"Psyche's Dream" by Josephine Wall

Night's Painted Canvas

On the painted canvas of night

my dreams like twinkling stars, they dance.

I try to catch them in their flight.

And leaving nothing up to chance

across the pages of my heart

my dreams like twinkling stars, they dance.

At twilight where my dream do start,

between the night and end of day

across the pages of my heart.

Their muted glow lighting my way

as stepping back they're clear to me

between the night and end of day.

So clearly I can't help but see,

I grasp them in my outstretched hands

as stepping back they're clear to me.

And giving in to night's demands

on the painted canvas of night,

I grasp them in my outstretched hands;

I try to catch them in their flight.

(c) bak 10-22-10

barbara kausteklis

Legacy Writers II "Just Tuesdays . . . . "

~justtuesdays~ with ~justjudi~ ( Public Group )

Thanks so much for your comments here and on "Byways"

and for visiting and participating in each one of the eight

Legacy Writers II Groups.

Link to all of them.  

Legacy Writers of Harmony Pub II

~Barb~

A Terzanelle 

The form:

A first a

B first b

A second a

B second b

C first c

B repeat first b

C second c

D first D

C repeat first c

D second d

E first e

D repeat first d

E second e

F first f

E repeat first e

F second f

A repeat first a

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Blogophilia 3.4 Topic: "Traveling Man"

BONUS POINTS:

(Hard, 2pts): include the 'web' (as in world wide web)

(Easy, 1pt): mention Brussells

Final date to post:

March 22nd, 2011 GMT midnight

Final date to post ALL GUESSES:

March 19th, 2011 GMT midnight

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HE REALLY GETS AROUND

He's a traveling man,
and he really gets around,
traveling hither and thither
and all around town.
He's awake every morning
at the crack of dawn
making plans,
checking them twice,
and the maps
and the fares,
he's a traveling man
and always on the go
and tied to his computer,
the Net his very best friend
besides his travel agent
who makes sure he
gets there and when.
To Paris, to Brussells
and then on to Rome;
to the far reaches of the Andes
and Africa and Nome.
There's simply no end
to the travels of this man;
he'll get there eventually
any way he can,
for he's the most creative
traveler I know --
he's a traveling man.

(c) bak 3-14-11
barbara kausteklis

PROMPTS

Theme

slj

Image

Niki Roks

Guesses





Nike Spikey
Nike Spikes
Fab Footwear
Neat Sneaks
On the go
Swoosh
high heeled
Sweet Sneaks
High Fashion
High Heels
Well heeled

Written for Blogophilia 3.4.

http://www.myspace.com/blogophilia/blog/542385516

Thanks so much for visiting and commenting.

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This week's BFF #90 "Inspiration"



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AT RAINBOW'S END

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TOWARD TRANQUIL

I come to this place
trying to shake off a mood
that has come knocking,
uninvited,
unwanted
as I hear the tumult
of rather unsettling
and fragmented
thoughts seeking
the attention that
I so rarely give them.

And at the far edge
of a spring afternoon
I pick up a pen and
the journal that is now
my constant companion
and I begin to jot down words,
closing my eyes as I try
to redirect my thoughts
to other things,
to other places,
to other sounds,
mountains,
sunsets,
sunrises,
butterflies,
rainbows.
And the mood
begins to fade
as I open my eyes
to the scene in front of me,
the ducks gliding
ever so silently
across the tranquil canvas
of late afternoon
stopping to rest
before continuing
on their way.
And within the serenity
of this place peace
begins to return once again
to my heart as the mood
that brought me here
is already a fading memory
of an afternoon
as the uninvited callers
turn away and leave
as for now,
within this small corner
of my world
peace envelops
my heart and my soul.



(c) bak 3-13-11
barbara kausteklis

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


Thanks always for visiting and commenting

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PASTEL BRIGHT

Pastel colors,

vivid and bright,

sidewalk art,

such a delight.

Chalk dust flying 

everywhere,

so much fun

in the summer sun.

The world is my slate,

as happy as can be,

each line representing

how it is to be me.

(c) bak 3-12-11

barbara kausteklis

Written for Legacy Writers II

"Sunny Sunday/Chalk"

Sunny Sunday with Spirit Free 

and incorporating the following words --

chalk, art, pastel, slate, dust, line, sidewalk.

Link to all the Legacy Writer Groups:

Legacy Writers of Harmony Pub II (8 groups)

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TIMEKEEPERS ALL

The watchers of clocks,
they go 'round and around
with the watchers of clocks
and the clocks that they watch,
as counting each minute and hour
as they watch the hands of the clocks,
they watch them each one.

The watchers of clocks
keep such precise time,
as watching the clock
is so very prime
and the thing that they do
and their favorite pasttime
as they spin 'round and 'round
with the hands of the clock
at such dizzying speeds
as faster and faster they go,
the hands of the clock
spinning them around,
as watching the clock
the watchers of clocks
still go 'round and 'round,
timekeepers all
from dawn to setting sun.

(c) bak 3-13-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for CPC "A Simple Sunday"
today featuring the art
of Sharonlee.

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/542367783

Congratulations, Sharonlee,
on being featured and thanks so much
for sharing your art and your poetry
and your heart with all of us.

~barb~

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CHALKDUST

Chalkdust flying in the summer sun,

back in the days when we were young,

freckle-faced and sunburned,

not a care in the world,

sunshined artists and out of school,

drawing to our hearts' content,

upon sidewalk canvases

and following no rules.

We only drew what we felt;

we drew what we saw,

the shapes and the colors,

a rainbowed palette all.

And every inch of those sidewalks,

we filled them completely up

with our drawings,

our smiles,

our laughter

and our fun.

And when we were through

with our art for the day,

we dusted ourselves off

and put our chalk away.

And if we were lucky,

and the rain didn't fall

and wash away all,

we came back in the morning

to admire what we'd done,

and cheer and clap for our artistry

and find a new sidewalk canvas

that we could adorn

with our chalk drawings 

in the sunshine

until another day was done.

(c) bak 3-12-11

barbara kausteklis

Written for Legacy Writers II

"Sunny Sunday/Chalk."

Sunny Sunday with Spirit Free 

Inviting All to visit, join and participate in each one of the eight

Legacy Writers II groups.  The link to all.

Please remember to join each one individually.

Legacy Writers of Harmony Pub II (8 groups)

Thanks always for your visits and precious comments 

on my blog here and over on Legacy Writers II "Byways".

~barb~

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Frozen in Time

Moonlight magic frozen in time

Midnight sounds on the old church chime.

A speck of dust this life of ours

Things to ponder under the stars.

And we have always known life thus

Quietly sneaking up on us.

Divined again in these small hours

Things to ponder under the stars.

Every thought these beams they hold

as the night begins to grow cold.

And we forget our past life's scars

Things to ponder under the stars.

Moonlight magic frozen in time

Things to ponder under the stars.

(c) barbara kausteklis 6-21-09

A kyrielle sonnet shared with

LWHP II "Sonnet's Saturday Sound."

Sonnet's Saturday Sound

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