Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Home


 
The maples, elms, dogwoods and magnolias are splendid
The lushness of green grasses, gorgeously carpet the land
The waters of life; oceans, rivers, lakes and streams
Waterfalls and every small pond
God’s gifts all bathed in the sweet, golden rays of the sun
One can only revel in such blissful, glorious beauty

When summer flowers in full bloom
Dance and sway with the subtle breezes
I am reminded of summers past and wax nostalgic
Of dreamscapes and hidden paradises
Of desirable places I’ve yet to see

Each day the sun rises and sets on many horizons
And upon the mountains of many distant plaines
The breadth of their magnificence evokes humble awe
And blesses one with longings for worldly adventures

To feel exotic lands beneath one’s feet
To bask in their scenery, greenery and wondrous splendor
There is still magic in this old world
There are secrets yet to be revealed
Within this bounty, rightly named “Earth”
Though her existence be thoughtlessly challenged
By the chaotic masses of humanity

Beneath pale blue skies and pure-white, wispy clouds
This house where dreams are manifest and breathe with life
Upon deep emerald seas of captivating effervescence
Mere words can be equated as “un-just” in their failings
To describe the indescribable
This world, this Eden…
This /home/ which we live*


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