June's Gems

"Flaming June" by Frederic Leighton

 

Exhausted from a June day
flushed with sunlight rays
slipping into a daydream
as crazy as it may seem
she still thinks of him

courtesy of The Sunday Muse

  

 He promised her pearls
in an ocean of oysters
threading endearments
one precious gem at a time
how, was she to know
she'd get entangled in
a strand of vintage faux
tip toeing
away

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Searching

Courtesy of Pixabay

 Searching for answers in the night
tuning into the frequency of love
under starry sky, dreams take flight

do not hide, come into the light
where are you my most beloved
searching for answers in the night

 into my heart, only you I invite
let us embrace the truth of hereof
under starry sky, dreams take flight

 time is now, all we have is tonight
poetry flows in a sporadic flood
searching for answers in the night

dance with me under moonlight
there's a song pulsating in my blood
under starry sky, dreams take flight

 Why can’t I find truth, in morning light
connecting to the frequency of love
searching for answers in the night
under starry sky, dreams take flight

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To Understand - You Must Become

The Sunday Muse

 To understand the earth
you must become a
part of her world
hearing, seeing, touching
smelling and speaking
the tongue of wonderment

Do you hear the sounds
of the earth pulsating
can you hear the symphony
of the rain-forest, roaring waves
the gentle songs of her creatures

 Do you see the wonders of the
earth, her trees, mountains
waterfalls, deserts and meadows
the beauty of the smallest
animal to the largest
the grace of a rainbow

Do you feel the soil of the
earth, barefoot, digging deep
grit of the earth under your nails
planting new seeds of hope
reaching towards sunlight

Do you smell the scents
of the earth, flowers in
bloom, fresh rain, the
rich soil after the rain
the aroma of fresh cut grass

Do you speak the tongue
of the earth, the language
of nature, harmonizing with
the trees, flowers and bees
are you able to whistle
in birdsong

To understand the earth
you must embrace the
elements of her beauty
become a spiritual being
endlessly growing towards
the light

Are you able to tap
into the sixth sense
let intuition be your guide

 sharing with The Sunday Muse

may you always reach towards the light 

sharing with earthweal

 

author's note:  Thank you for visiting
and reading the ramblings of my heart
this came to me on a nature walk

Everyday Extreme

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

The everyday extreme

seems to be getting worse

the weather teeters from

scorching to chilly

A storm rolls in with

howling winds

patio furniture lifts off

10,9,8,7......

feather light, I wonder when

it splashes-down, will it shatter, like

lost dreams in the garden

of Eden....

tears pour from the heavens

shall we build an arc to weather

the inevitable floods that will

surely come...

do we still have two of each

species, so many are bordering

on extinction....does anyone care

In the morning sun, the sweltering

heat arrives...no place to hide

the power grid is out...no

way  to cool the air down...makes

it hard to breathe when it's

90 plus degrees..

Who can keep track of the everyday

extremes...who will save the young

saplings who haven't had a chance

to grow their roots, taken too soon 

my heart grieves for all the loss...

Will the only thing left standing be

giant megaliths ....a sanctuary of

hope in the eye of the storm

the artwork of

a by-gone community

linking with earthweal

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author's note:  my humble free verse ramblings...

 

Call of the Jay

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

A scold of jays came one spring day
perched on an old fence, ready to play
a wandering band, a bit out of tune
I,  their audience this hot afternoon

tell me Jay, what do you have to say
your calls, chasing my blues away
sing me a gritty rock n roll tune
a thunderous storm is coming soon

whisper me a song, please don't delay

the winds blow, trees begin to sway

lure my heart from it's safe cocoon

dance my way into days of June

 

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author's note:  I once had some bluejays
visit and they left me two blue feathers,

I still have them a calling card of sorts.

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