Upon Wings of Silver

(Honoring the Pioneer Women of Flight)

Across a canvas of blue,
their dreams of flight
upon wings of silver,
imaginations soaring
with the eagles
and birds of the sea,
as dreaming of the day
when they would fly,
wings gleaming in the sun,
their heads held high.
And ignoring the warnings
they looked straight ahead
and flew into tomorrow's light.
They paved the way
for future flight
and a brighter day
for all who dream
dreams big and small
that children dream
in a world where
the imagination soars
and wings take flight
through Future's door
and all things are possible
now and forever more.

(c) bak 11-16-10
barbara kausteklis

Written for "Famous Women In History ~

Cheryl's Pals Poetic Play House

The following link will take you there:

https://myboomerplace.com/public/blog/view/id_11023

Tags: Poetry Aviation Women CPC Flight

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Rendezvous

We rendezvous silently,
my words and me,
as they tiptoe silently
into my dreams of day
and nighttime sojourns
into midnight black velvet
and moonbeams,
angels' wings and
starshine illuminations.
Rapping on the window
of my imagination,
I can't help but notice
their persistence
as they take my hand
and captivate my heart.
And in moments
of delight
and tears
and joy
and sadness
and excitement
and poignant release
we dance into the night
and skip lightly into the day,
welcoming the dawn
and the painted canvas
of morning's first light.

My heart rejoices
and skips a beat
as the words
dance across
an empty stage
as I watch them
from the wings,
in breathless anticipation
awaiting the encore.

© bak 11-14-10
Barbara kausteklis

Written for Flexwriters

"Monday Madness"

on MySpace.

The following link will take you to "Monday Madness":

http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewcustom&friendId=290319804&blogId=540658247

Tags: Poetry Writing Words

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Renewed

Each morning as
I step into the day,
I look around me
and I can't help but say
how thankful I am
for new beginnings,
each day a chance
to begin anew,
to start all over,
to get it just right.

And thankful I am
for those whose eyes
see beyond the surface,
who take the time
to stop for a moment,
to get to know some
of what there is
inside of me.

And thankful I am
for those whose hands
reach out to me
to lend a hand,
to wave hello,
and show me
that they see me,
that they understand.

And thankful I am
for the showers of Spring,
as Nature sings
her beautiful song,
renewed and refreshed,
new beginnings once more.

(c) bak 11-13-10
barbara kausteklis

Written for CPC "A Simple Sunday"
Featuring the Art of Solstice Paradigm.

Tags: Poetry Thankful Renewal Spring Nature Friends

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Words Taking Flight

I took a piece of paper
very plain and very white,
no words written upon it
as I placed it in front of me.
I began to think about many things
not the least of which
what you meant to me.
And I picked up my pen,
a simple one, and began
to write some words.
They flowed onto the paper
almost magically,
words coming from
within my heart.

They came from somewhere
deep inside and they said
how much I cared
and what you really
meant to me.
The words kept
flowing from my pen;
I had trouble stopping there,
but ended it with a seal
and a kiss and
put the pen away.

I folded the paper
carefully,
each corner,
each side
just right.
And I took my
paper airplane
to the beach
with me that day.
And I watched the waves
and the seabird's flight
and thought I heard
your voice as it called
to me from somewhere
far away.

So I took my paper airplane,
words written upon it just so
and corners folded so very right
so it would immediately take to flight.
And I sent my paper airplane
with my thoughts written
with so much care,
I sent it on its way to you
with a kiss and a little prayer.

(c) bak 11-13-10
barbara kausteklis

Tags: Poetry Love Paper Airplanes

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Toward the Spring

Summer has slipped quietly
into autumn garb,
gold and crimson
in the sun
of an afternoon
grown shorter
as shadows lengthen
toward evening's
subtle glow
and daylight
begins to fade,
Day preparing
her royal velvet gown
for the evening waltz
toward morning's light.

And once more
Summer has slipped
through my grasp
without my notice
of her silent exit.
No fanfare,
no fireworks
no herald trumpets
as Autumn quietly
assumes her throne,
adorned in robes
of crimson and gold,
royalty's splendor.

And with the approach
of Winter's crystalline dance,
I look forward to the time when,
awakened from sweet slumber,
my heart and soul,
once again refreshed
through the hope
and promise
of all new things,
are born again
and  renewed
once more
in the Spring.

(c) bak 11-11-10
barbara kausteklis

Tags: Poetry Photography Nature Autumn Spring

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The Sweetest Tune

It was tucked away
in the corner
of the closet
where it had rested
for so many years.
But that old violin
was wrapped with care
with a loving touch
though left alone
in the corner
of the closet,
unplayed though
never forgotten.

And every once in a while
she would see it there
sitting in the corner
of the closet where
after so many years
of sitting there,
it began to take on
a life of its own
once again as
she recalled
that very first day
she brought it home
in that felt-lined case,
so proud she was
of what she had done.
 
And she would
practice and practice,
trying to get it just right,
that sound that became
so familiar to her ears.
Until finally one day,
she put it away,
wrapped it up
and put it there
in the corner of
the closet until
there came a time
when she spied it there
and took it out of the case
tightened the strings
and played a note or two,
and remembered once more
what fun it had been
to play upon that old violin.

And with each note
she played on that day
more memories until
she vowed never to put
that violin away
in a corner of the closet
but to keep it where
every day she picks it up
and plays a tune or two
(and on most days many more).

And now every day
that violin sings a melody,
though not always
exactly in tune,
but a sweet tune
nonetheless
and one that she loves
as it sings to her soul
and comes from her heart.

(c) bak 11-11-10
barbara kausteklis

Tags: Poetry Photography Music Violin Fiddle

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Twilight's Glow

Awaiting twilight's glow,
as the sun balances
on the edge of day
and dances one last time,
slowly dipping below
the horizon on the way
to morning's first light
and a new day.

I can only watch
in complete silence,
speechless as
I give thanks for today
and join in this magical dance
toward tomorrow
and a new day,

twilight's glow soothing
my restless heart
and caressing
the rough edges
of my soul.

(c) bak 11-5-10

Tags: Poetry Photography Peaceful Nature Sunset Twilight

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Autumn in Motion

Leaves crimson and gold
floating on a breath of wind
to rest on the ground.

Sunflowers golden
dancing in the autumn fields
swaying with the breeze.

Autumn apples blush
ripening under the sun
of an afternoon.

Anticipating
the very first flake of snow
I simply must smile.

Autumn tiptoes out
as winter makes an entrance,
crystalline and white.

bak 11-4-10
barbara kausteklis

Tags: autumn nature poetry haiku

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