FANTASY'S MAGICAL DREAM

Transported once again
in middle of the day,
as the sun approaches
the noontime sky,
to those magical realms
once reserved for the night,
taking my hand and inviting me
into the wonder and magic inside.

All that I've dreamed of,
but only at night,
in this one special place
as the sun is so bright,
castles
and rainbows
and carousels in the air,
clocks with no hands
and time without end,
deserts and mountains
and oceans afar.
And within the magic
of this wondrous sight
my imagination wanders
delighting in the scene,
inhaling these wonders
of fantasy's magical dream
of day.


(c) barbara kausteklis 5-16-11

Written for Drips of Ink
Surreal Picture Challenge/Maura Holden.

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/542953226

Thanks so much for all visits and comments.

I'm looking forward to reading all the pieces
posted for this always wonderful challenge.

~barb~

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WITHIN THE GLOW

Swirling about,
tumbling,
falling,
as they begin
to spill
onto the pillow,
night overtaking
emotions worn thin
and begging for
the renewal
of moonbeams
and stardust
and angels' wings.
And as they threaten
to drown this restless heart,
ink begins to flow
with the tears of the night
and the brilliance
of the full moon
streams through
the window
and fills the room,
the magic of night
finally settling
upon the day
and my weary heart.

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-16-11

Written for CPC "Magic Monday/
The Magic of Sleep."

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/36698/magic-sleep-w-jt-mary/


Thanks always for your visits and precious comments.

Wishing my friends a peaceful week ahead.

~barb~

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TRANSCENDING THE KEYS

Upon the breath of a melody
rhapsodic into the night,
his hands dance lightly
across the keys,
stopping at each one,
the black and the white,
the flats and the sharps,
the high notes and the low,
the rough and the smooth,
the fast and the slow,
caressing each melodic tone
one by one,
shaping them
making them his own,
molding them
as they find their way
to my heart.
And for a time,
measured as it is,
the harmonies drift through
the coffee-brewed corners,
soothing and rich,
in velvety smooth darkness,
a keyboard of dreams
works its magic
one exquisite note
at a time,
soothing to
this dreaming heart
simply trying to find
its way in the dark
as their release
is my release,
as I dance
across the keys,
adding my own notes
along the way,
transcending the keys
and lost within the moment.

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-14-11

Written for "Drips of Ink -Saturday Music/Piano"

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/542935019

Thanks always for your visits and comments
as I look forward to reading all the pieces
posted to this theme.

~barb~

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SUMMER'S CHILD

The old canoe,
the river,
swimming in the lake,
those times we thought
would last forever,
those endless summer days
as we chased each other
into the sunsets
of those steamy August nights,
fireflies twinkling
just beyond our reach
as again and again
we tried to capture
our dreams.

Roller skates
and hide-and-seek,
running bases till
darkness fell;
marbles and hopscotch
just a few of those games
that we would play
until our eyes finally closed
on those long summer days
and we dropped into bed,
overtaken by dreams
of spaceships and Sputnik
and the seas that we would sail
into tomorrow and beyond
when again we would wake up
before the sun and the birds,
already dreaming
and scheming,
of more games
that we would play.

And as the day unfolded
the hours one by one,
the children of summer
got together once more,
meeting at the park
and playing 'till dark,
doing all the important things.

Those endless days
remembered well
through memory's veil
memories fragile and delicate
as bubbles on a summer's day,
fleeting moments recaptured
and tucked away for safekeeping
in that very special place
where precious things are kept,
before they float away,
games so often re-played,
those games of summers past,
and remembered once again
on a morning such as this,
floating upon the breezes
of sweet memories.

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-13-11

Written for "Drips of Ink/
Blast From the Past - Games."

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/542924678

Thanks always for your visits and comments.

~barb~

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I'm glad to be able to post this here in my own blog as a preview to what I'll be posting later on in the Legacy Writers II "Byways" Group Forum as we all continue to be frustrated by the "time-out" issues we've been experiencing over the past weeks.  Here I am posting in the Groups and have a very difficult time getting in there myself. 

I really hope access improves as it simply makes me so very sad each week to have this continue to happen when there is so much beautiful work posted there in the forum.

Since it seems that last week's forum was hardly visited at all (and I hope it was due to the glitches and not anything else), I'll be glad to leave "Springtime Soaring Byways" posted at the end of this week's post over there.

And finally, just something that I have found working better for me.  I use the various browsers interchangeably (Firefox, Chrome, Internet Explorer) as they aren't all compatible with all the various sites.  Up until now I've been using Chrome to access "Boomer" -- but I have found over the past few weeks that I am having fewer time-outs when I use Internet Explorer.  I have no idea why that is.  But when I click on the mouse to access, I have to be sure to click firmly and make sure that I can see the little rectangle that appears at the bottom of my screen that tells me that it's working (as it fills up with green). 

At any rate, thanks for your patience and for your participation in "Byways" and the other Legacy Writers Groups that are able to post.

Looks like I could have made my words above into a blog all by themselves.  Hopefully, you've read far enough to read what is below. 

Thanks again.  Hugs to All.

~bk~

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Welcome to "Byways" this week, and I hope everyone has had a beautiful week.

Thanks always for visiting and participating as "Byways" really can't continue without you and your participation.

