Blogophilia 31.4 Topic: "What A Day!"

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): include 3 types of flowers
(Easy, 1pt): include a rhinestone

Final date to post BLOG: October 4th, 2011 GMT

Final date to post ALL GUESSES: October 2nd, 2011 GMT

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SUNSHINE SAVES THE DAY

What a day it has been
for one that began
so cold and gray;
what a day it has been,
I simply wanted it to go away
before it even started
but it simply wouldn't leave.
I was stuck with it;
it wouldn't leave
it wouldn't go away.

I didn't want to face the gray
with the sun behind the clouds;
But I stepped outside
and looked around
and decided
to give it a shot
anyway.

So I reached into the gray
for a sunny tune,
one to distract my mind
away from all the gray of the day
and hummed a happy tune.
I sang a few bars of
"Here Comes the Sun,"
and pretended it was there.
And I found some yellow irises
and some golden buttercups,
some yellow dandelions
and some yellow daisies too,
and put them in my pocket
and carried them around with me
while I hummed my happy tune.

By the time the day was over
the gray clouds had gone away,
the sun had arrived
and the clouds disappeared,
blue skies replacing the gray
whatever raindrops were left
upon the rose petals in the garden
glistened like rhinestones
in the afternoon sun.

And I was happy again;
all the sadness had faded away
thanks to the golden flowers
and the sunshine of my day.

What a Day!

(c) barbara kausteklis 9-26-11

Written for Blogophilia 31.4/"What a Day!"

http://www.myspace.com/blogophilia/blog/544389557

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and for sharing another Blogophilia
Monday smile with me.

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LISTENING

On those days
when I don't have
too much to say,
I stop for a moment
and simply listen . . . .

I listen to
the hues
and moods
of the ocean.



I listen to
the golden rays of
the sun balancing
once more upon
the far edge of the day.



I listen to
the eloquent silence
of the sunrise.



I listen to
the raindrops
falling.



I simply stop
for a moment
and listen.

(c) barbara kausteklis 9-15-11

Thanks always for visiting
and commenting.

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Having just returned from a "vacation" . . . .

ON VACATION

It's the place I visit often,
every season, every day
a place where I can wander,
a place where I can play;
where I can stroll among
the golden poppies
and fields of lavender;
where I explore the caves
so dark and deep
and scale the tallest mountains
so I can get a better view.

It's that place where I can ponder
the questions that I have
about life and love
and all manner of things
and debate them endlessly
with no one to argue back.
It's my pensive place,
my quiet place,
that place where I can think
and be myself
both night and day,
among the rainbows
and butterflies
and songbirds
as they sing.

And regardless of the season,
the vacations that I take
are so very much the same
as I seek out those places
old and new,
and a few within myself,
that provide a measure
of sweet release
to the agitations
of the day.

(c) barbara kausteklis 8-23-11

For Legacy Writers "Just Tuesdays With Just Judi/
What I Did on My Summer Vacation."

http://www.myspace.com/legacywritersofharmonypub/blog/544044184
[B... always for your visits and precious comments.

I'm glad to be back here

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WHEN THE TIME IS JUST RIGHT

Lingering within the pages
written upon my heart,
some memories rather hazy,
having begun to fade,
remote and barely whispered,
as I struggle to hear them
before they slip away,
memories of family
and friends,
events both big and small,
among the treasures
in the box of special moments
residing deep inside.

And I find myself in
that garden once again,
within a single moment
as the pendulum swings,
anticipating what lays
before me within the
long shadows
of late afternoon,
summer green giving way
to Autumn and her cloak
of crimson and gold.

And on this day
as evening begins to fall,
I look toward that place
beyond the sun
where the stars still shine,
where the moon
is full and bright.
And I listen carefully
to the evening breeze
as it sweeps across
the waves of the sea
my life transformed
childhood moments
tucked away
to re-visit someday
when the time
is just right.

