Sunday, August 14, 2022

Owl Be Watching

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Into my dreams, the esoteric mystic flew
past he phantasmal veil there are clues
harbinger of warning in the web of night
guard your back on an uncharted flight
use caution in journeys to places of the heart

came the screeching HOO HOO Hoot, of an owl

There is vulnerability that can tear it apart
seeking the treee of deeper-rooted wisdom
use intuition see through the crystal prism
beyond the harbor, into the morning light
there's a lyrical song of love, yet to write

came the screeching HOO HOO Hoot, of an owl

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Thursday, August 11, 2022

Sturgeon Moon - I'll See You Soon

Background, Nature, Moonlight, Emotion
courtesy of Pixabay








rising high in the evening glow
shining light on the earth below
filling space between the stars
hiding my craters, my scars
sometimes, I'm in a blue mood
romantic hearts, I have wooed
rising high in the evening glow
shining light on the earth below

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Tuesday, August 9, 2022

Thunder Hole

Thunder Hole - Acadia National Park

I hike to Thunder Hole
where the water rolls and swirls
at high tide, the waves crash
with a thunderous boom

 patiently waiting in anticipation
for the moment when wind
and water conspire, shaking
the foundation under my feet

the ocean sprays cool the heat
on a hot summer day and I wonder
at this natural phenomenon that
pounds in the chasm below

I always thought lightning comes
before the thunder, but the sky
remains blue and the sun is
blazing yellow/orange...I wipe
the sweat from my brow, the salt
water burns my eyes

Perhaps, the lightning is the spark
of excitement that tingles as it travels
through my body at this precise rumble
in time

it’s said on a stormy day the thunderous
roar can be heard across the harbor
I wonder does Poseidon have bad days
today, the thunder is distant but audible
it occurs to me where are the whale songs
I put on my sunglasses and climb the cliff
edge for a fresh perspective, never
knows when lightning might strike

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author's note: I traveled to Acadia National Park
and spent some time at Thunder Hole

Monday, August 8, 2022

What Type Would You Be

Courtesy of Pixabay

What type of dream
  would you be

would you be imaginative
 flying free

would you be bold
 full of vibrant colors

would you be hope
 for star-crossed lovers

what type of dream
  would you be

would you be the key
  to fill other's needs


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writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating "type"

author's note:  Thinking of a "blue" friend ....

Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Cadillac Mountain

Watching puffy clouds drift by
driving up Cadillac Mountain, today
reaching the summit in the sky

seeking the mystery of you and I
meandering on a majestic roadway
watching puffy clouds drift by

looking into heavens bright eye
dreams are born/some fade away
reaching the summit in the sky

surrounded by beauty, feeling alive
peregrine falcons fly above the bay
watching puffy clouds drift by

standing on desert island, I sigh
traveling a spiritual pathway
reaching the summit in the sky

thinking of you on a summer day
there are words, I need to convey
watching puffy clouds drift by
reaching the summit in the sky

Cadillac Mountain

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Monday, July 25, 2022


Let us celebrate, glorious moonlight
high above the Douglas Firs at night
standing in the shadows with a dream
wishing to ride wondrous moonbeams
the magician the illusionist of fantasy
take me away from this tainted reality
to a realm where love reigns

The days of burning sunlight are here
and my path intersects with a deer
under shaded trees our souls meet
restless in the relentless noontide heat
traveling this wheel, thirsty for water
this bond of light between grows stronger
shall we dance for a bit of rain

Misunderstood the sun is burning us
will the moon and heavenly stars adjust
tickled by feathers of mystic creatures
ancient shaman wisdom of earliest teachers
how do you revive a wilting flower bloom
inhaling the rosier hints of summer perfume

On the beach of whispering angels, I surrender
remembering love was once sweet & tender
now, my dreams drift away with the rolling tide
lost in a sea of tears, my soul in sadness cries
dark clouds draw nearer, the sun disappears
in a brief moment an angel whisper in my ear
"and they could never tear us apart"

Never Tear Us Apart - INXS

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author's note: I am on a break but, this poem has been whispering in my ear....thank you for reading..