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I have written poetry for awhile but never had a go at song writing, i guess it is very similar to lyrical poetry so thought i would have a go. Reading and learning from other poems can spark a light of ideas from seemingly nowhere! Chosen as one of the top ten poems on The Underground Cafe Site
http://www.theundergroundcafe.net/houseblend. Chosen as one of the top ten poems on The Underground Cafe Site
http://www.theundergroundcafe.net/houseblend.htm The photo above is by one of my best friends, Lisa Koosis, who does great work.
For those who know the depths of the sea.
Seagulls, birds of grace and beauty...why do they suddenly fly off, and where do they sleep? <bgsound src = ''http://members.tripod.com/~rosemck1/after-youve-gone.mid''hidden loop=-1> Whilst writing my articles on complicated grief I realised that maybe the answer to irreconcilable grief is to accept that it is irreconcilable and th... The sea, the shore - a liminal space.
(''Blue Shell'' photo received Photographers'' Forum Magazine Award of Excellence.) To lie awake at night in a motel bed next to the ocean can bring on unique visions. (Image by pinterst)
<embed src="http://www.geocities.com/ilenia7/deerhunter.mid"hidden="false"border="0"width="310"height="45"autostart="true"autoplay="true" loop="t... Dedicated to the memory of my old friend Doug Auccoin who passed away recently and to Glenda, his widow who was there for him till the very end... There is reason for our seasons and that reason has less to do with driving and walking conditions, and more to do with the well-being of our hearts a... It’s difficult to comprehend how reliable Nature remains, regardless of weather, war, or natural time change.
Photo taken in Caloundra, Queensland, Australia, February 2012 There are times when my memories of climbing mountains takes me to a private place, a place, a ledge, a cornice, space where remembering Nature in its... I am feeling nostalgic this evening. Below is the poem that just came to me. Lovely image from Pixabay. My one and only Haiku, ever...Janny xoxoxo People, like seasons, change.
(Image by Kendra Fleishman www.offcenterstudio.com/seasons.jpg) Some think that age is chronic progression, others challenge old as arriving at the experienced young merely growing up… biological demands notwithsta... As the seasons change, so do we. We move in and out of our seasons and time waits for no man! Like most, struggling with sorrow brings on unique awareness, even after resolve has been met. Still, to have had such an experience and survived, is ... Blessings of life and it's seasons! Been struggling with Seclusion and I`solation in this poem, I will wilt mirror perspective interpolations to ponder on your 'I' unique of would could ... Maybe we do not like who we see in the reflection, it is as if life has let you down. |
