Tonight, The Veil Thins

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Tonight, the crescent moon wanes
Tonight, the crescent moon wanes
The veil between the worlds thins
The veil between the worlds thins
The Crescent moon thins, tonight
Between the veil the worlds wanes

The departed make late night calls
The departed make late night calls
Sudden chill fills the autumn air
Sudden chill fills the autumn air
Late night calls fills the autumn air
The departed make sudden chill

Blackbirds caw from barren trees
Blackbirds caw from barren trees
A horned owl watches from the pines
A horned owl watches from the pines
From the barren trees, from the pines
A horned owl watches, blackbirds caw

Tonight, the departed make calls
Late the crescent moon wanes
The worlds thins, sudden night chill
From the pines, blackbirds caw
From barren trees, a horned owl watches
The autumn air fills the veil between

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writing a Paradelle hosted by Grace

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Ghost From Another Time

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You are the one that will haunt me forever
filled my heart with poetic poems and songs
believing our bond could never be severed
I guess, in your world I never really belonged

Heard through the grapevine you’re feeling fine
built yourself a new life filled with new dreams
but at night at quarter past three, there’s a sign
a whisper in my ear, an apparition in moonbeams

tossing and turning in a parade of ghostly memories
cymbals clanging with darkness and perplexity
drumming of my heartbeat creating new energies
and the voice that I love is filled with complexity

in the mist, drifting back into a state of deep rem
outside a shimmering star, a one-of-a-kind gem

 written for What's Going On?:Ghosts
hosted by Susan

Desert Sojourn

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Endless beauty, majestic scenery
visionaries traversing the desert
humming vortex of magnetic energy
ancient gatekeepers stand alert

tingling sensation, mounting anticipation
portal to another dimension

valley of the gods

perched high above the canyon walls
meditating to the sound of ancient drums
within eyesight, a condor circling
a master of the azure sky

desert willows, juniper trees, wild cactus flowers
a vista of parched land, a tumbleweed
rolls past on a half-hearten breeze

ascending to a higher consciousness

silence hovers, awareness becomes acute
ghostly apparitions, dwellers of mysticism
guard the tall monuments of yesterday

a terrain where souls cry over lost dreams
adventures never full-filled…how many
traveled before I, in this sacred place
of towering red sandstone buttes

harmony in the heartbeat of the land

posted for What's Going On? : Desert
Thinking of a friend, today

I have been to the Arizona Desert and when I was there the vortexes were strong often my equilibrium was off.

Autumn Day

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   It's a beautiful autumn day and the air smells of crisp and sharp dying leaves. The trees are colored in bursts of red, rust, yellow and orange.  Traveling up the winding road cutting through the mountainside there is a sense of magic waiting to happen.  On the left there is a small flock of sheep grazing in a field and I ponder their significance in the moment.  Oh look, a farm with fresh cider donuts.  A quick stop to indulge in one hot off the roller.  Oh my, the sugar just melts in my mouth.

  Today, is a good day. Continuing onward, my heart pauses.  I have found the perfect scenic spot. It's a place where green fields and deep rooted trees stretch to meet the sky.  Serendipity at it's finest.  I take a deep breath letting the calmness of this place enter into my being.  I feel at peace.

autumn afternoon
lofty clouds hover above
dreaming in color

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writing a fall Haibun 

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I tried to post one of my own photos, however, blogger didn't cooperate.

Lady With A Parrot

Le Pho (1907-2001), Femme au perroquet (Lady with A Parrot) (1938)

 

 

You have returned my feathered friend
on bright wings of marvelous flight
you have seen places I will never see
for I am forbidden to leave the garden
but I know there is beauty beyond the
blue and gold curtain of mystery

Teach me the words you have mastered
I will pronounce them purposefully
syllable by syllable giving honor
to your gift of language

I have gathered the finest seeds to
trade for your seeds of thought

I am hungry for knowledge and my
poetic heart yearns to feed on new
phrases

You are my wings to a higher consciousness
chattering secrets of the unknown

Through you I learn the wisdom of
listening as well as speaking

written for dVerse
hosted my Melissa
writing poetry to selected artwork

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Peace & Light

Autumn's Serenade

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 There is beauty in the way
sunlight illuminates the red
and orange-yellow leaves
of the oak and maple trees

rolling mountainside comes to
life in a brilliant array of colors

and I have fallen for autumn's
passionate serenade

a blue-rooted tune stirs
my soul 

written for dVerse
writing a 44 quadrille
incorporating the word "light"
hosted by De

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For my Canadian friends - Happy Thanksgiving

Wayward Star

 

Up the rugged path you will find the highest point of perspective.  Here on this sacred ground you will feel the ancestors from days past.  In the stillness, there is  a presence whispering praises of hope up to the desolate moon.

The great horned owl perched high in the white birch tree eyes the travelers who dare to sojourn up to the summit.  The maples and oaks shake off their dying leaves in silence, only to be heard again beneath the crunching of weary feet.  The air smells of earthly and woodsy scents.

There you can see a very small patch of dark blue, framed by a little branch, pinned up by a naughty star orbiting to its own beat in the vast universe.  Climbing to the highest destination to catch a glimpse of a wayward star.  I ponder, can you tame a star? They are unique and their true beauty is in their shiny imperfections.

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open link night - Hosted by Sanaa

I missed an earlier prompt this week dVerse Prosery hosted by Kim
The challenge to write prosery incorporating the following lines

“There you can see a very small patch
Of dark blue, framed by a little branch,
Pinned up by a naughty star”

Notebook

 

Note

Today, I scribbled poetic notes
infused with melodies of blues
hoping you would read what I wrote
today, I scribbled poetic notes
searching for a beautiful quote
leaving you with heartfelt clues
today, I scribbled poetic notes
infused with melodies of blues

Book

Searching the library for a book
so many adventures to choose
a time machine everywhere I look
searching the library for a book
reading romance in a cozy nook
entertaining my passionate muse
searching the library for a book
so many adventures to choose

Notebook

In my notebook brimming with dreams
penned are my wanderings of night
stories unfold with changing scenes
in my notebook brimming with dreams
inked pages, all is not as it seems
drifting into times pulsating light
in my notebook brimming with dreams
penned are my wandering of night

 

written for dVerse
hosted by Laura
challenge writing 3 stanza with a compound word as an option
and for an added challenge write in the form of a triolet

 author's note: Today, I did go to the library to search for a new book to read.  I could spend hours in there so many choices.