, set by Nature,
will waken you to spring;
triumphantly breaking free,
a lovely tulip blossom.
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The purity of life in cool drops
The sanctity of this earth its measure
It is forgiving but not untouchable
Above all a resource to treasure
Now we are faced with black water
A result of mans increasing needs
Our times have brought great good
Now, with us, the earth pleads
Find a way to live in harmony
Hear me, listen to my voice
What we have is slipping away
Stop! before we have no choice
Veilled by the morning rain,the day awakes and sings
Mother Earth is proud and boasts,her many splendid things
Dew kissed leaves and springtime scents,a painting fit for brush
I am lost and mesmerised,in the beauty of her hush
Peeping out behind the grey,a speckled touch of blue
Mother Earth has given birth,within the angels view
Sea Eagles circle just above,magpies serenade the morn'
As below the seeds of yesteryear,are once again,reborn
Blue Tongue rock sits silently,watching the bay below
Wind spirit dances upon the water,he whispers and I know
He plays about my thoughts and touches me with kind
To leave his voice of wisdom in the corners of my mind
Today the sky will not be dressed,her attire will be none
She stretches herself in naked view,teasing the sleepy sun
As the wind grows colder,as the birds all huddle in their trees
Mother Earth,she holds my heart and gently sets my spirit free
Darkness drapes the sleeping earth with her blanket black
And awakens the little stars one by one
Then noble queen, the 'Night' glides slowly back
And silently blooms in beauty, matched by none.
She then lets loose her long, silvery flowing robes
And moonbeams slide down to paint the sleeping streams
To peep into and colour the sleeping hopes
And touch with a daub of russet, the sleeping dreams.
The earth lies asleep in a dream of her own
Lulled by lullabies of sweet rustling leaves
That nod their sleepy selves to the wind's soft tones
To the rhythm of the life-giving air earth breathes.
The now lifeless earth, thus tossed in silent, ceaseless minutes of the night,
Is redeemed by but the hoot of the owl framed in its solitary, unseen flight.
A Rondeau - inspired by Richard Wilbur
No longer shall the earth remain
with wintry rainsqualls, spattered snow,
for we shall with the crocus go,
the sun shall sing its sweet refrain.
The birds and beasts cannot be wrong
to trill and squeal, so high, so low,
no longer shall the earth remain
with wintry rainsqualls, spattered snow.
Nor shall the beavered dams detain
the streaming rivers' allegretto,
they shall flow where they must flow.
Beasts and birds the sunrise shall sustain,
no longer shall the earth remain in darkness.
Warning of a Worm
I am from this earth speaking with tears
To protect me and to protect this earth
We are in trillions in number serving you
as a preserver and protector of your soil
You are ruining your earth by chemicals and acids
in the name of modern cultivation
You are poisoning the earth and it’s nature
to get more yields with in a short span
We are ploughing and softening the earth
Your chemicals ,manures
Swallow our trillions as billion and millions
In a one dark day
We will be no more and you will be too
Your food and water has already changed and
already Your path has changed against to nature
From the hard and dry land
You can cultivate currencies and coins and
You can consume tablets and capsules as food
You will import oxygen and water
It is not my curse my man!
Just my premonition and a precautionary call to all of You
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