Poems wanted!!!

[Teresa]

That is really good. 

You wove a good tale there. Liked it a lot.

[pam]

I like that DN

[Diane Amberg]

A very nice poem.  Good imagery. Can we have more please?

[sixdogsmom]

Yes, yes, and yes!

[dnalexander]

Thank you all. Pam that is the perfect picture. The poem needs a little tweaking in a couple spots. Sometimes those early birds need to be reminded that us night owl's keep the world running while they sleep.

David

[Catwoman]

The puzzle master is also a master of poetry...who would have guessed...more, please?

[Teresa]

Aren't poems a funny thing? And I don't mean funny as in ha ha funny.
I mean.. They tell stories..and they weave tales.. and they can take you to a time or place or dimension that you never thought you could be in. If you read poems slowly and with the feeling that they were written in.. you can capture the magick in them.

I love the ones that have a mystical touch to them. Those are the kind I write and when I do.. I actually feel like I "become" my poem. ( Does that make sense?)

Oh well.. rattle and babble the whole day long
No matter if I'm writing or singing a song.
I go away on a magical ride..
To wondrous places where different things hide.
And just as I'm settling into my colorful whirl...
The telephone rings and I'm back in this world.

(Which is the truth     .. so I better get back to work) 

[pam]

Friend of mine sent me this poem, I really liked it and thought you all might too

~~Meeting Myself Where I left Off ~~



Meeting myself where I left off as once more I come into my own.

Days many multiplied and seemingly without number have come and gone.

The months flowing one into the other, sometimes as crashing waves,

Sometimes as water so deathly cold that all lies in a frozen suspended state.

When all seems to be dark shrouded, at a crossroads standing stilled in place.

Waiting upon a Springtime for a release from the suffering tide of despair.

Meeting myself where I left off as once more I come into my own.

So many the years in passing, a decade, then a dozen, adding on a couple years more.

Time it took flight traveling over numerous hills, reaching into the mountains.

While slipping into the treacherous valleys that lay hidden in amongst the crevasses.

Seasons passed where dry parched was the order of the day.

Dreaming of once again coming into a wet, dew filled morning after a blissful...

~*Thunderous MidNight*~

[Diane Amberg]

Spooky...but good. Very dark, I wanted to turn on some lights.

[Catwoman]

Love it! :-)  I have always enjoyed the darker side, like Edgar Allen Poe.