Poetry Pages

those soft smiles

that radiate across the room

I see those eyes

that warm a heart

and a sweet laughter

which fills a smile

memories cherished

one moment at a time

interludes found

in a sigh

gentle within one's heart

streaks across the sky

where clouds look like feathers

drawn against the blue

and a faint silhouette

of the moon

that certain time of the year

a refection of the sun

on an opposite direction

something one doesn't

generally see

perspectives under a different light

desert hilltops

with scattered cactus

and sagebrush dotting the landscape

sandstone arches

with wind and water

shaping eons of time

sculpted by an unknown hand

maybe a dune or two

to help with the scenery

giving life in the southwest

with a little bit of color

in mother nature

sagebrush blowing in the wind where in the distance a coyote howls glistening shadows off the sandstone silhouettes transformed in the twilight horizons drift into evening and a shooting star flies across the sky mother moon finds her smile as life continues through the seasons and mother nature whi...

reaching for the stars finding your space within the universe soaring with the comets constellations rising planets colliding knowing your path even when you can't see it yet somehow you know it that coarse within the horizon stargates within revealing a certain wisdom seen within the dark of the moon

winds rising
within the echoes
trying to tell
that wisdom
spoken in whispers
to a single word
those faint calls
that some refuse
to listen to
and doing so
repeat those same mistakes
and one simply asks
why?

waves echoed on the shore
washing the white sand
occasionally washes up a seashell
finding refuge from the sea
that sparkle seen in the sun
ghosts from a distant past
remains of the ancient
who one roamed
in history
now only memories

trails explored
where one hears a whisper
those cries who once was here before
ancestors of the distance past
who speak of wisdom
through those deeds
they've seen
memories seen in the past
so they speak
to those who will listen
shards within that walk
echoes of simpler times

ripples within the clouds
those spirits rising in the sun
to those horizons
reaching from the past
giving those secrets
heard in echoes
of whispers
that tone heard
in a chorus
a pitch
within a simple exploration
of language

rivers running through the land
eventually finding the ocean
and to be honest
it isn't the destination
that matters
only the journey
that current
which flows
from a distant past
that call of the wild
heard in the echo
of this simple world

harmonies spoken in the wind
finding that simple tune
those echoes repeated
within that simple wisdom
one learning to roar
and yet understanding
that maybe a whisper
is only needed
so that rhythm is continued
within a smile

my own call of the wild after living in southwest Colorado for 25 yrs I settled in east Texas although it took years to get comfortable with this area I spent too many years hearing the call of the mountains fishing the streams, rivers and lakes so I was used to being in the west not hearing trains ...

finding the call of the wild
where echoes
find their place
within the chaos of this world
that waters that run clear
wind that sings
old songs
from the past
legends of ancestors
that once lived
whispers heard
from eons
that voice which speaks
in the heart
and tells you
let's stay

listen to the world around you find those stories that you can pass on to those that will listen howl with the coyotes find your own path walk those shores within the distance of your heart find those open spaces that one needs find your own roar to let things out never bottle them up it tears too m...

within the silence
those echoes
that bounce
from coves
within certain mountains
and canyons
where on hears the whispers
of the past
yet sees the future
those undertows
within the currents
of time itself
horizons that reach
that rhythm
which sings
to the universe