"Daybreak" by Maxfield Parrish (1922)


AS THE SILENCE IS BROKEN

Slowly opening my eyes
to her peaceful song,
the first light of morning
gently awakens my senses,
welcoming me to the day.
Dawn's muted whisper
begins to break the silence
of darkness as Night fades,
new life refreshing
my heart and my soul
with the new Day.

And as I open my eyes,
the magic of the sunrise
unfolds along the eastern
edge of the horizon
where Day meets Night,
in a symphony of crimson
and gold painted boldly
across the canvas of morning.
And within one eloquent moment,
the sun emerges through the darkness
and breaks the silence of the Night.

For a new day has begun.



(c) barbara kausteklis 4-19-11

Written for BFF #95/Daybreak (Blogging For Fun).

Link to the BFF #95 Inspiration
on MySpace (and this week's theme is also posted on Facebook):

http://www.myspace.com/bff4fun/blog/542691555

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments!

Wishing you a most peaceful day and week ahead.

~barb~

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"Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
You mark them twinkling out with silvery light,
And wonder how they could elude the sight!"

William Wordsworth
"Calm is the Fragrant Air" (1832)


TAKING A SECOND LOOK

As I look to the sky
both day and night,
what I find there is
such sheer delight.
And while I might not,
at first glance
notice too much,
just give me a moment
as my eyes adjust
to the lights in the sky
twinkling so bright
and so high above me.

My imagination follows them
wherever they go,
their stories and myths
so powerfully told,
in patterns sweeping
across the darkened sky,
tiny points of light
creating paintings so bold.
And as the moon ascends
toward midnight and beyond,
my dreams travel with her
toward daylight once more
when I will look to the skies
as Dawn reveals the day.

And stopping to take
a second look at dawn,
at the skies of morning
and what awaits me there.

For as the red-tailed hawks
paint sweeping patterns
across a crystal-blue morning sky,
I can only treasure the view
and give thanks for the day
this one that is set out
in front of me today.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-18-11

Written for Legacy Writers II
"Mad Tea Party/William Wordsworth"

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POINTS OF LIGHT

Streaking points of brilliance

illuminating the shadows of day

amid the dark

and dusky recesses

of imagination's open spaces,

awakening slumbering senses

searching for meaning

and direction.

And finding within

their translucent petals,

iridescent dreams,

so fragile and delicate,

awakening in the sun,

impressions lingering long after

the very first glance

that in inhaling their fragrance,

peace at once and once more

sweeps over this restless

and searching heart,

again settled and soothed

as the mist dissipates

into the first light of day,

breaking through

the silence of the morning.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-17-11

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SUNBEAM MAGICAL

Butterflies of spring
waltz among golden petals,
soaring and gliding,
weaving pastel tapestries
of silken sunbeam magic.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-16-11

A tanka (5-7-5-7-7)
written for CPC "April Showers Bring May Flowers."

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/30478/april-showers-bring-flowers/

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments.

Wishing my friends a most peaceful weekend.

~barb~

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ENJOYING THE VIEW

Each and every day

in this wonderful way

I get a chance,

(so blessed am I),

to float through the air

with all of my friends,

so high above the clouds

in quite rarified air,

where for a few moments

we get such a better view

of everything we want to see,

the good,

the bad,

the fantasies;

the hopes 

the dreams,

and reality

through words that flow

through each others' pens,

through images and music

captured in a digital way

and shared in ways impossible

not that long ago.

Such treasures I find there

before I must return

to the ground once more,

though with a much lighter step

than I was taking before,

and a smile on my face,

as I open reality's door

and step once again

back into my day.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-15-11  

Thanks always for sharing the ride

and the view with me.  

Treasures all.

~barb~ 

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LOVE SHARED

Colorful brush strokes

celebrating history,

bring the past to life.

　

　

Eloquent wisdom

engraved upon ancient stones

spoken from the heart.

Small town with big heart,

its past shared with us,

travellers just passing through.

Eloquent stories,

expressions of history

shared with the whole world.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-15-11

Written for Legacy Writers "Friday Byways/

In Celebration of Haiku and the Arts/Katikati, NZ"

Friday Byways With Barbara K

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Preview of Legacy Writers "Friday Byways #20/In Celebration of Haiku and the Arts" which I'll be posting in the Legacy Writers "Byways" Group Forum later on today.   Thanks so much for sharing your wonderful words and images with all of us.  

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But I did notice murals and sculptures and lots of public art along the main street which couldn't have been more than three blocks but which, I came to later find out, was home to more than 45 pieces of very well-known public art.

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It's always such fun to watch the little ones play their ball games on the weekend, and occasionally, as was the case yesterday, we're treated to a mid-week game as a bonus.  Always highlights of my week . . . .

BIG-LEAGUE DREAMING

Swallows criss-cross a sky-blue 

and pink canvas of evening;

little boys with big baseball dreams

swing their bats 

and run the bases,

their shadows long 

as the muted sunlight

of late afternoon 

begins to fade

into the outfield.

One by one 

swing, swing, swinging

their bats,

one by one

run, run, running

around and around

the bases,

one by one,

until their shadows

melt into the darkness.

And tonight,

as the moon rises

toward midnight,

the little boys of the sandlot 

will be dreaming big dreams 

and playing big games

where kids are always kids,

perpetual winners all.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-13-11

Written for Flexwriters Creative Network/

Stephany's Corner - "Creativity That Never Ends."

Thanks always for your visits and comments.

Wishing you a most peaceful day ahead.

~barb~

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FREEDOM'S SONG

Each morning as I peruse
my ever-growing list
of what I want to do today,
where to go,
which direction to take,
what to see,
what I want to accomplish
in these precious few hours
allotted to me each day,
I remember at once
how blessed I really am
to have the freedom
to do as I have planned,
to take whichever path
suits my fancy as I choose.
And at the same time
I must remind myself again
that I have freedoms
denied to so many
whose hopes and dreams
go unfulfilled,
their freedoms suppressed,
their days full of agony
and perpetual despair.

So as this day unfolds,
I remember to give thanks
to those who have made
and continue to make possible
the freedoms I enjoy.
And I pray for peace
and freedom for all
every day and everywhere.

(c) barbara kausteklis 4-13-11

Written for CPC "Celebration of Freedom/
Thomas Jefferson's Birthday."


Thanks always for your visits and comments.

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