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TOWARD TOMORROW

Standing upon the brink
of a future beyond
what I can't even
begin to imagine,
the morning fills my heart
with love, laughter, and song,
the music sweeter with time's passing,
the melody delicate though strong
as rejoicing within the breezes
of early morning,
my spirits lifted
as they have begun
to falter;
my dreams rekindled
as I look forward to dancing
across the stage of today
with no regrets,
no second thoughts,
no looking back.

And with the dawn
I can now see a new day,
a new life,
tomorrow's light,
stepping away from what was
and into the bright light
of what will be.

(c) barbara kausteklis 5-26-11
Written for Drips of Ink/Nature "Great Outdoors."

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/542750205

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments.

~barb~

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I share this here for the "fun" it was to try to use the word "logorrhea" in a sentence.  Still chuckling about that as one of the already-challenging "prompts" . . . . I'm always glad to be able to share a smile or a chuckle with you.  ~barb~

Blogophilia 9.4 Topic: "Lost Paradise"

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): use the word logorrhea in a sentence

(Easy, 1pt): include a carousel horse

Final date to post:

May 3rd, 2011 GMT midnight

Final date to post ALL GUESSES:

April 30th, 2011 GMT midnight

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CAROUSEL DREAMING

Around
and around
and around
we spin,
our carousel horses
painted in colors so bright
as they transport us away
on this springtime afternoon
to a place that we dream of
when the time is just right.
It doesn't take too long
to get from here to there
where we can spend some time
seeing the world through
children's eyes once again.
And while we're still there
we can recapture them still,
those feelings of joy
we had when we were kids,
before life interfered
and got in the way,
obscuring our view
of the life that we knew,
before logorrhea became
the norm of the day,
replacing clarity of speech
with verbose obscurity,
as the meanings of things
once clearly understood
became lost in the words,
never more to be found.

And as we return to reality's door,
our carousel dream
having come to an end,
we step back into our life
as it was when we left,
but bringing back just a bit
of the paradise
that we thought
we had lost.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-25-11

GUESSES

Topic

Sharonlee


Photo

Anita B


Phrases




Brownie Rabbit
Brownie Bunny
Black Box
Cute as a Bunny
A Kodak Moment
Funny Bunny


Definition of Logorrhea

log·or·rhea

noun ..ˌlȯ-gə-ˈrē-ə, ˌlä-..

Definition of LOGORRHEA

: excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness

— log·or·rhe·ic ..-ˈrē-ik.. adjective


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Written for Blogophilia 9.4 "Lost Paradise."


Thanks always for your visits and precious comments.
These are always such a fun challenge.

~barb~

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ON THE TABLE

Bringing to the table
as much as I can see,
sharing the world
that I see around me,
the sights and the sounds
that have altered my mood;
that have brought me some peace
that have smoothed the rough edges
of my heart and my soul.

And within the purview
of all that I see,
the mountains,
the deserts,
the sky
and the trees.
And occasionally there
though often buried deep within,
inside where very few can see
or are even allowed in,
what resides within my heart
touched so often
by the words that I read,
the things that I see,
the world around me.

And a sense of calm
infuses my heart
as each morning begins
and I welcome the day.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-25-11

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IN QUIET WHISPERS

I hear it all around me,
sometimes so subtle
and quiet that I miss it
if I'm not listening carefully,
that tender sound of love
that isn't always apparent
unless I stop for a moment,
to that language of love
so very often spoken
in quiet whispers.


But I hear it in the sweet songs
of the birds that have finally
returned to my garden
after their winter holidays;
I hear it as the snow melts
and winter finally
begins to release its grip
on our hearts so ready
for the warmth of spring.
And I hear it in the joyful
sounds of families
enjoying time together
as the gray clouds depart
and give way to the blue skies
and sunshine of a spring afternoon.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-23-11

Written for LWHP II "Mad Tea Party/Love."

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EVENING PEACEFUL

I come to this place
seeking peace in my soul.
And as the sun's final rays
caress the mountaintops,
bidding farewell to the day,
the whispering breezes
of evening's muted light
work sweet magic
upon my weary heart,
breathing new life
and renewed peace
into what often lays dormant
under the bright light of day.
And for a few moments
I hear the song of the nightingale
from the tallest tree
as I sense the rustling
of the leaves beneath my feet.
And I can almost hear
the moon rising up
from behind the mountains
as the sweet melodies of evening
begin to bring peace to my heart.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-22-11

Written for Legacy Writers II "Byways."