(c) barbara kausteklis 9-6-11

Written for Flexwriters Creative Network "Friday Flexin: Moments In Time"

http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net/forum/topic/470/page/1#6455...

"Poetry Madness: Transformations"

http://www.flexwriterscreativenetwork.net/forum/topic/476/page/1#6572... always for all visits and comments and hoping this day

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“Basillica Assisi” by Francesco Celeghin


WITHIN

As I come once more
to this hallowed place
I’ve been to so often,
I stop and shut my eyes
for only a moment,
searching for
that sense of peace
that’s eluded me
so many times before.

And as I stop to consider
what I see in front of me,
suspended in this moment
for just the briefest time,
I catch a glimpse of tranquility
and what it means to be serene.

For within the covered walkways
and the shadows that surround,
within the stained-glass reflections;
within sweet rays of sunshine,
in bursts of fragrant light,
soothing to a restless soul,
what I thought was lost is found.

And for a brief time
my heart soars once again
before coming to rest
where I find myself
at one with what I see.

And for just a moment
time is suspended
and I have once more
found the peace
that for so long
eluded me.

(c) barbara kausteklis 9-4-11

Written for CPC "A Simple Sunday"
featuring “Basillica Assisi”
by Francesco Celeghin.

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/61139/simple-sunday-featuring-basilli... so much for your visits
and precious comments.

Hoping this Labor Day is a peaceful and restful one for you.

Big Hugs.

~barb~

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TOWARD THE CENTER:
Pathways to Me

Pathways of August
and summer's end
have taken me once more
to places I've already seen,
to some I've never been,
and to many I've wanted
to see once again.

They've taken me
through the Arizona desert
to the City of the Sun;
to the foot of mountain peaks
where I stood and looked up in awe;
to the far side of the rainbow
where the tranquil waters flow;
to the ocean's edge
and paradise dreams
and the daily miracles found
in the rising
and setting
of the sun.

And once again the journey,
these pathways that I find,
lead me to places high and low,
on land and sea and in the air,
all leading eventually to the center
where I find each time
a little bit more of the me
I thought I had left behind.

And the pathways of August,
through Summer's End,
lead me back home
refreshed and renewed
within the sunset's glow.

(c) barbara kausteklis 9-3-11

Thanks always for your visits
and precious comments
as I begin to try catch up
with what I've missed

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LOVE'S TAPESTRY

I can hear it still,
across the expanse
of time and space,
Love's sweet story
enduring through the years,
woven tapestries etched
upon the walls of my heart,
threads woven with care
in rainbowed colors
sprinkled with touches
of silver and gold.

And I see them clearly
in the blue-skied images
painted among the clouds
of an evening sky
and in the rain-forested mist
of a summer's afternoon.
And I see them in
the passionate reds and golds
of Love's garden,
Nature's tapestry
that quiets my restless heart
as she binds it together
to the tender strains
of love song magic,
Love's tapestry woven
into the fabric of
both our lives
and designed to weather
the storms of winter
and the heat of summer.

(c) barbara kausteklis 8-17-11

For Legacy Writers "Dreamweaver Wednesday/Love."

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DANCING THROUGH THE DARK

Through the tortured darkness
of a somber and moonless sky
love's once-sweet song
punctuating the silence
and peace of the night,
harmonies broken
and out of tune,
discord shatters the quiet;
only broken dreams
and broken hearts remain.

But rising from the ashes
of her painfully broken heart,
she dances her way once more
through the dark of night
and into the muted glow
of a suspended midnight moon
toward the peace found
within the quiet whispers
of dawn's first breath
fresh and eloquent
in those moments
between the night and day,
where the stars still shine
and last night's moon
still paints the sky,
suspended between
a prayer and a dream,
a memory that lingers
for just a little while
within those precious moments,
before the rising of the sun.


(c) barbara kausteklis 8-19-11

For FWB #4 -- "Fun With Blogging/
Light and Dark."

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