Love for Nature - personified and with spiritual perspective
At the very moment I took this picture at Herold's Bay, Eden, South Africa, a man drowned in the sea. When I looked at the photo afterwards, I could not help noticing the cross of blood created by the setting sun. Whether it is a techical aspect of photography or not, I am in awe every time I relate to nature, to life and to our Creator.
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(treading eden, towards my eternal Home)
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(challenged submission)
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I wanted to tell you
about the scarlet shrills -
I was sitting
in the garden, -
oh fragile flower
faintly painted in sorrow -
secluded flower
blooms in solitude ... at home -
Wise trees ~ rooted in darkbrown soil ~
surrender: -
Like Van Gogh
I discovered that the lilac -
oh, small wing-lamed soul!
red ladybird on its back -
Only the trees look at her
with transparent irises -
Do not be bored
by this unpolished Stone -
Woman wearing horns of deer; stone;
wood; shell; metal; bone - -
I found it under the blumgum tree -
a soft intonation of new life: -
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waxing and waning -
the rainbird does not know
i'm not a bird: -
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i am the river queen
i'd been that from my birth -
SOFT LIGHT
there is a tenderness -
a spark of Space
shuttled towards a hobbler's Home -
I love showering
under waterfalls -
sing, soul, sing
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yellow dreams
flutter -
dawn is strolling past me
within a mantilla of mist -
Seven Pebbles to Ponder
etchings of our Love -
hush, weeping humble-bee
this day is but a memory -
It was an early day in spring; I was about 5 years old.
My mother visited a friend in Mossel Bay, at that time a small seaside town, about half an hour away f -
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*butterfly blooms and lemon moons* -
if you could show me both your palms
I would not run from you again -
I will try to touch the sadness
in your eyes -
would not name your silence
by any other name but Silence ... -
early morning
and dawn knows how to probe -
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this region is harsh and tough:
all things are slaughtered here - -
good day
you passed as always -
Oh Lady Summer -
accomplished ripeness -
Oh Lady Summer -
accomplished ripeness -
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by multiplying pure with Pure
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smiling flowers gently kissing
gently smiling kissing flowers -
listen stars:
we are forever young -
how mellow
words mingle within my mouth -
I want to grow you two trees
in darkbrown soil -
a week of reluctantly
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stars - tears of the night -
black ant
speeding uphill -
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how I will sonnet life's
laughter and love -
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what a dull evening
i may start going to bed early -
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Crystal Earth ... Mud Sky
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my love
you have become a teal sky -
too frail this moment
for passion's thoughts to pass through -
"... spring is late this year ..."
says the reluctant rose
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Version One: dry sky shows its copper line I tread on paths of ironwithin the lamb alongside me there hides a hungry lion'mists of m
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butterfly set free
to be -
human hands
have built a home -
in deserts waits the seed of growth
silently in its solemn bed -
i send you a picture of my hand
to let you know I am more than name -
thoughts race and roam
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however short the moment
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Outside the night is falling -- no joyous bird at play;
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Rain, for the smile of a rose
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music may have its soul
released -
my garden is the sanctuary
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against wintry sky
wicker work of trees -
Now fall in love -- this Fall will last --
snug moments which in magic cast -
you ask to write
the colour of the wind? -
3 lines, 8 comments, on Oct 19 4:11 PM 2006. In Haiku
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spinning smiles from golden sun
summer turns -
oh terracotta pot holding sometimes the sky
in blue blooms borne on tender fingertips27 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 12 10:31 AM 2007
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whispering bells of Spring's seasonal bride
oh how they chime their flowery sound28 lines, 7 comments, on Jan 17 11:27 AM 2007
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baptize me in music
oh beloved player of paintings35 lines, 10 comments, on Jan 18 12:00 AM 2007 -
South Africa
warm in the sun -
to some things touched by strife
spring brings abundant life:15 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 15 9:06 AM 2007
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reaching into Creation
the aware soul27 lines, 18 comments, on Feb 21 10:22 PM 2007. In Ecstasy; Spiritual; Love; Nature -
He sat back, a playful yet intense gaze fixed upon her serious face.
"I want to ask you something." -
rise
to colonnades of clouds -
my heart a woodwind sound of tree / smooth and stripped from bark / singing of my love for Thee / singing wooden lark / / outside in t
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oh tantalizing time / my lover / dance me / so free of stumble / nothing to suffer / more to uncover / oh tantalizing time / my lover / oh
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there is a place calling a name so soft / with mists of may lacework against high loft / white-blue formation arabesque in flight / a place
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Oorspronklike Afrikaans / doudruppels weerkaats skadu en lig / skoenlappers flikker oor velde / sluier versluier die diep geheim / strale
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tenderly / dawn comes to me / birds' eyes beaded rosary / prayers first / sung in harmony / then suddenly / an outburst / of life's symphon
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darkness has fallen / deep is this night / twilight has broken / stars' brilliant sight / white as a whisper / eyes wide and bright / darkn
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one
from starlight shimmering on the tide -
silent
the storm of sorrow's turmoil: -
autumn
and skies aflame -
mountains have faces
frozen in frowns -
Erosie van 'n Engel
tussen briewe en argiewe -
winding my way
takes me slowly into the heart -
waiting for me
the mountains the rivers -
meaningless words
cannot be translated -
Barren winter -- the womb --
hidden in hues of expectation, -
Bursting forth, Spring utters Divinity in birdsong, blooms and fragrant breezes.
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Summer in seasonal stillness of slumber,
silhouettes swaying and dancing in lumber; -
While twitters enter your fragrant chambers
winter is rattling -
a boy and his dog
silence in joy -
misty mountains mirrored
skies hold trees -
snapdragon crimson clover
foxglove wallflower -
The sun is crying.
My God. -
sometimes I remember
I am not English: -
On loving you, soft textures come to mind
and stamens' touch in fingered firmness -
open eyes to wonders of sun's dyes
rising to the music of white doves -
Fullness, a harp imitating hips;
a womb crying its want to birth music ... -
bursting into being
sunlight -
I, poet, border on bewildering paths
in search of faces stripped from lies and masks;28 lines, 10 comments, on Jul 16 9:34 AM 2008
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Soul has a way to feel loss.
It shivers or ache -
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The delicacy of a kiss
brushes my cheek ... -
The moon, Love ...
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At your beck and call I fall,
and fallen, I am broken; and broken, I restrain a cry … -
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you let me step
into your garden shoes -
Flying fossil,
in its afterglow of bygone cast -
Love
touched forest's -
cleaning out his medicine cabinet
she came across the evidence -
garland of segmental hours
scrapbook of cast's bleeding flowers11 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 8 2:02 PM. In Seasons -
Oh Nightingale, oh poetry of pure!
How do I envy Thee, devoted overture to heaven’s cure:33 lines, 23 comments, on Apr 28 10:44 PM. In Inspired, Classical, Spiritual, Yearning, Nature and Nature of Poetry -
Kid glove kid in ballet shoe skid,
shoe skid dance dreams Delphinium blue. -
summer
swirled in glass scoop and cup -
there are dry memories descending from the sky
the silver light of tenderness -
Where rivers now run dry, fairies used to air brush sky
in soft portray and giants mold clay in bold apply, -
your red rivers of reverence
rippled giggles of happiness -
Jou woorde wortel in wonder: wie is jy, digter sonder
gesig? Waarom val die son so skuinsweg oor jou wang -
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Sun slides on stone, a shadow swift, to complex to unfold. Its pen, this lonely heart.
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