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Often, I search for that oasis. As a child I found it where the sea meets the sky. Great poem as always. Happy New Year Barb
@Vic Evora: Thank you Vic. Happy New Year!
Nice. As always!
@Francis Aparici: Thank you Francis.
Beautiful poem Barb.
@Mark Sallee: Thanks Mark.
Beautiful poem of a lovely state of mind, with a beautiful picture to go along with it. Really makes you want to be there. Thanks.
@Charlotte B. Williams: Thank you Charlotte, we all need a refuge at times!
So true.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Vic Evora
3moOften, I search for that oasis. As a child I found it where the sea meets the sky. Great poem as always. Happy New Year Barb
Barb Clarke
3mo@Vic Evora: Thank you Vic. Happy New Year!
Francis Aparici
3moNice. As always!
Barb Clarke
3mo@Francis Aparici: Thank you Francis.
Mark Sallee
3moBeautiful poem Barb.
Barb Clarke
3mo@Mark Sallee: Thanks Mark.
Charlotte B. Williams
3moBeautiful poem of a lovely state of mind, with a beautiful picture to go along with it. Really makes you want to be there. Thanks.
Barb Clarke
3mo@Charlotte B. Williams: Thank you Charlotte, we all need a refuge at times!
Swan Through The Storm
1moSo true.