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NaPoWriMo #2
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Space sunrise by Rainbowunweaver One day I will take a cherished dream, And I will let it go, Let it fly into the sun. I will watch it unfold In a glory of rainbow colours, Soft as feathers, brilliant as stars, But I will follow only with my heart,…
NaPoWriMo #1
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
It’s April again which means a month of poems. Painting by Heinrich Vogeler With all the words, In all the tongues That I can speak, I tried to tell you how I felt And how I longed To give you all The vibrant treasures, The magical and the musical,…
Losing the north
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Robert Delaunay Hawk hanging in the blustery air Battles the breeze That buffets back and forth, Abandoning the small prey When the wind howls too high. While gulls squabble Over refuse tossed, And the crow cries death To who will listen. Time and tides flow In uneasy…
Short poems for a bright spring morning
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Edvard Munch All awakenings Should be shot with gladness, Like the first dawn blush In the eastern sky, And the song of the first bird. * * * Rising sun reaches Between scattered clouds, Tears the tattered veil of morning, Turns shadows into light. * * *…
lazy autumn day
Originally posted on Telling the Truth:
lazy autumn day black cat rests on fallen leaves– copper eye stalks prey * * * © Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 February 2015 Photo credit: DAFraser, September 2014 Outdoor Café at Longwood Gardens, Pennsylvania
Bailé calls to Aillinn
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Grá mo Chroí poem of the day. The yew tree bows beneath the weight of tears, Though the heart beneath the cairn is still. The tide flows and ebbs upon the strand, But dry are his eyes, empty his hands. On a far hill without a fort An apple…
Cliodhna
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
From the sea she came, And across the sea he followed, Stealing love from beneath the sea king’s nose. But what the sea gives, the sea takes back, The wave rolls in, the tide ebbs away. His back was turned but for a moment, And in a moment the…
Sorrow
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Dawn falls silent On snow, Blood-splashed, And in the black shadows I think I see The cloud of your raven hair. I shake the longings from my eyes, And the raven-haired shadow flies On black wings. The hearth is dead, No embers glow, And there is no warmth in…
Emer regrets what is past
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
The girl she was is no more, Her past, a scattering of driftwood on an empty strand. He took the easy laughter and the wisdom of her words And gave her back the same, Honey-coated and bright as the sun. But love to him was conquest and nights beneath…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 