Two Little Stones and the Bell Tower

Columcille Megalith park

 

Dancing with a dream

amidst giant megaliths

two little spirited stones sing

take us to the bell tower,

listening to the hymn of the land

an offering of gratitude

"The way you think it is, may not

be the way it is at all"

 

linking with dVerse
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word "stone"
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Author's note:  Over the summer, I spent an amazing day at Columcille Megalith Park located in the Appalachian Mountains. It was an honor for me to dance upon the land of a dreamer. At the end of the day,  there were two small stones that caught my eye. I wanted to take them home with me but, I heard a whisper,  a song, take us to the Bell Tower and that is what I did.  To read more about the Bell Tower and the quoted line in the poem please visit here.

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Thank you Brendan for sharing your poetry and the land.  

Hey You, Be Happy

 

On a walk nature's oracle spoke
in two simple words "Be Happy"
reflecting in the noon day sun
feeling the day's shades of blue

in two simple words "Be Happy"
listening to the cardinals duet
a sweet message of devotion

 listening to the cardinals duet
happiness found in the gift of song
wispy clouds pass overhead

 happiness found in the gift of song
synchronicity in a blue stone
rejoicing in the moment

 

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Today’s poetry form is Trimeric, which was invented by Charles A. Stone.

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Rockin' View - A Breakthrough

My Creation

Walking along broken cliff ledges
pondering each step jagged edges
remembering the people of the stones
  waves breaking below,  the ocean moans

comparing the words stone and rock
contemplating the intriguing paradox
wisdom echoes in the cove of my mind
stones have spirits, look and you will find

I recall a heart shaped stone, with a face
smiling at me, in cupped hands, I embraced
stones have spirits, mystics can sense them
hidden in time, unearthing one a rare gem

Peering  over the cliff,  stones softly sing to me
gathering them one by one, discovering the key
tuning into their  vibration, I choose carefully
vision forms, ancient relics, seeing with clarity

Nestled in hues of marbled gray, on solid rock
primitive spirit  arises, gateway is unlocked
gazing in amazement,  at my wondrous creation
listening to a melody,  I find inspiration

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author's note: What do you see?