A Spare Moment . . .

Sunflower and friends . . .

A bit of a sky brush

has pasted some thin

white clouds

across

the eyes of the rising sun,

as she searches the faces

of those who love her, and

a melody is performed

as wings

touch the breeze . .. 

of a morning

full of tender peace 

and aching with memories . . .

The man with the gentle dog

offers to cut the sunflower for me

just as my camera captures 

that bright yellow face

to hold forever . .. 

I was deeply moved by this stranger's

desire . . . to give me a smile . . . 

. . . finding moments like these

strewn across my pathways

in an eternal heaven,

presents purpose and song,

like the meaning of stars 

and the spirit of waterfalls . . .  

like a gaze from the gods . . .

 it covers my spirit with healing,

creating me anew . . .

and though I said "No, but thanks,"

I received the greatest treasure

a day could offer . . . 

an endless space of love

in a tiny moment . . . . 

where the clouds are but spare tear drops,

flung out like pearls,

to frame the beauty 

of a flower

dancing eternally in the breeze . . . 

A beautiful morning, and I walked part way into work . . . and decided to take pictures of the sunflowers before they faded completely away . . . I especially wanted the sunflowers growing against the back wall of the automobile repair shop . . . because I had seen them in their glory . . . but I was a little late . . . yet I saw one solitary bloom that was striking, and took its picture  . . . and the man with his dog, was cutting across the field and he offered to cut the flower for me . .. and I felt such a connection between souls . .. I explained that I loved to photograph flowers but don't care to keep the blooms themselves as I prefer they stay where they are . . . giving joy to other eyes . . 

    

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Royalty-free music for professional licensing

I like this music . ..  it fills my day with serenity and peace .. . .it gives some bright bubbles of light which sparkle in my atmosphere and I am soothed . ..  it can play for hours without becoming old . . . and it influences my spirit to create . ..  

For more Jamendo music reviews check out my forum thread : http://forum.jamendo.com/index.php?p=/discussion/12000142/album-shares-with-my-thoughts-and-reviews#Item_167 

Meandering Road

Peahen, and her brood, taking a walk

My walking stick, like a third leg, gives me the stability I need to trudge through the unfinished roads near my home. A peaceful place; I find it necessary for me to have these few moments, here, to de-stress and 

daydream.

The road, full of potholes

and gravel

is coated with a fine talcum powder dust

which rises as I walk,

lending yellow streaks to the still air . . . .

I hear small birds singing in the cool mornings

and during the warm afternoons

the chickens are wandering around softly murmuring

and chuckling over tasty discoveries . . .

while the voices of children add

to the flavor of the day . . .

Distant traffic

drones and eats away

at the edges 

where a squirrel chatters

at the crow who steals her hidden nuts.

Walking by a newly built house

I hear the friendly clatter of silverware

against porcelain. . . someone

stirs something up for dinner . . .

like a chime in a melody;

a lazy dog barks once or twice

and the crunch of gravel

adds to the tympani  . . .

there are children gathered

around the man trimming the wayward vines,

while laughing at his jokes

they help him

away from his secret sorrows,

and that deep well of loneliness

which pervades,

sinking like the dust

into the multitude of holes

in the soul . . .

  

A tree the captivates my senses

Royalty-free music for professional licensing

Time to cool down from those high hot temperatures of Summer? Well here you go . . . a nice chilly jazz tune to ease your pain . . . imagine standing under that waterfall . . . and listen . . .. !

Barbara Wolfsong : Walk With Me

Video by Barbara Wolfsong
Photography by Barbara Wolfsong
Vers, France
Music by Van Syla, "In Your Eyes"
from the album, "Death of a Star"
http://www.jamendo.com/en/track/633586/in-your-eyes

When We Had Wings . . .

     Once
     so long ago . . .

     a spiraling galaxy
     held our hearts . ..

     and we flew from end to end
     with wings
     that cried . .

     in grief, of sorrow
     in joy, of love . .

     we held on our faces,
     masks of serenity

     our praying hands
     cupped nectar from
     invisible winds . . .

     and we dreamed
     of a golden star . . .
     shining on a silver sea . . .

     and we reflected
     from heart to heart
     a soul of a planet . . .
     a small blue flower . . .

     a babe cried there
     on a lonely shore . . .
     where the seabirds gathered
     and the salt air stings
     in contemplation . . .

     and the dreams flow
     like mists and dew,
     rivulets of
     what will be . . .

     tomorrow and tomorrow . .
     deeper into the darkness
     we flew . . .
     our wings of crystal . . .
     shattered and fell away
     and we forgot . . .
         that once we were angels . . .

EDIT (August 28, 2012):

I was so moved by a Jamendo friend, Stefano Mocini, who was inspired by this poem and wrote a beautiful musical piece to go along with it . . .

Royalty-free music for professional licensing

Rune made a beautiful video to showcase Stefano's music . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKoP-QXgRUk&feature=em-subs_digest