It hardly seems possible that just one year ago I was packing for three weeks in Oahu. I feel Hawaii calling my name and hopefully will get back there in the near future.

In the meantime, I do love art and all the forms it takes -- painting, drawing, literature, music -- all so different and all so meaningful to me. I'm still fascinated by the entire creative process.

Create a MySpace Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Whether or not we paint or sculpt or create beautiful music with instruments, we are all able to create amazing word pictures as though we were actually painting with a brush on a canvas.

We paint wonderful pictures with our words every day. And we have such amazing opportunities to do exactly that as we experience the sights and sounds around us.

Mono Lake in California is one of those magical places where the art of the brush and the art of the pen often converge.

And wherever we happen to be, we have opportunities to paint what we see with our words.

And some words to inspire our thoughts:

Please feel free to use any of these photos or any of your own you might want to bring and share with us here.

I hope you will come back and share some of your own word paintings with us. What you bring back to share is always a blessing to us all and I love that about Legacy Writers and all that we do here each week.

Thanks so much for participating and sharing. If you are a new visitor, the "Join" button is at the top of this page. New work posted as "New Topics" to the Forum and be sure to click on "See All" to view all the pages of this forum and all the amazing pieces that have been posted over the past 23 weeks.

I always treasure this time with you and look forward to what you bring back to share with all of us.

Please feel free to use any of the photos you find here (or to bring your own to share) and to write to any of the previous themes posted as you scroll back through the previous weeks' postings.

P.S. Just a reminder. Please post your entire pieces as new posts in the forum and feel free to add a link to your blog along with your post. We all look forward to what you will bring back to share.

Please remember to scroll back through the pages to find all the beautiful postings. Thanks always for commenting.

And the "JOIN" button is at the top of the page though joining is not a pre-requisite for participating. Thanks to everyone for being here. ~bk~

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SPILLING OVER

Through the shaded lenses
of this late afternoon,
my world rounds the bases,
the bats making contact
with the ball
over
and over
and over,
my concentration
broken
as I try to follow them,
within the glare
of the day,
the rough edges
of my heart
trying to restrain
the uninvited emotions
clamoring for my attention;
threatening to erupt,
to spill over,
as I pay them
so very little attention,
but
they don't,
except
as they drop,
one
by
one,
on a page,
one of many pages
bound together
in random overflowings,
mostly kept silent,
seldom shared,
seldom . . . .
but every once in a while
seeping through the cracks,
drop
by
drop
onto this blank page
as I try to make
some sense
of it all.
And the pen stops
halfway through
a thought
as it's interrupted
by life.

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-11-11

Written for "Drips of Ink
Featuring the Art of Kismet."

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/542909931

Thanks always for your visits and comments.

And thank you, Kismet,
for sharing your talent with us.

I'm looking forward to reading all
the pieces inspired by Kismet's art.

~barb~

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WHAT DO THE GROWNUPS KNOW?

My dad used to say
way back then,
back in the 50's
when I would watch him
each day
simply shaking his head
and wondering why
anyone would listen
to the music I played
on the radio and
on those 45's and lp's.
"Elvis and the likes of him,"
he would say,
"they'd never last
if it were up to him".
And the grownups said,
"They won't endure,"
"Not Elvis,
not the Beatles,
and most definitely
not Rap."

And just a few years later
I heard my dad's words
coming back to me
and out of my own mouth
as the music of the 80's
blared on the TV
and I shook my head
and said (to myself),
"That music won't last,
if it's up to me."
But what did I know?
I didn't have a clue,
for it looks to me like
the grownups were
wrong just this one time,
and rap and the rock
and that music that grew
out of an 80's point of view,
has lasted and endured
until this day,
and not looking like
it's going to go away.

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-11-11

Written for CPC "Wonderful Wednesdays/
Music of the 80's."

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/35690/35690/

Always such fun.

Thanks always for your visits and comments.

~barb~

Tags: BarbaraK CPC Music

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MAKING WAY ONCE MORE

Ducklings everywhere I look,
on the sidewalks
and on the stairs,
crossing streams



and paddling about,
climbing banks
and climbing rocks.




Ducklings, ducklings
EVERYWHERE
just like I saw them on
the pages of one
of my very favorite books.



And when they grow up
they'll take flight,
trying out their wings
and flying away,
testing the waters
and testing the air.





But when the flowers
begin to bloom
they'll land back here
and I'll see them again



with a new batch of ducklings
everywhere as I smile,
making way for the ducklings
following Mama everywhere



in the Spring.

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-11-11

Written for "Drips of Ink/Favorite Authors."

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/542901476

Robert McCloskey
(September 14, 1914 – June 30, 2003)
is an American author and artist
and inventor of wonderfully imaginative things
whose stories have delighted children and adults alike
for decades. He was born in Hamilton, Ohio where
the Robert McCloskey Museum is an absolute treasure
and many of his stories are set in New England
which reminded him of his home in Ohio.
He was living in Main when he died.

Wikipedia is a good starting point
for bibliography and background.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_McCloskey

One of my favorite Robert McCloskey anthologies:




I'm glad to be able to share one of
my very favorite authors from my "list"
of so many favorite authors.

Thanks always for your visits and comments.

~barb~

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