Tag Archive | harmony
#MusicandMuseMonday – Singing Majesty of Waking Day
Originally posted on BooknVolume:
. Singing Majesty of Waking Day, Bright clear Spectacle of Delicate Play, Unstrung bow of Harmonious chords, Enchanting Serenade, Winsomely Implored; Birdsong Sweet upon the Rising Gaze Of Daytides shifting lavender haze, Enshrouded in Beguiling Laughter and Sighs, As the Carol of Ages chirrups and cries; Dulcet Symphony of Transcending Aplomb,…
Cave-digging Artist
Originally posted on Margos Blog:
Cave Digging Artist finds Inspiration Underground. Isn’t it absolutely amazing what man can be passionate about? This is so creative and unusual I just have to share it.
OctPoWriMo – Where Magic Abounds
Originally posted on BooknVolume:
Upon the Wings of Ebon Night, Enraptured by the Calming Hush, Whispers ride the Still Twilight, Above the Worldly Rush. Bespeckled Hour of Mystic Intent, Lavish Dreams with Delicate Sound, Beyond the Tumult, Soaring Content, Ascending, Wheeling, Where Magic Abounds. ~Morgan~ ? . . . Beautiful Artwork found on Fairies, dragons…
Micro-Poetry
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
Below are several short poems or micro-poetry that I originally shared on Twitter. Some changes have been made along with a few additions. Each piece was written on its own and are therefore unconnected, each can stand alone. Darkness weeps from loneliness The sound of silence frightens Shadows linger…
Something to be Learned
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Estella-472873000 Wonder where the hard years went Up and down and lost like blood and sweat The monumental dramas have all but disappeared For maybe love and peace Can win the day, yet again I passed a bridge, calling maturity I broke into a dive, of self-acceptance It…
After 100 Sonnets
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it. ~ Audrey Hepburn i My ugly love, when you are so beautiful to me it’s not enough for my mouth whose kisses routinely bathe you in an inventory of whispers, love-cries with tenderness for…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 