Rolling with the Hills

Mountains at Saint-Rémy (Montagnes à Saint-Rémy)Vincent Van Gogh

Life is full of rolling hills
mountains are the hardest to climb
perhaps, it’s the altitude that brings chills

 Each step of desperation
courage comes from tribulation
nature a breath of inspiration
we are connected with creation

Life is full of rolling hills
Miss- Understood stands before me
listening to the mockingbird’s trill

 The sky a shade of melancholic blue
I guess, it depends on your point of view
you gave me a mountain, what am I to do
shine some rays of light to see me through

 Perhaps, we’re all just a work of art
trying to figure out the pieces of our heart
enjoy the beauty before it falls apart

Written for whatsgoingon
hosted by Susan writing about ‘hills’

&

written for desperate poets
hosted by Brendan - writing about desperate beauty

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Finding Beauty

Today, I wonder, where is beauty

my heart heavy as the autumn rain

wet maple leaves clinging to my feet

 

watching wild geese in formation

pondering their final destination

they care not about the gray skies

Today, I wonder where is beauty

my soul releases a  mournful sigh

creator won't you send me a sign

 

watching the clouds shape shifting

noticing the phoenix's fiery struggle

breaking through the day's darkness

 

Today, I wonder where is beauty

my eyes hoping to catch a glimpse

of the peaceful blue heron in flight

 

In silence,  waiting, waiting

waiting, for a sign from the heavens

standing soaking wet

a baptism of rain

cleansing

 

Today, I wonder where is beauty

finding it, unspoiled  on

white flapping wings,  descending from the sky

as the sun began to shine

collateral beauty

written for earthweal

hosted by Sherry

writing about Collateral Beauty

the moment when you realize

all is connected

 

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may you find beauty in your life

Can a Point of View Be Viewable?

Truedessa's collection

How can I describe a sunset that's indescribable?

How can I find the right words, when I am wordless?

How can I touch your heart, when it is untouchable?

How can you taste life's sweetness, untasted?

How can I make you feel what I am feeling?

How can I make you hear, what is unheard?

How can I make you see, wonders unseen?

How can I capture the uncapturable?

written for dVerse
hosted by Frank
To participate in this challenge use at least one polyptoton somewhere in your poem of less than 200 words 

Beauty in Yellow Daffodils

yellow  daffodils,  breaking  winter's  spell 
falling  in  love with  awakening spring 
in a mystic  garden , beauty does  dwell 
yellow  daffodils, breaking  winter's  spell 
offering  healing ,  inhale  the  sweet  smell
two  red  breasted robins  begin  to  sing
falling  in  love with  awakening  spring 
yellow  daffodils,  breaking winter' spell


posted for dVerse hosted by Mary
writing about Beauty.

Author's note:This flower came to
mind as I thought of spring..pic
courtesy of Wikimedia commons

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