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments here and over at "Byways".  And such gorgeous pieces posted in the "Byways" Forum.  Thanks so much for sharing your hearts and your words there as well.

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This is posted over at the Legacy Writers II "Friday Byways" Group and is open now.  It will be there through next Thursday.  I hope you'll stop over and visit when you get a chance.  Thanks always for your comments here and for visiting and participating over there.  Always such gorgeous pieces posted in the group forum.

 Thank you for that.  

~barb~

 

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FRIDAY BYWAYS WITH BARBARA K
ALONG A PEACEFUL BYWAY OF SPRING

BYWAYS #21 -- (Posted 4-21-11)

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Welcome to "Byways" this week as we take a little breather from the stresses of tax time and so many of the other rather unsettling things we can't help but see on the news every day.

Spring has certainly sprung in a lot of ways this week with more topsy-turvy weather. As much as I enjoy the Spring, it seems that the weather can always keep us a bit on edge.

One of the places I love to go to find a bit of peace and quiet is the pond -- any pond.

I always manage to find a place there to sit





and just watch what's happening and clear my mind for a bit.






For me there's almost nothing like watching the ducks paddling about





and the turtles sunning themselves on the nearest log





and my favorite night heron catching a tasty snack





and finding a zen garden and contemplating the lilies.




There is always so much to see
when I really set my mind to looking
and what I see makes me forget,
at least for a little bit,
some of the other things
that manage to preoccupy me.





And many have expressed it so eloquently:


"All my work is much more peaceful than I am."

~Maya Lin~

"If in our daily life we can smile, if we can be peaceful and happy, not only we, but everyone will profit from it. This is the most basic kind of peace work."

~Nhat Hanh~

"You cannot find peace by avoiding life."

~Virginia Woolf~

"Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal."

~Dr. Martin Luther King~

"Maybe we should develop a crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air, explode softly and send thousands, millions of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth boxes of crayolas and we wouldn't go cheap either, not little boxes of eight. boxes of sixty-four, with sharpener built right in, with silver and gold and copper,magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination."

~Robert Fulghum~

"We do not inherit the earth from our fathers. We borrow it from our children."

~David Bower~

"Peace is a gift. It is a gift we give to ourselves. And then to each other."

~Richard Goode~

"We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, We make our world."

~Buddha~

..

I hope you will come back and share with us
some of the things that bring
a sense of peace into your life.


I always look forward to spending
this time here with you
and to what you will share with us.

Link to "Friday Byways" . . . .

Friday Byways With Barbara K

"Mad Tea Party/Love"

and Sonnet's Saturday Sounds/

Earth & Sky and Open Mic"

are also open.

~Barb~

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AMID THE THORNS OF SPRING

Amid these beds of thorns,
too dangerous to hold,



explosions of color
so very bright and bold;
such a treat for my senses
if only for a short time;



delightful distractions
with each and every step
through this garden of springtime
where I never quite know
exactly what I'll find
as I walk along this path.

But one thing I do know
as I wander through
these gardens each day,
whatever I see there
will be a delight in every way.




(c) barbara kausteklis 4-21-11

Thanks always for your visits
and precious comments.

Wishing you a most peaceful day

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THOUGHTS FROM AN EMPTY PAGE

Standing upon the edge of today
and looking forward
toward tomorrow's light,
I sometimes struggle
to find the words to express
exactly what I want to say,
to find my voice,
to get it just right.
So I look at this page
in front of me,
so empty of words
as it reflects back to me,
so blank and so big.
And in the darkness of morning
before the sun has
even had a chance to shine
and before the birds have
begun their sweet symphony of song,
I begin to hear them,
to feel their embrace,
as the words begin to dance
across pages of yesterday and beyond,
the words that I've read,
the ones that I've heard,
words of faith that comfort my soul;
words of hope that caress my emotions;
words of joy that put a smile on my face.
And finally my own words
begin to come to me,
a faint tapping at first
upon the windows of my heart,
as I begin to find them
in what the day will be,
the possibilities,
the choices,
the paths ahead;
and I find them in the garden,
the flowers of spring,
the butterflies as they dance;
and I find them in the skies,
the birds soaring so high,
the sun as it greets my day
and in the way it says good night;
in the moon taking me with her
from sunset to tomorrow's light.
And the words that I struggled
so very hard to find
have found their way
to my heart and
to an empty page
without much help from me.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-20-11

Written for Flexwriters Creative Network
"Wednesday's Muse/Where Does Poetry Live?"

http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net/forum/topic/291/page/1#3409

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments!

Greetings and Good Morning 

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