Tagged: poem
Pondering
Salty cheese and a glass of wine
A different time
a different era
Where voluptuous curves were what artists wrote about
What the most glorious painters painted about
The round about curtsey of a respectable girl
who’s hair all acurl
Made even the most proper woman’s brow curl
A time of allure
Where femininity could endure
a lifetime of salty cheese and a glass of wine.
A Series of Poems on The Senses: The Poetry of Sound
The poetry of sound
Lingers all around
The wind in my ears
The crashing waves
The faint cry of a seagull
The distant hum of a motor boat Continue reading
3 Little Problems of the Creative Mind
Photographers
They spend so much time looking through the lens knowing the importance of capturing a moment, the moment so that it can forever be shared with the world but yet so often missing out on living in the moment.
Writers
They can’t wait to tell their story. When it’s time to write, it’s time, you can only wait so long before the idea passes or your muse leaves, often wishing to record moments of the past forgetting to participate in the present.
Readers
They get so engrossed in the stories and facts they read that they long for the next moment that they can escape back to their story.
So really there is one problem, often the problem of existing and living in the moment.
So live your passion but don’t forget to also live your life, in the moment!
Newton’s Cradle
Swinging to and fro
Undecided on which way to go
Pacing
Erasing every possibility of moving forward
Stuck rocking
Swaying
In place
Rythmically,
Held together by a metal brace Continue reading
The Clarity of Stone
My ring
Such a sparkly thing
It shines and glimmers
A flashy reminder of you
The cut, so precious and rare
Created for a love that you cannot compare Continue reading
Carefree Joy
Natures Love Song
The tree covered hill tops
Alive with the chirping of birds
Their songs echoing
Providing solace and joy to my soul
They sing their song
Encouraging nature along,
Natures love song
Giving rise to the earth
© Jennifer David 2013
Essence
I sit here waiting
not so patiently for you.
Feeling alive inside
Aware of my pumping heart and every breath
I know you are nearing me,
completing me,
greeting me Continue reading
Innocence
Interpretation.
Innocence
Shunned, ashamed,
you turn away
but you know no other way.
This too shall pass
It’s only a season,
that must be the reason.
You muster up the strength,
lift yourself up off the floor.
What was once,
is no more.
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Shadows and Flowers
*ORIGINAL POST DATE APRIL 5th*
So this morning I happened upon the blog naming constellations. More specifically a piece entitled Slow Rhapsody http://namingconstellations.wordpress.com/2013/03/07/slow-rhapsody Maybe it was all the bacon talk (I love me some bacon) or his writings that reminded me of the weightiness that winter can bring (being Canadian I am well aware of this feeling) or maybe it was his beautiful poem. But what I do know is that I was immediately inspired to write and this is what came of it.
You never know who is reading or what your writings can do for other people.
Trust your instincts. Trust your intuition. I can’t say that enough.
Shadows and flowers (spring is in the air)
It’s so close yet it seems so far.
The hint of a memory, like a glimmer of a shadow that catches your attention out of the corner of your eye, certain that you saw it you turn your head to find there’s nothing there, you turn your head even more with hopes of finding even a fading shadow.
You realize it was never there only a distant memory of what was.
But you know. You remember.
You can recall the smells, the sights and the sounds.
Your body becomes alive, your senses heightened.
Somehow you know.
The flowers are about to grow.
I am vacationing to a chalet in the eastern townships of Quebec for a family gathering this weekend. We’ve rented a chalet to celebrate Granddad’s 90th birthday.
I am bringing two crock pots full of sausages and bacon.
I will be wearing my rubber boots.
And I will be searching for where the flowers are about to grow.
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