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| poetry by Linda L. Creech | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Images Of A Soul We walk along a chosen path in life and from time to time, may stop by a whispering creek to listen to its secrets. Linger awhile and you may find the images of a soul. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At The Edge Of Darkness While the world lies sleeping, a rosy stillness paints the dawning of a bright new day with hope and expectation, chasing dark shadows. Sunrays glitter across tree tops awakening melodies lost and songs found only in the soul. Come with me to the edge of darkness and drink the nectar of a new day. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Contradiction She prayed in the early light of morning, softly chanting her mantra over and over ~ A picture of tranquility, no sound of grief to me so, why is she called the Mourning dove? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Oasis A quarter century ago, just yesterday, I sealed my fate interlacing my soul with yours forever. The shadow I've walked in every since, my unfailing companion. Storms raged, sun shined, winter snow drifts yours and mine all faded into one life. A golden sunset faintly glimmers ~ perhaps a quarter century away. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Today And Now The hands of time can not be stilled not changed, rearranged nor willed to be different. They hold you to a standard time. Today and now unrelenting, will not show you how things might have been only how they are. Unfinished tasks of yesterday still remain tomorrow and guilt, no matter how deserved will only bring you sorrow. Awaken with the dawn each day continue on your way. It's futile to relive the past and tomorrow's another day. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Lost In Time It was a place of yesterday, scrub pine and thicket intertwined, a place of strange birds, bugs and shy snakes the color of sunsets. An eerie quiet broken by the rustle of small animals hiding from the light of day ... and me. I wandered down paths not made by man, treading softly in the sand, wondering about the future ~ not tomorrow, but what the next minute would bring, and I swore I heard angels sing in this most ancient place, or maybe it was just the breeze through Palm trees swaying. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Minuet In Morning A cotton garden danced in morning sun, imposters dressed like old friends she once knew, and you danced too, a minuet upon the cloth. Lulled by fragrance drifting on the wind you lingered for a moment there in time trying to decipher this colorful strange place. She sat there in the warmth and watched you dance, astonished that you'd come to her by chance and that you stayed. She held her breath there ~ motionless, not wanting you to fear and when at last you flew, a tiny bit of her soul lay softly on your wings dancing minuets in morning sun. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Beyond Spring This path I walk today, I've walked before with barefoot innocence when crocus danced and tulips kissed the dawn. I ran between raindrops breathlessly, with tender hope and faced my bright new world. Seasons passed and like the butterfly emerging, my wings dried and I flew away in summer's sun. More seasons passed. I grew as willows grow and learned to weep, bending with the winds of time, returning to reach down and touch the path I knew so well. I stopped a moment in the shade, remembering ~ the tender hope and innocence of childhood. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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| IN A LAND OF DREAMS | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Listening | I have listened to the melodies sung by poets, to their heart's clear beating, their soul's crescendoing in the light of dawn, at the set of sun. My heart holds fast to the peace and joy of images my mind will forever keep as I trod through wind paths in the trees and float on clouds in a heavenly breeze. While on this journey, I have joined heart, mind and soul with those like me and sit at their feet listening to each melody, having become one with them. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Weaver I watched you weave your silken thread, a tapestry carefully sown from leaf to leaf, your faith was so strong that ~ God provides. My admiration swelled, against all odds you would prevail as a sudden hail storm chased me inside, but you had no place to hide and I was sure your life was done. When morning came, dripping buttered rays of sun upon the leaves, you emerged unscathed. Your little snare in shambles, you began again this artistry and wove your tapestry for you knew ~ God provides. �
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