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JUST BRIEFLY
I stop here for just a moment,
absorbing the wonders
that I see,
that I hear . . . .
the breeze whispering
through the reeds,
the sweet birdsongs,
a glimpse of tranquility
where I can once again
find a bit of myself,
this place where I can stop
for a moment as I inhale
the fragrance of peaceful
that manages to soothe
the frayed edges of emotions
worn down by the day.
For from this place where I sit,
I, for a brief time,
witness the glistening transparencies
that occasionally alight
on the tips of the cattails
to share their serene dance
with my heart and soul.
From this place I join in
the butterflies' magical waltz
as they glide back and forth,
sharing their magic with me.
And from this place,
if only for a few moments,
I delight in the intoxicating
fragrance of lavendar
as the honeybees relish
its sweet nectar.
I have come here
to this place seeking
peace in my soul.
And I find it here
and share it when I can.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-31-11
Written for "Drips of Ink/The Great Outdoors - Benches."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543106341
Thanks always for your visits and comments
on this piece and previous pieces posted.
I always enjoy finding yoursand I do have a lot of them to catch up with.
Thanks for finding mine.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Drips
FOUND RIGHT WHERE I AM
Awakening every morning
as the dawn streams
through the window of my day,
I'm left anticipating what lies ahead
as I search for a bit of peace and joy,
a measure of tranquility.
And searching for the rainbows
and the elusive pots of gold,
I open the door and look around
for what I've been searching for.
And I find it
without too much trouble,
without having to go too far,
what I've been looking for.
I find peace in the reflections
I see within the tranquil pond
as I view them from the edge.
I find rainbows in the gardens,
vibrant splashes of colors all.
I find warmth within the sunshine
of this blue-sky breezy day;
and I find some happiness
that I've been looking for
as new life brings a smile
to my face and my heart
as I watch them
just being who they are.
So my search will be continued
tomorrow and beyond,
for the peace that I've found today
will be right here tomorrow
or wherever I happen to be.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-30-11
Written for CPC "Magic Monday/The Magic of Searching."
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/39613/magic-searching-w-jt-mary/
Thanks always for your visits and comments, here and at Legacy Writers Byways (Part 2). If you haven't yet had a chance to visit our new Part 2 home there (as we simply outgrew Part 1), please do stop by and join us and each one of the Legacy Writers Groups.
Byways With Barbara K (Part 2)
And also link to Sonnet's Sound:
Sonnets Sound Part Two
and Mad Tea Party:
Mad Tea Party
~barb~
Tags: BarbarK Poetry Photography CPC
FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE
Summer dreams remembered
within the early-morning mist,
imagination's wanderings
as I linger here for just a while
the ocean speaks to me
in so many magical ways
as I stop here
for just a moment or two
to listen to its voice,
recalling the treasured times
spent in this place we've been
so many times before,
where the sand meets
the waves and the wind.
And as I gather them together,
memories cherished all,
I tuck them away for safekeeping
until the next time we meet here
where the waves and the winds
converge within my heart
and transport me once more
to those dreams found
where the summer mist
meets the waves
and the winds
and the sand,
and I hear their song again.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-29-11
Written for CPC "A Simple Sunday" yesterday
featuring the art of Jon Bowman aka A-Rhodi.
http://www.friendburst.com/blog/39331/simple-sunday-featuring-art-a-rhodi/
Thanks always for your visits and comments
on this piece and the others previously posted.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry
LOST WITHIN THE PAGES
I'm lost once again,
and happily,
I must say,
within these pages
of my favorite book
where I'm more than a actor
memorizing lines for the stage,
but rather one of the characters
within each well-worn page
of the favorite books
that line the shelves
and take me to new places
each and every day.
I meet them over coffee
as the day has just begun,
and we tell each other secrets
that we wouldn't tell anyone.
confiding with each other
our very deepest thoughts ,
sharing memories
and treasured words
as we laugh and cry a lot.
And when the hour
grows so late,
my eyes beginning to close,
the moon streaming
into my window at night
and the stars beginning
to twinkle and shine,
I put the book down
right next to my pillow,
And somewhere between
awake and asleep,
my reading put aside,
I dream sweet dreams
of places far and wide,
where I've been
through the words
that have captured
my thoughts and my dreams,
taking me to places
I might never have been
had I not been reading
these words yesterday
until once again
I meet my friends
within the covers of
my favorite book again
as we welcome each other
to this brand new day
and continue the adventures
that we shared within these pages
just yesterday.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-28-11
Written for Drips of Ink
"Sunday Inspiration/Books."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543084758
Thanks always for your visits and comments.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Drips
  
ENYA MAGIC
Reaching deep into my heart
to the very depths of my soul,
piano tones rich and full,
ethereal voices elevating me,
transporting me away
to where I'd most like to be,
to places transcendent
within the soothing mist
where for a time
I can simply close my eyes
and allow the melodies to flow,
bathing my spirit,
awash in the glow,
as they soothe every space
and enveloping all that is me.
And as they draw me in
and take my hand,
poetic words,
lyrical and free,
touch feelings deep inside,
drawing them out
and setting them free,
as lifted up through them,
my spirit soars once again
as I travel with them
to magical places once more,
to the sea,
to the forest,
to the mountains,
and beyond where I can see,
as Enya's Magic
has lifted me.
(c) barbara kausteklis
Written for Drips of Ink "Saturday Music/Enya."http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543077217Thanks always for your visits and comments
and wishing you a peaceful weekend.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Drips Music
SHARING FRIENDSHIP'S CUP
Sitting around the campfire
so many years ago
and listening to the stories told,
flames leaping into the moonless night,
the scary tales,
we loved them so,
as huddling together
we were left gasping in fear.
