Paula’s Words of Wisdom #7
“The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon”
Jean Ingelow
English – Poet March 17, 1820 – July 20, 1897
WOW – Words of Wisdom #7
Tag: poetry
The Moon Goddess
I have posted some poems and have received lovely comments. I have posted this one before but the prompt made me think of it again.
This time is for Keep it Alive What Do You See #75
The moon
full and bright,
in my garden
casts shadows among the trees –
I thought I saw
you there
dancing –
a woman of beauty,
a moon goddess.
Moonbeams casting
landing on petals,
shining on my skin,
entering my being
enveloping my heart
making it race,
distracting my thoughts
so I think of nothing
but her,
dancing in my garden,
lighting my life.
I shall sit here –
awaiting her come near
that I might steal a kiss,
my arms
encircle her waist
drawing her to me,
to feel her warmth,
her goddess fullness –
a moment of passion
to believe that
the dancing in the shadows
is not a dream,
a dream of beauty,
a dream of
my moon goddess –
casting her beams
throughout my garden
enchanting
captivating……..
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On the bus
The Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Bus Riding
One day we waited
for the bus.
Like any other day
we waited for the bus.
Suddenly a glow
we looked amazed
No more
waiting for the bus.
Also for Bren’s Mid-Week Monochrome
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Connected
Debbie’s quotation-inspired image photo challenge
“In nature we never see anything isolated, but everything in connection with something else which is before it, beside it, under it and over it.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
We may be the same
but we are different
from the same connection
we exist
We are connected
here
there
everywhere
Some connections prickly
some connections smooth
but there is always
love
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Behind the facade
Photo for the week – 68 – Facade
He builds the walls
decorates the room
His creation for her
a place to dance
a stage to perform
Will she like what she sees
Is this the man for her
Can she see deep into his being
and find a way into
his heart
or is this a facade
a temporary construct
of a blue fantasy
beguiling
bewitching.
This is an actual Satin Bowerbird’s bower on my place. When I found this one I was just amazed at the number of blue things he had found to decorate the bower. I am not sure what the love heart came from or where many of the objects were collected as I know they weren’t from my place, except a blue peg or two perhaps.
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The Door
The Wednesday Challenge: The Door
I did hear a tapping,
a gentle rapping
from the old back door.
I forsook my book
to take a look,
at the old back door.
A face I saw peering
just looking, not leering
at the old back door.
I said “Hello there,”
they looked back with a stare,
from the old back door.
“Would you like a snack?”
they just looked back,
from the old back door.
“Perhaps a little lunch”
it was just a hunch,
at the old back door.
I turned to find seed,
is that what they need
at the old back door.
When I returned
my snack they spurned,
at the old back door.
They had flown away,
but shall return one day,
to the old back door.
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Moon Flower
Bren’s Floral Friday
Cee’s FOTD
Nancy’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Fleeting
Our Moon
full
beautiful
fleeting
Our Moon
showing
lighting
our way.
Our Moon
awakening
flowers
natures beauty
Moon Flowers
breathtaking
sensual
fleeting.
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Moon Goddess
I have posted some poems lately and have received lovely comments. I have posted this one before but it is close to the anniversary when it was first written.
This time is for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #230: Moon
The moon
full and bright,
in my garden
casts shadows among the trees –
I thought I saw
you there
dancing –
a woman of beauty,
a moon goddess.
Moonbeams casting
landing on petals,
shining on my skin,
entering my being
enveloping my heart
making it race,
distracting my thoughts
so I think of nothing
but her,
dancing in my garden,
lighting my life.
I shall sit here –
awaiting her come near
that I might steal a kiss,
my arms
encircle her waist
drawing her to me,
to feel her warmth,
her goddess fullness –
a moment of passion
to believe that
the dancing in the shadows
is not a dream,
a dream of beauty,
a dream of
my moon goddess –
casting her beams
throughout my garden
enchanting
captivating……..
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Light or dark
Debbies One Word Sunday: Division
Into the light
into the dark
the door is shut
dare you open it
the door is shut
into the dark
into the light.
Stay in the dark
head to the light
the door will open
it’s what you want
the door will open
head to the light or
stay in the dark.
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The Doors of You
A post I wrote a long time ago and has been sitting in draft. This was written for a lover many years ago. I think I was going to add photos but never quite found just the right ones. The feature door is a door in Lismore
I want to walk through
the doors that are you,
To seek and discover
each room of you.
The gaily coloured door
of enjoyment and fun,
to laugh, sing and dance
then fall on the floor
in mirthful bliss.
Through the beige door
of ordinary and plain,
to marvel at what to you is
the simple and mundane.
To the dark door
of your fears and despair,
shine the light of
my pure heart
let fear know that I am there.
Let the blue door
of sadness
rain a thousand tears
on my heart,
cry together – hold safe
’till sunshine appears.
Through the red door
that is woman,
to softly kiss
and gently caress,
ride waves of passion
’till flung on the shore
exhausted and satisfied
once more.
To the door that is so white
the door of your soul
where I will not intrude,
but knock
and let your soul
know that comfort
sits outside….waiting for need.
Out through the backdoor
into your garden
to frolic among
your flowers,
to sing
with your birds,
to dance
with the butterflies,
and to sit and wait…….
to see if the door
to your heart
will open a bit
that I may glance inside…
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