Tag Archives: Birds

Let it ring:

A piece of beauty from the artist Michael Leunig (Michael Leunig Appreciation Page)

apiece of beauty

Much love ,with a thankful heart….

Lost:

bird in the sand

(credit image taken by: Charles E. Tate)

Upon grainy sands

she numbered them

Not alone

Thousand waves of heat

Not alone

though dark days come

Not alone

Wet and in despair

Lonely but not alone

A simple comfort

in distant friends

not alone

there is a path

carved out just for me

Visionariekindness 2015

Traveling Skyward:

pink sky

She has flown beyond the cusp of the sun

her wings,her tears,her call,her eyes

navigate between the sky and I

miraculous splendor to share in microspec

earthly bread – reach heaven’s gate

and return

with

ease…

Embracing the spring:

blue bird

(free google image)

Maybe I’m breaking through my own soil. Finding the balance to live holistically healthy in spirit, mind and body. I am giving birth to a new me with the possibility of embracing happiness. I am here to experience love, and joy. The contrast of pain and sickness I am fully aware: in a world where dying is the end result, I still choose life. My launching pads are set, ready to journey deep into waters. I don’t have all the answers, yet something beckons within, holdout my fishing line and be ready for goodness to overflow.

http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/8/19/new-waters

Compassion:

kartandtinki1_download-wallpaper_10

(free wallpaper image)

I’ve rinsed my pain through spiritual

notes no one can hear but me.

I forgive all my years

wandering round

in disbelief

And when beauty sings

her perfect line

agony releases her sting.

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Safety (Day 29,NaPoWriMo

Ivory Gull Svartnes harbour Vardø march22nd 2015 in flight over water sign © Amundsen Biotope

(Free google image)

His hat hung just above the tiled brow.

Formerly he wore his best,

High altered pursuit -Ivory Grey

Drinking -dusty winds

Perching, gently its blue-ish bill.

Practicing his craft on human-rubbish

Gliding his hallowed cry – eeeer.

Against  ghetto ‘s, sand-dunes,war zones and cliffs too 

Robotic faces shhing  feathered hands

 still on he came,

Proudly, shaking the bear,

Resiliently, greeting lion cubs,

Flying parallel with each blustery storm.

Protected by the universe, Mr. Sea Gull.

Today I did not follow the prompt, I’ve gone my own way. I meet a beautiful friend today and thought I’d share my feelings. National Poetry is coming to a close.I felt much pressure writing. I’ve enjoyed each fresh rhythmic line. I have much to be thankful for. Writing is my water,my glass-slippers to the ball.My healing. Writing is my friend. All Rights Reserved 2015.

Please check out NaPoWriMo here for today’s prompt if you like:

Day Twenty-Nine