Tuesday, 1. September 2009, 07:19:28
nature, cry, Time, Autumn
...
Dance of Autumn Leaves
Carefully crafted the third season
of deciduous trees and leaves
gently swaying and basking in
sunlight amidst a back drop blue sky
the autumnal equinox staves off the winter solstice
taking joy in all the colorful hues
of browns and golds, deep reds and ambers
as it waves goodbye to Summers bliss
and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call
feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark
and so the leaves dance and play
to the winds song that has travelled afar
beyond the north as we know it
to revel in this beautious season
though at first glance one sees the season
as one dying as it lays and dry upon the ground
and we see not, we feel not the life that might be emerging
only seeing the browns and golds, deep reds and ambers
and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call
feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark
strange it seems, this change of season
that bursts into colors beyond our senses
silhouettes and shades that cast it's shadows
sprinkled beween stark limbs soon to be naked
unremembered sleep of Autumn wrestling with
the nearing of winters cry - yet but a snap
of time that passes this way all to quickly
artfully and splendidly crafted color
and now awaits the first leaf - must fall
and to the world - Autumn, Autumn, Autumn it must call
feel the breeze whip around the bark
Autumn winds crisp and stark
and so this dance of Autumn soon must end all but too quickly
as autumn's quilt lies silent on the ground beneath
the great trees, the teller of time
and bid the north winds song of frolic goodbye.....
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009
Monday, 10. March 2008, 04:51:14
dark, child, slave, Religious
...
Bless Till Your Hearts Content
so bless and bless and bless
as children are paid
less and less and less
for such is faith and hypocrisy
for some it goes hand in hand
for the price that cocoa demand
so bless and bless and bless
as your compassion diminishes
less and less and less
for such is the outrage of cry
that plays semantics with heartless
words as companies continue to lie
so bless and bless and bless
as sweetness on your lips grows
less and less less
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long
Friday, 29. February 2008, 00:14:29
cry, night, heaven, Stars
...
WOULD YOU NOTICE?
Would you notice the heavens crying
when evening stars are falling?
Would you notice the crocodile tears
as the lake meets the ocean?
Would you notice my heart beating faster
when you are in the room?
Would you notice I was missing when
my heart was packed and gone?
Would you notice heaven calling
night after night?
Would you notice the waves upon the ocean
and the distance of the seas?
Would you notice my heart bleeding
as hopes drown as I cry on my knees?
Or would you take for granted another nights
sky filled with many stars
and not even notice that one was missing?
Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008
FOOTNOTE: Inspired by Ellidata's comment on another piece I wrote:
"even stars are falling but the sky is full of them the next night! "
Monday, 11. February 2008, 07:11:17
cry, Maree Long, heartache, motherhood
...
STONE THE HEART THAT CRIES
cold to the touch
lacking lustre frigid
and uncomfortable to
be near, no warmth
of heart endearing
this stone heart
of lacking and forboding
the premise of motherhood
from whence my need
of mothers milk the
tender touch of care that
could have laced those bones
of vacant heart that knew not
the caress of tenderness
don't you know that stone
hearts break and cry
and weather with the years
and in thier own wanting
ache and in silence beg
for mercy and grace
but heart of stone remains
stocily shielded to prevent
the hurt it fears may come
from lessons past
that clings to stone so dear.....
FOOTNOTE: Inspired by a friends description and wanting which so moved me