Showing posts with label poetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetic. Show all posts

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Shine and Shadow~ Maine Spring



"...Wherever you go they'll go with you and whatever you are you'll wonder,

smiling about the fullness
you can't add to and the emptiness
that you can fill."
Scottish poet~ Norman MacCaig, from Anam Cara
Graceful trees, Calais Maine
Sea Urchin~Found in the woods at Devil's Head, Calais Maine
Variegated Maple Leaf

Luminous spectacle

Monday, September 1, 2008

To September





Sunflowers bow-
bending at their brown
dried knees
no longer following
the sun
humbled now, they fade

Spiders busier-
by night they spin
sunrise casts first light
on their dew drop craft-
intricate lines
of deception

Birds and more birds
gather on lines and poles
like little feathered men
assembled in rows
something startles one
-off they all fly madly

Sun rise bothers not
to wake me these days
I am the one who shakes
to rise and shine-
a bucket of cracked corn
rattled like an alarm

As for the moon-
too early he rises
in a golden way
hypnotizing me,
early yawns follow-
triumphantly he glows

When sun and moon together
compress the day
between horizons
of awe and wonder-
daylight beaten,
I surrender...

To September.
by T.L. Starks 2008

Sunday, January 20, 2008

someThing intricately structured...


(photo credit Jose More')

"...Love a guy who holds the world in a paper cup Drink it up, love him and he'll bring you luck And if ya find he helps your mind, better take him ho-ome Yeah 'n' dontcha live alone, try to earn what lovers own..."

Happy belated birthday -my friend of friends. So thankful just now, and I suspect always...that you were set upon this earth "26" years ago... Hope you're firing up that ole Hot Rod, you're gonna need some high octane/in low gear to ride with me... But you know that, love that-don't you sweet heart?! I won't invade your woods there with too many words -but I could find you in a haystack, just like you found me-in a hurricane. Picked me up, dried me off and preached your slow dance sermon to my heart, cold and heavy as it was-you carried it there to your wood burner in the play pen -poetically, sincerely warmed my soul like no other. Something about you, Mr. -that just makes me want to smile sometimes... Cheers, and see you some day. Me,my Levis, open mind and arms. Just as I am...

"... You even called me friend..."

Thank God I'm a country girl,Yeah...take care!