Love Her #earthday #poetry

A brush, my fingers are entranced

inhaling rich loamy soil

time upon time ago what were you?

acorns found a safe harbor

limbs created wind breaker

mules with plows toiled

deer on fallen leaves pranced

I kneel beneath arbor

I hold today’s beauty

before she …

becomes rooted with her maker

 

It is Earth Day – time to care for  the ground we live on

My Friend the Tree #childhood #poetry #photography

those trees

Once

a friend was a tree

sometimes it was a “she”

while other times it was a “he”

I

looked up to you

and I sang to my heart’s content

you never minded all the time that we spent

Had

you a person been

you would have complained

when on your limbs I climbed and played

A

little sappy

I liked how your leaves sang

you’d tickle me as I’d swing and hang

Tall

like a mighty ship

I could spy from the highest tip

trying to keep my feet from a serious slip

Friend

 you never told secrets

I could hide when I was afraid

memories in your golden boughs I would never trade

one fall leaf

The prompt for Poet’s United Mid-week Motif is Trees.

What memories do you have as a child in the trees????

In #atozchallenge #poetry #photography

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I looked in to you

waving in the breeze

a smile big as the sun

climbing with my knees

laying beneath you

in  your big shadow

nature’s bed at my command

sand between my toes

I ate from your fruit

white and juicy meat

hardest nut I’d cracked

my mess’n wasn’t neat

 

 

“A thousand words will not so deep an impression make as one deed.”

~Henrik Ibsen

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Imagery: is the name given to the elements in a poem that spark off the senses. Despite “image” being a synonym for “picture”, images need not be only visual; any of the five senses (sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell) can respond to what a poet writes.

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Autumn Stripped Bare #photography


“My sorrow,when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be. she loves the bare, the withered tree, she walks the sodden pasture lane.” ~Robert Frost

This Week’s picture and quote prompt  provided by Ese is bare. Autumn a fitting time for bare and black and white.

Photography the copyrighted work of L. Moon 2013

 

Captivated by another place #poetry #photography

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In the world of trees

when not as high as your knees

I sang a song

nature sang along

In storms and gales

I’d raise the sails

the salty mist

was my first kiss

by light of  books and art

I’d play my harp

and dream of places

magnificent horse races

the places I love

are rapturous above

and far below

where beasts bellow

The imagination vivid

where I’ve oft lived

where worlds unfold

endless stories told

This poem inspired by Sherry over at Poet’s United her prompt today “A favorite place you love”

poets united

Photograph: Life of a tree © L. Moon 2013

The Forest or the Trees? #wordpress #dailypost #poetry #photography

When you gaze out your window (literally or figuratively) do you see the forest or the trees????

three rivers canvas

Run my fingertips through mossy hair

flick water drop rainbows toward the sky

inhale your loamy essence

run my hands over your rocky surfaces

grasp the prisms of  sunlight

listen to your voice as you rush by

…and all the time long to be a tree by your banks

The question above is the prompt for the Daily Post at WordPress. What do you see????

Photography: “Three Rivers for canvas” copyright L. Moon 2012. This photo I gave an oil painting rendering (using paint.net) to see what it would look like on a canvas. Nature’s textures are so pronounced.

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From Above #photography #wordpressphotochallenge

bridge
River Bridge – L. Moon
shadows
Twin Shadows – L. Moon
circle
Down the Drain – L. Moon
Sand Ripples – L. Moon

I love angles so this weekly photo challenge from WordPress was perfect “From Above”

Waiting for You #poem (One shot Wednesday)

I sat looking

Waiting

Hoping

for One last glimpse

of us

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There we were on our bench

the picture so clear

sweet summer fragrance

eyes only for each other

***

You held me tight

beneath the maple trees

emanating warmth

even in the fall breeze

***

Words they heard

in our lover’s embrace

carefully conveyed into the night

as though they had done this before

***

You were only a breath away

whispered never “let you go”

gave me hope for tomorrow

yet  I am here all alone

***

That love so strong

had one weak link

more than tears rusted through

our loving embrace

***

So I make a vigil

before our bench

I cast my love

into the frosty night

***

Into barren arms of naked maples

and cold winter air

“please hold my dreams tight”

they hear me whisper

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I listen for hopes of you

things not spoken my dear

perhaps no one will hear

but maybe they will get

through to you

This poem is in honor of the men and women whose love was separated forever by disaster the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked December 7, 1941.

Join us at One Stop Poetry where the poems are always fantastic and inspirational too. One Shot Wednesday is open to anyone interested in sharing their poetry with like minded writers.

Photography: Leslie Moon – Fall bench

Benson Kua – winter bench

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/bensonkua/3293510705/

Song of the Heart

How long had it been

since he first heard her voice?

listened for its sweetness

had no other choice

***

the very first time

up in the trees

carried her to him

in a soft gentle  breeze

***

Again he  heard her

surf carried  this  piece

strong and vivacious

she sang with the sea

***

hearing the oldies

loved her by then

musical harmony

sounds close to him

***

Lastly he heard her

each day at the start

she had woven her song

in the chords of his heart