Tag: nature
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On Dappling Pond
a poem about the beautiful Mandarin duck and the not-so-beautiful Muscovy duck On Dappling Pond White, crisp half-moon, the blue crested melt to ruddy hind swoop. Tawny wings tucked under, belted by royal blue. Sleek chest, brazen blue as ocean-deep. Neck ringed in maple majesty lace. Enlightened, resplendent, …
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Thoughts at 2:04 A.M. on Easter Morning (It’s called Grace.)
To Creator of the worm of the earth, the soil and sky for all races and tongues, for all things that fly for all genders and generations, for mother earth for every living thing to have in Him a New Birth.
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The Calf Song — a poem
The Calf Song From the backside of a smileI rise, discontented. Inside my eyelids a dream sleepsbetween measureskeeping the beat,each a credulous mark upon my heart song. The calf lies waiting,wobbly legs unableto bear its load upon its hoof and foot. It stands, behind my eyesrising in ignorant content. It cannot sing my songor read…
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A Stunning Prose piece, Recurring Dreams Of a Happy Child
Of Water and other Dreamy Things I had the BIGGEST IMAGINATION when I was a child. One recurring dream I had was that our house was full of water and I could swim all around in it like a big aquarium. Now, I am sure there are all kinds of interpretations of this, but for…
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A poem Inspired by the Green Lacewing – Your garden Helper!!
Green Lacewings are a delicate insect with intricate lacy veining on their wings. You may have never noticed them before. If you see them, be happy! They are a very beneficial insect to have around your garden because of the garden pests (insects and larvae) that they predate. So munch away at those pests dear…
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Hoppy-Toads in the Summer ~ a poem
I don’t know about you but when I was a child the summers were magnificent. Long hot days spent out in the yard, playing in our sand box and on the swing set my daddy built. He also built our sandbox which had a second floor with a tire ladder to climb up. There…
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Desperately Seeking Oblivion
Desperately Seeking Oblivion He wants to taste it, quick on the tip of his tongue sliding with ease down into his gut… Someone should tell him to stop swallowing it whole. A strange enigma, [oblivion] tasting like nothing, encompassing, delivering, numbness… a capsuled oasis in vast desert to which all will dig and crawl our…
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Tomorrows ~ a poem about HOPE, by Christina Ward
This poem is about hope. About reaching into tomorrow and becoming whatever you want to be. It is about connecting with the world around you and truly feeling inspired and blessed by it. What will your tomorrows bring? Will you embrace it? Here is my newest poem: Tomorrows Here it is. A new year…
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Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen ~ a poem about my childhood
Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen Every week or so Daddy brings home a stiff-legged, russet-colored doe and hangs her by her feet on my swing set. Mamma blinks her eyes away and silently wipes down the aged green countertops with a dilapidated kitchen sponge. He is careful with the knife in the afternoon sun,…
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No Return, A Heartbreaking Poem about the Soldiers of the USS Indianapolis
No Return Suspended, rafts drift with blood and oil they spread on their gaping faces. Dorsal fins flashing, stirring like soup spoons. Death waits below, saucer-eyed, evolved. Dog tags slink down the esophagus of the sea, silver coins shimmer then vanish. Faces toward Son, they that remain uneaten claw themselves, beg to be found. I…
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