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DAWN'S INFUSION
The muted glow of morning
flows into my heart,
gently piercing the darkness
to which I've been bound,
infusing light and life,
renewal at dawn
to fragile emotions,
dried flowers in the fields
floating in the breezes
of my yesterdays.
And I treasure each moment,
the happy and sad,
as petal by petal,
my heart brought to life
once again at dawn
with the sun streaming in
as I'm bathed in its glow.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-29-11
Written for Drips of Ink/
"Thursday Photo of Lost and Found."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543421388
Thanks always for your friendship
and for your visits and precious comments.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Drips Byways
Since I've always found the CPC "Pick-Aparts"
such a fascinating challenge
and so much more difficult for me
than I ever thought they would be,
I can hardly ever resist trying a second one (this is the second one).
My Second "Pick-Apart Poem" created
from 25 words selected from
Voo's featured poem "Forgiveness."
Thanks again to Voo for sharing her talent
with us at "Pick Apart" this month.
SEEKING
Piercing like glass,
emotions stolen,
a caged prisoner
beyond crushed
I seek unbroken clarity,
a light that will free me
from this captivity
of unending solitude.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-28-11
Written for CPC "Pick-Apart Poetry"
Featuring Voo's Poem "Forgiveness".
"Pick-Apart Poetry" is created
by selecting 25 words from the posted
original piece and then creating a new piece
using only those 25 words. Words may be
repeated and tenses may be changed.
To read Voo's original piece
and pieces created from her words
and also to try one of your own,
please follow the link.
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/47858/forgiveness-voo-pick-apart-poetry-barbara-k-silver-lining-a-rhodi/
Co-hosting with Silver Lining (Cherie)
and A-Rhodi last night
and through the rest of today.
Thanks always for your visits and comments.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry CPC
All the world's a stage, and all the men
and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts,
his acts being seven ages.
~William Shakespeare ~
PLAYING THE PART THAT IS ME
Sometimes when all is quiet
and the stage lights turned down low,
I tiptoe silently,
secretly
across the stage
and imagine
I'm one of the characters
with each step I take,
playing the parts
I might never have tried
outside the theater doors
in the blinding lights
of stark reality outside.
For here in the quiet
and on this dimly lit stage
I can do what I want
and be exactly who I want to be.
I can hum my tunes
and sing my songs
and write my words
in relative obscurity,
no masquerade,
no masks at all,
simply me and who I am.
And upon this stage
I can whisper the lines,
no memorizing required
on this stage of mine,
as entering and exiting
with no regrets at all,
no looking back,
and the lines spoken
within each act,
the products of my heart,
as I exit the stage
that is today,
looking forward
to the next act and scene
beginning promptly
with the sunrise and dawn.
And I make my entrance once again
upon this stage of my life,
playing the only part I know,
the one that is myself,
the one that you see
upon this stage,
the same page I'm looking at,
and you'll know it is me
by the blush on my face,
by the tear in my eye,
by the smile lines
around my eyes
and on my face,
and by the way I laugh,
no mistaking who I am.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-28-11
Written for Drips of Ink/
"Favorite Authors - Shakespeare."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543407654
Thanks always for visits and comments.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Drips
ENGRAVED WITHIN
Within these walls
sacred mysteries unfold,
each carving engraved within,
legends and stories told
of adventures and deities,
treasures held within the stone
as I try to unlock them,
each mystery one by one.
And I stop to consider them,
these legends in stone,
as becoming one with each carving,
each paddle and each canoe,
I sail with them and the sea turtles,
the wind empowering my sails,
for I can only imagine
how it must have been
and what it was like
to be one of them,
adventures unfolding,
empowered by the waves
with the wind at my back
and sailing out to sea.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-23-11
Written for CPC "Thematic Attic/Petroglyphs."
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/46255/petroglyphs-thematic-attic-thursday-a-rhodi-diane/Thanks always for all visits and comments.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry CPC
FROM THE SHELF
In all sizes and shapes
and bright colors they emerge,
these thoughts that I have
as they flow out in words.
And I never quite know
just what form they'll take
until I see them here
and the entrance they make.
Like glass jars on a
weathered shelf,
all different as they are,
some translucent,
others transparent
glasses, bottles and jars
with splashes of color
here and there.
They might not be
bright and shiny
on the outside
as they sit here on the shelf,
but each is genuine
and has seen a lot of life
and comes from deep within.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-23-11
Written for Drips of Ink/
"Blast From the Past/Glass Bottles."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543357688
Also for LWHP II "Byways #30." This week's new theme is FLOW.