And within the magic
of the campfire,
the flickering of the flames,
the crackling,
the hissing,
the sparkling
within the trance of night,
we lingered there
upon every word,
scared completely
half to death,
but captivated
as the stories unfolded
and felt the forest ghosts,
so certain we were
that they lived there.
And as the stories
came to an end
and the flames
extinguished
into the night,
to this day,
I'm left recalling the words
and bonds we forged
while sitting around
the campfire,
as we listened to stories
and shared friendship's cup
long into the night.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-26-11
Written for "Drips of Ink/
Blast From the Past - Old Cookware."
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543062298
Thanks always for your visits and precious comments
and for sharing your cup of friendship with me.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Drips
REMEMBERING AT PUNCHBOWL National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific Toward the end of a day that was definitely all about me, doing what I pleased, when I wanted to do it, no one telling me what to do, and simply free to be me, I stood on the far side of today and on the edge of tomorrow and looking back upon the yesterdays in row upon row upon row upon row of tiny flags waving wildly in the paradise breezes of a late afternoon. In sobering silence I could only watch those flags and remember that those buried here were fathers and mothers and brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and grandparents and dear friends and loved ones. They were just like me. And I could have easily been one of them. And as I stood in the middle of a crater out in the Pacific, it occured to me how much power that sacred ground holds and how fitting that it be a resting place for those powerful men and women who gave their lives so that I could have the freedoms so often taken for granted, as I take them for granted no more. (c) barbara kausteklis 5-31-10; rev. 5-26-11
Thanks always for your visits and precious comments and wishing All a safe and healthy Memorial Day Weekend.
New "Byways (Part 2)" theme is posted in the Legacy Writers Groups and runs through next Thursday. Welcoming your visits.
Byways With Barbara K (Part 2)
And we are all blessed by the pieces posted there.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Byways
Sharing a Blogophilia smile . . . .
Blogophilia 13.4 Topic: "Musical Memories"Bonus Points:(Hard, 2pts): include a riddle and re-gifting(Easy, 1pt): mention Michael Jackson's "Thriller"Final date to post: May 31st, 2011 GMT midnightFinal date to post ALL GUESSES: May 28th, 2011 GMT midnightPlease highlight or otherwise point out your bonus points attempts. Don't forget to guess who picked the topic and the bonus picture as well as guessing the secret word or phrase for a chance at more points.
PASSING THEM FORWARD
Dancing with the wind,
wispy clouds in the sky,
they still make me laugh
and they still make me cry,
the melodies that carry me
to places within,
musical memories
long ago but not forgotten,
still soothing to my heart,
the gentle waves that whispered
the sweetest morning song
when we were young,
so long very ago,
those dreams,
those moments
captured in the notes
that I still recognize today
in the music I hear still,
glimpses of the old
re-gifted with the new,
the classics of woven within
Michael Jackson's "Thriller"
and even newer melodies of today,
the old with the new
finding a way to my heart once again,
alive and vibrant still,
whatever the form,
the music of my heart,
as taking on a life of their own,
no longer vague and fleeting,
our thoughts,
our emotions,
from so deep within
but becoming musical memories
as re-gifted once again
as we forever pass them on
from one generation
to the next and beyond.
And if you ask me,
"What musical instrument
doesn't tell the truth,"
the answer would not be me.
For I do speak the truth
in this musical way.
Not a Lyre am I
for I say it is so,
musical memories
happily made for tomorrow
and cherished always
and kept close to my heart,
passing them forward
and passing them on.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-23-11
MUSICAL RIDDLE
What musical instrument doesn't tell the truth? A lyre.
GUESSES
TOPIC
Bobbie the Musical
IMAGE
Christopher/AGE
PHRASES
Peter Piper
Peter Pan
Dark Shadows
Twilight Time
Christopher's Clarinet
Playing a solo
Clarinet Solo
The Pied Piper
Black-and-white
Playing Taps
Blowing in the wind
Playing after dark
Outside after dark
Playing in the dark
Black on white
Written for Blogophilia 13.4 "Musical Memories."
http://www.myspace.com/blogophilia/blog/543034797
It's always such fun to try these.
Thanks for sharing a Blogophilia smile with me
and thanks always for your visits and comments
on this and the previous blogs posted.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Blogophilia
WITHIN THE POWER OF DARK INK
Every great once in a while,
and only when the time is right,
and my attitude toward
what's real and what's not
safely intact and unwavering,
(reality and fantasy
often so very blurred
within fictional words,
characters and events
as they are),
I'll venture very carefully
and slowly across that line,
finely drawn but so clear
within my own mind,
to that other side
where the light seldom shines,
where darkness lurks
within the passageways
of imagination's journey
and around every corner,
often so twisted and broken
and so powerfully unkind.
And within those pages,
those words and those scenes,
on the edge of myself,
one by one as I read,
I'm reminded once again
of the power of the pen,
to elicit emotions,
feelings buried so deep
and far away;
and remembering why
most of the time I do choose
not to venture into that world
of the dark and bizarre,
nightmarish tales best left alone
by my imagination which
doesn't need any help
to be woken up at night
with nightmares and dreams
of darkness and pain.
And all of that having been said,
Stephen King is certainly
one of the masters of the dark
and my words here a testimony
to the eloquent power of his pen.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-25-11
Written for "Drips of Ink/Favorite Authors - Stephen King".
http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543042659
Thanks always for your visits and comments
and for finding my pieces here as well
as those of all your Friends
who are posting blogs here and elsewhere.
Comments and visits go such a long way
in encouraging all who post their words
to share with their friends.
Thanks so much for yours.
~barb~
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Drips Photography
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