A couple of short ones to ponder

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mostly softness to be pondered

A couple of short ones to ponder




A fallen Tree
I saw a tree within the woods
With purple leaves and rings
Laid out 'neath brush and thorns;
'Twas so sad for me to see -
this fallen tree.
Gifts we Have
See the gold within the blue,
And the silver in the clouds;
Cry not for me, nor for you --
For the gifts we have, will do.
The Summer Sun
The doves were winging on the breeze,
As cherubs sang in unison.
Smiles blessed the pastel skies…
While we welcomed the summer sun.
Kindness can be Found
Look not to clouds of gray
to take your blues away, 
But to the winds, within the dale -- 
For kindness there prevails.
Love Has Come to Stay
Coldness was my friend, and blue my color ruled.
This is not the plume of yester hour, nor remnants
of my laurels parted;
Blending days of warming, 'tween the shadows gray  
Heart of mine be still…for love has come to stay,
Here within me guarded. 
Time
How the days do slippeth away -
Minutes, uncaring, trickling, 
like the tiniest beads of dew - 
dripping, so slowly from blooms.
So goes my life in hours of sand.
Oh, how I wish --- 
I wish, they would stay…
 
Morning Sun
Came rays of Sol upon the lea
as saintly as a peacock's splay;
Shown out across the fleur de lis
in a sparkling jewelry display -
I bowed to greet this wondrous day
and sent the bleakness far away.
A fallen Tree
I saw a tree within the woods
With purple leaves and rings
Laid out 'neath brush and thorns;
'Twas so sad for me to see -
this fallen tree.

 

Gifts we Have
See the gold within the blue,
And the silver in the clouds;
Cry not for me, nor for you --
For the gifts we have, will do.


The Summer Sun
The doves were winging on the breeze,
As cherubs sang in unison.
Smiles blessed the pastel skies…
While we welcomed the summer sun.


Kindness can be Found
Look not to clouds of gray
to take your blues away, 
But to the winds, within the dale -- 
For kindness there prevails.
 

Love Has Come to Stay
Coldness was my friend, and blue my color ruled.
This is not the plume of yester hour, nor remnants
of my laurels parted;
Blending days of warming, 'tween the shadows gray  
Heart of mine be still…for love has come to stay,
Here within me guarded.
 

Time
How the days do slippeth away -
Minutes, uncaring, trickling, 
like the tiniest beads of dew - 
dripping, so slowly from blooms.
So goes my life in hours of sand.
Oh, how I wish --- 
I wish, they would stay…
 
 
Morning Sun
Came rays of Sol upon the lea
as saintly as a peacock's splay;
Shown out across the fleur de lis
in a sparkling jewelry display -
I bowed to greet this wondrous day
and sent the bleakness far away.

© 2013 george arndt / gogant

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toredbloodink commented on A couple of short ones to ponder

02-20-2017

All of these had a quick river flow.. Streaming together on a breezy summers day.. Great write Gogaant

Mandi commented on A couple of short ones to ponder

02-02-2013

You know, you should publish a book of these. They give good example, many times, of similes and metaphors. Students 10 to 15 years would enjoy that and benefit , as well.

gogant

02/02/2013

These are what I would call doodling. I can look at the sky in the morning and the words come so easily..........or, at a sunset and see colors that write a poem in my mind for me. There are times when I just enjoy putting my thoughts down in 4 or 5 lines of poetry. Thank you for your thoughts and words, Mandi...............................................................g

poett commented on A couple of short ones to ponder

02-01-2013

Love your little writes... Nice as a warm sunny day...

gogant

02/01/2013

I am always warmed by your radiance which shows in your comments. Thank you, dear....................................................g

windsongs commented on A couple of short ones to ponder

01-31-2013

i love this brand of softness. nice beautiful writings.....................

gogant

01/31/2013

I thank you kindly, my friend...............................................g

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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