Thanks always for your visits and comments.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Byways Drips
LOST IN THE PAGES
Connecticut Yankees
and knights brave and bold,
I'm in King Arthur's Court
and in wonder of it all.
The armor, the horses,
the thrill of the fight,
castles and maidens,
a childhood delight
as I'm lost in the pages
of my imagination once more
adventuring down the Mighty Miss
with Huck and Tom and all of our friends.
Jumping frogs keep us company
as we boldly find our way,
as all we can do is laugh together
all the day as we try to keep our eyes
on the paths and the rivers in front of us,
more adventures and destinations
to find within our sights
as we travel to places
far and wide as retold
through Mark Twain's
grand adventures
as passed down to me.
Mark Twain is alive and well in my town too,
right in front of our library . . . .
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-22-11
Written for Drips of Ink/
"Favorite Authors - Mark Twain."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543341464
Thanks always for all visits and comments.
~barb~
And just one more thing . . . . New LWHP II "Byways #30" is now open. It's a bit different this time -- a word/writing challenge and the first challenge word is FLOW. Thanks so much for stopping by when you get a chance and for participating. I always treasure that "Byways" time. ~bk~ Click on link to go there . . . . https://myboomerplace.com/groups/view/id_665/title_Byways-With-Barbara-K-Part-2/
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Drips
SUMMER GOLDEN
As far as the eye can see,
flowers of golden
dance in the breeze,
displaying their magic
within muted heather
and meadows of green.
Just yesterday dark clouds
threatened their joy
and their jubilant dance;
but today vibrant and joyful
in the warmth of this summer day,
their blooms dancing again
in the breezes and sun,
as the rains have washed away
the gray of yesterday,
their blossoms opening up
once more to the warmth
of this brand new day
the sun emerging
bright and strong enough
to overpower any storm.
And I dance among them,
these flowers of golden,
inhaling their vibrant energy;
for summer has returned once more
as within this day
sweet magic flows,
the warmth and joy of summer
arriving to greet the dawn.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-22-11
Written for Jean Smith's "The Inspiration Nook" which is open on Wednesdays and Saturdays
I look forward to posting Legacy Writer's "Byways" later on today -- "Saying It Forward/A Poetry and Word Challenge" -- first word FLOW . . . . bk
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry InspirationNook Summer
FROM THE SOURCE
I've heard the voice of wisdom
as it's been passed down to me;
I've heard it through the wind
as it's rustled through the trees.
I've heard it through the ocean's waves
and whispered in the breeze.
And I've heard it from those
who knew for they have listened well
as it came to them from the source
and they have passed it down to me.
And I'd always wondered
where it came from,
this wisdom that they knew,
the wisdom that they knew so well
and passed it down to me.
So today I've come to join them,
the ones who came before,
filling my cup from the stream
so crystal clear and flowing
directly from wisdom's source
as it nourishes both mind and soul
from that celestial mountain
almost touching the sky.
And from that mountain high above,
the water flows so pure and clean,
no barriers can restrain
sweet wisdom as it flows
through the walls and confines
that man has built to keep it in.
And at the source,
all barriers broken,
I join with them and fill my cup
with the gentle rush of wisdom
flowing there across time
and generations from the source,
so I can pass it on once more
as it has been
passed down
to me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-19-11
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry CPC
JUST BEYOND THE RAIN
It's difficult to know
from one day to the next,
the canvas of the sky
changing so every day,
how things will go,
what direction they'll take,
today blue skies and sunshine,
tomorrow stormy gray;
and driving rain is on the way,
dark clouds clinging in silence
to my mountains and my mood.
And as the rain begins to fall,
I close my eyes once more
as drop
by drop
by drop
of rain
the gray that has consumed my mood
is slowly washed away,
my heart caressed
by each steady
and rhythmic drop,
a soothing balm
to the jagged edges
that have punctuated
my thoughts on this day.
And as the sun begins to shine,
the rain departing,
the clouds moving away,
I find myself once more
refreshed and renewed,
feeling like myself again
just beyond the rain.
 (c) barbara kausteklis 6-21-11
Written for Drips of Ink/
"The Great Outdoors - Rain."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543334860
Thanks so much for your visits
and precious commentsand for finding the pieces I post.
Wishing All a peaceful day
as summer finally arrives.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Drips
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