Shadowland (Epilogue) - POEM of the MONTH!

Shadowland - Epilogue

Stop, before being stopped.
Turn, from hollow to hallow
Under the arms of the Vine
In whose rest has no shadow

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Creation's Applause - POEM of the MONTH!

Creation's Applause

Rock towers above the tree line,
The balcony of the valley --
A forest, an audience in anticipation
Of an ensemble staged daily.

A waterfall reflects the sunrise,
A marmot scurries and leers,
A bear stands poised to roar
As the wind breaks into cheers!

The river's course is destined
Through granite and meadow
As a coyote howls from his heart
A love song from Heaven's window.

A trout is released from the catch
As an eagle declares their freedom;
A child shares with her little brother
In the sunlight of God's auditorium.

The crescendo presents a gift
To the inspired and awed,
And by the late afternoon breeze
The quaking aspen applaud!


~


Inspired by the beauty of Hope Valley, California. While observing and listening to the aspen quiver in the wind and gentle breeze, it appeared as though they were clapping. 

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Invisible Ink - POEM of the MONTH!

Invisible Ink 

It wants to appear on the scroll

While turning my pacing feet;
I look for the magic keyhole
With fingers of meager control,
Opening to a page incomplete.

From my blood-filled cartridge
To the bottom of a pen point,
I narrowly miss the vestige
Of my thought’s passage,
Hoping the two will be conjoint.

I fill the page with verse,
But my eyes smudge the lines;
If only life were in reverse
I could understand the curse,
And follow the sign.

When your mind is quiet,
And you pause -- pause to think
From the well within your spirit,
The Truth will illuminate,
As you write with invisible ink.

Hold Your Line - POEM of the MONTH!

Hold Your Line

"Hold your line!"
An opponent shouted;
A line on repeat
Dangerously threaded.

"Let your yes be yes,
And your no be no."
To avoid a crash --
Fast or slow.

From corner to corner
Or mountain and valley,
Hold your line
To maintain integrity.

Used by cyclists, "hold your line" is a phrase one rider shouts to another when the receiving rider makes abrupt lateral movements -- which increases the potential for a crash. All riders want to maintain the integrity of the pack. May the same desire be true in life.

This Page Intentionally Left Blank - POEM of the MONTH!

This Page Intentionally Left Blank

And, I turned the page and read,
This Page Intentionally Left Blank.
Unless the prior text was irrelevant or droll,
I suppose this page is of the lowest rank.

There was just nothing there,
Except the words relieving my despair.

I opened the door, looked in and saw
An empty room with four white walls;
The sunlight provided the only interest,
As I heard the echo of my footfalls.
There was just this space,
But imagination enlightened my face.

I awoke one morning and opened my eyes
To a blank square on the calendar.
No matter the busy week’s history,
I now had only possibilities to ponder:
Anything – not everything –
Today perhaps, nothing.


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Velocipeda - POEM of the MONTH!

Velocipeda

On any given brisk morning
Or afternoon filled with sunshine,
Down to the farmer's market
Or up the steepest incline.

Adrenaline surge on pedals
With the wind in my hair,
Sends a sensation of euphoria
Like a smile to answered prayer.

Whether on days with no chain
Or my feet sink into the pave',
Any direction on two wheels
Is like another holiday!

More rewarding than the machine,
And what many inventions lack,
Is the shared exhilaration
Of exchanged smiles in a pack.

~

The first bicycle prototype, called the Laufmaschine (running machine), was invented by Baron Karl von Drais in 1817 in Mannheim, Germany. But, it may be considered that the first bicycle, called the velocipeda, was built by French nobleman Comte de Sivrac in 1791.
Most historians are of the opinion that it was Ernest Michaux who invented the bicycle with the help of his father Pierre Michaux, in 1861.

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Static in the Wind - POEM of the MONTH!

Static in the Wind

This is the dawn of creation,
The cracking flash of light;
This is the Word spoken,
Staging all of life -- ignite!

The earth was formless,
The Spirit hovered in love --
Endless, with the fullness
Of the breath from above.

Static in the wind.
Inception.
Before anyone sinned.
Reflection.

Reflection.
As if no one sinned.
Inception.
Static in the wind.

A pen draws near a page,
A brush drips onto canvas,
A curtain cracks onstage --
Emerging from the darkness.

This is the dawn of creation,
A cracking flash of light;
This is imagination,
The mirror of life -- delight!