In hidden niches here and there,
in caves and stumps of trees,
all life from everywhere
sneak out to test the breeze.
Sleepy little breezes stir
and wake up full of glee,
to sing and dance
and wing there way
down canyons to a ripply sea.
an eagle soars
away on high
an exquisite display of flight,
a sillouette against the sky
of a dissipating night.
In his hand, god held a rainbow
used a ray of the sun as a brush.
Every color used he
till the clouds did glow
and the world gives praise
with a reverant hush.
--------------------------? Go for it~
Ok "believers" I just added a little to get your interest.
Can ya finish this poem and make it live up to the title?
enough said...good as it stands me thinks
First lines maybe...
with chards of light, through splinterd limb
above carefull caves- between watch towered trees
where small specs of life, sneak everywhere
sensing forth to touch the tender breeze
Come Tender little eyes of light......
just a suggestion, nothing more
to soar defiant- against nights obismal blue
so high, above oceans of mountainous green
as if to guide the mothers tenderous hand
a pointed touch-? or a gift to man?
and, words we will use to re-call the scene
red with anger, or marmalade cream
pastoral-sweet, or tender yawning
is one word enough? shal we call it Morning?
Dutch...good try..how did that feel when ya read the whole thing with your ending?
nice, it was fun???? I love to write poetry, have some on my Hub page, and plan to add more.
Dutch: I'll check one of yer "hub" poems..
Dutch...I've never tried poetry in prose. You hang in there.
If that's the kind you like to write...do it.
I work hard to make my poetry rhyme. I love the rythm and cadence and trying to make an idea come to life in rhyme...:-)
it dives suddenly its eyes giving the fix
of a prey to be taken
from nature's stock to death shaken
from its eager beak to young gullets not forsaken
Feedin' the kids in the nest at the break of dawn...lol good try! :-)
these words are kind of mystic, very well done
Hey, I think this is s pretty good start on a poem.
Only got 2 takers so far!
No poets in the forum tonite...?
I'll try to write a little more to get the "believers involved...:-)
There I added a few lines for "believers."
quark wrote: Yep...couldn't be more so...what's more natural than feedin' the kids...:-)
uhh...making the kids?
The colors of the world so lush
Gave God the idea to rest on seventh day
He laid down, put away His brush..
And looked smiling at what He made
I knew I could get a "believer" to try. ty schoolgirl...:-)
Not too many poets in the forum.
I thought there'd be more action if i'd start a peom and see what other writers would come up with.
thx qwark !
I found this task a bit daunting (that's not how I really talk lol!)
cause your beginning start I thought was very very good
Ty School....try more of it..it's difficult but when ya finish ya look back and admire yer good work...:-)
A rainbow in the clouds
Symbolizing a covenant to Noah from this day on
No floods of rain in shrouds
will destroy the earth
A new day has dawn
Blessings of another day to come
For many entered not into His rest because of unbelief
God calls a people who cease from their own works as He has done
A people who will not rebell, hardened their hearts and suffer grief
A people who surrender to the will of God and have no plans of their own
Then a touch of the painter's brush
Grand colors of silver and gold
Coming forth from obedience that only a refining fire can touch
A people of God unfold
Entering into the Holy of Holies through faith
Why? Because this was God's work preordanied beforehand
So elaborate that not one can diminish
The eighth day, a day of rest so grand
Brings forth a reality which from the beginning was already finished
Racegirl; gotta give ya credit! Ya spent some time and even tho very religious ya came up with poetry ya can call yer own. Nice feeling isnt it? to look back at what your mind came up with when challenged.
Good for you! thanks for responding!
lol I love reading and composition, lit. etc., but have never written a poem... I always admired those who could... but thanks for the encouragement... I enjoyed yours very much
Hey, qwark - I had to start one verse up from your last...
(..."an eagle soars away on high
an exquisite display of flight
a silhouette against the sky
of a dissapating night.")
he was really a Whydah of uncommon speed
dressed in a surcoat of steel
who, flying in sinuous circles, did float
with a surefire, surefooted zeal.
now, a supplicate sylph on that starbright eve
found herself in a stormy petrel
at the slype of the moon the star chamber queen
put her silvery wings in a spell
young Whydah had spotted his sylvan amour
as he played in the fragrant air
a rainbow of light reflected his wings
in the silk of her corn-colored hair
as the morning star pushed over the ridge
his spirit quickened and stirred
the stridulous queen did thus advance
but her wrath was never heard
in the simple grace of the autumn dawn
with evening sphere removed
the swiveted queen had fled the fray
where once her spirit proved
a mighty force against all odds
she thought to do her will
but love had proved her wrong this time
for God is Sovereign still.
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