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Showing posts with label #creation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #creation. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Entrapped

A wild wind whispers through the trees
It murmurs your name silently
Time is waiting on a half thought prayer
All of creation is full of anticipation
Your name is spoken
Time stops
The world starts spinning again
Only to come crashing
When your lips meet mine
Pleading, pulling my breath from my body
Slowly I surrender
Yours
Completely

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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Baffle

Baffle

Listen carefully on a quiet day
Turn toward the sound
You can hear the refrain
As angels echo the joyous song
But all we hear
Is the silence of forests
The singing of birds
Immeasurable bliss has been hushed
As we create
Our own cacophony
Covering creation
With our meaningless noise
Attempting to transcend
The apogee of the universe

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Because sometimes we all need a little help (Untitled)

I found a Computer Permutation program and played with it a bit.  I had to add, A LOT, when it was done.  It didn't do well at all with non nouns involved, but after I figured that out, I was good.  Then I took then word soup it spit out and wrote the poem from there.  I hope to do better next time!
The Creation of the hills is but a small fairytale
Our Heartbeats bear witness
We Spy in a field the irresistible elephants
Stars pity us
The Word we bear is but a ruse
A Horse startles at something she cannot see
‘Tis a curiosity nothing more
The World favours Gold and White
While they are lovely
We only have imitations
The Ends justify the means
Whistle while we wreck the boat
Painted strings
What little time we have we spend visiting
Earth bears witness
How silent it lies down
The Wind Blows around the Island
It starts