Poetry

courtesy of Pixabay

Poetry is the soul going through

a series of metamorphosis

woolly bear caterpillars

orange/black on a journey

to transformation

Poetry is evolution of the heart

escaping nets of reality fluttering

on fanciful tiger wings searching
for the "true" meaning of love

Poetry is a tadpole swimming
fluidly in the mind gradually
developing limbs and lungs
emerging on land in new
form

Poetry encompasses the spirit
of the dragonfly- keeper of
dreams - words crawling out
of the darkness sprouting
winged verses -  ballads
of new beginnings flying
planes of enlightenment


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I am not feeling well

but, my muse kept

calling me..

written for dVerse
hosted by Bjorn
Meet the bar - Metaphorically speaking

Forget Me Not - Said the Bee

courtesy of Pixabay

I fell for your honey coated words

the temptation too great to resist

sweet and delicious I craved more

drinking in the nectar of your songs

organic in nature, nothing artificial

caught in the stickiness of our world

discovering life isn't always sunny

now, I feel the sting of lost dreams

posted for Poets United - Midweek Motif - Honey Bee

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Song of the Bluebird

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Today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird

slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
something deep inside of me begins to stir
gone are the visions of the dark crow night

slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
your melody soars, across the morning sky
gone are the visions of the dark crow night
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry

your melody soars, across the morning sky
fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry

holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting

fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues
holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue

autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues

season bustling with mysterious changes
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue
in life,  I have traveled roads of strangeness

season bustling with mysterious changes
something deep inside of me, begins to stir
in life, I have traveled roads of strangeness
today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird

author's note: This morning as, I opened
my bedroom window, I saw a beautiful
bluejay sitting in the tree outside, singing
loudly his song.  A Pantoum was born.

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linking up with Poets United - Poetry Pantry 494

Vigilance In Changing Times

courtesy of pixabay

 summer coolly leaves
trees burn bright red and orange
while we weren't watching

~

 summer slips away

autumn arrives UN-noticed
picking red apples

~

stressed from life's hardships
leaves fall from dying oak trees
will anyone care

~

acorns will be scarce
squirrels scurry for their share
winter will be harsh

sharing with Poets United

writing poetry about vigilance 

Waiting - In Silence

courtesy of Pixabay

 waiting in silence for you to appear

in darkness you illuminate my night

time surrounds us in an infinite sphere

waiting in silence for you to appear

without you, mystical dreams disappear

penning poems of sorrow and delight

waiting in silence for you to appear

in darkness you illuminate my night

written for dVerse

writing about waiting 

Woven Tapestry of Dreams - A Sestina

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The sun took by heart the ocean my soul

but, to you,  I freely gave the gift of love

we shared poetry, made love with words

we danced somewhere beyond the clouds

I heard the songs that you sang just for me

I fell in love with a once in a lifetime dream

The road to happiness begins with a dream

in a parallel world we touched soul to soul

mysteries of night,  enchantment found me

through the darkness shone a star of love

visions became clear with passing clouds

how can I express, what I feel with words

In our world we penned beautiful words

we slept in the woven  tapestry of dreams

moonlight gleamed between fading clouds

in distance waves  drifted pieces of my soul

searching for the truest meaning of love

time and space seemed non-existence to me

In our parallel world was a place for you and me

poetic verses from our lips, formulating words

tuning into the continuous frequency of love

pursuing greater connections in shared dreams

opening the gateways to the desires of the soul

touching heart to heart,  high above the clouds

Behold skies of blue, behind misty clouds

take my hand my dearest love and follow me

let us share the cloaked mysteries of our souls

seduce me once again with magical words

free falling into the land of mystical dreams

hear our heart beat, to the melody of love

Exploring  the depth of unexplained love

light will appear in disappearing clouds

we are the creator of our precious dreams

in the imaginary realm you will find me

sitting under an oak tree, penning words

giving you pieces of my heart, body and soul

Holding dreams, my heart is a place of love
desires of the soul, shine through the clouds
converse with me, let the wind carry our words

author's note:  I tried a Sestina for dVerse

sharing with . Poets United - Pantry 492  

This was challenging and I hope I remained
true to the form.

If you are out there this one is for you!

Blue Forest

Blue Forest by Beverly Dyer

Walking amidst the white birch trees

hidden in the depth of the blue forest

I awaken in a dream of curiosity

Could the answers I seek be hidden

in the mysterious realm called "night"

can my blue heart find inner peace

Bluebells carpet the moonlit path

I wish to hold on to summer days

weeping as fall quietly tip toes in

I feel two orbs watching from above

perched high in a knotty  pine tree

I hear the hoo hoooooooo of an owl

The forest is alive with nocturnal life

guiding me onward in a vision quest

gifting clarity to see what others miss

Magic occurs when the bluebells chime

opening new doorways of possibility

enter and find the desires of your heart

Owl - Beverly Dyer

Posted for dVerse writing to the artwork of Beverly Dyer
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