Confusion

Confusion

Confusion (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

turbulence at its best

leaving your mind no rest

indecisive as to what was said

mumbo jumbo in your head

leaving the wound quite abscessed

gifts of the lake

Glass stem

Glass stem (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

silently we walked along the lake

carefully gathering the glass pieces

smoothed by the timeless waters

as the wind carried our thoughts

lost

sometimes

a door is closed in one’s face

sometimes…

friendship leaves no trace

sometimes…

you won’t be taken back

sometimes…

your heart is ransacked

sometimes…

perception is a hazard

sometimes…

pain is too deep for words

sometimes…

Locks

Locks (Photo credit: m thierry)

the Majestic Birch…the REAL Tree

Trees

Trees (Photo credit: @Doug88888)


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Dedicated to Elaine Lawrence

the artist who inspired the title

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 samara seed

you birth life to the birch

flowering  into the clustered catkins

blooming your fragrance

row after row

tree after tree

light green to forest green

your brown young trunk stands strong in your group

as you drink in the water from the sweet earth

slender, tall eloquent bearers of truth

you stretch your limbs high and wide

each twig of your arbor beauty

stretching out into the blue abyss

urging us to follow the call

as you age your chalky white bark of papery layers beckons secret messages of the heart

to those who may once discover them somewhere down the road

drawing together the lovers

who reverence you so

over the ages you have given of yourself so many times

your spirit so pliable…your quality malleable

as a child i thought of the Oneida people who fashioned a canoe out of your River Birch trunk

so willingly you carried them across Mother Earth’s river road

your beauty is enchanting

graceful delicate foliage

ethereal birch

Birch

Birch (Photo credit: ReneS)

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Notes of Interest Regarding the Birch Tree

  • Birch trees are well known for their impressive peeling bark common to all birches, except the Gray Birch.
  • Young birch trees have a brown trunk and is smooth in its younger years  and turn chalky white, become thick and deeply ridged as they age.
  • Leaves are oval to elliptical-shaped and vary in color from light green to forest green in the summer, changing to yellow, browns and oranges in the Fall season.
  • The uses of birch bark are many: can be soaked in water to be used as a cast for broken bones; used for crafting artistic items; used for constructing canoes; also used for medicinal purposes–to alleviate stomach ailments
  • Beavers use Birch trees to build dams.
  • Many animals, including birds, deer, moose rabbits, and turkeys use the Birch tree as a source of food.
  • Birch trees are relatively hardy –able to live up to 200 years in favorable growing conditions.
  • Catkins are the flowers of the Birch tree.
  • In Germany, on May 1st, young men would decorate Birch trees and leave them in front of their sweetheart’s house. The birch tree was a token of their love.

the wondering soul

Dedicated to Cheri

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whimsical beautiful you

sung by the lonesome guitar

gentle  you

walk among the creatures of Mother Earth

  willing to go the difficult distance for rebirth

your hazel eyes

 ever reaching for the majestic stars

                                                                                               

A View of Earth from Saturn

A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)

seeker of truth and honesty … you ride the streetcar

at once alone…seemingly forgot…but not… you stand strong

willing to risk and jump the bar…bicycling like the running  jaguar

all through the day and the nightlong you sing your song

perplexed by humans who are so bizarre

yet your kind silence is your guard

your sense of humor carries the memoir

leaving no traces of the scarred

willing to rid yourself of the eschar

you search and never falter

gentle, helpful you…loving and loved afar

you have given your sacrifice to the altar

 

the inner muse

Dedicated to my Mom

Agnes Gertrude Uelman Johann

1915-2010

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each imagination writes its own page…

the stirrings deep within

emerge in light

with the innate desire to share

touching  my soul with yours

giving birth once again

English: Anne Home as The Pensive Muse in 1767...

English: Anne Home as The Pensive Muse in 1767 before her marriage to John Hunter. Engraving by W. W. Ryland, after a lost portrait by Angelica Kauffman. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

effortless love…for love

Love for Arts Love for Arts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 love spilled

out of me

like the blue water spring in the valley

over flowing

bubbling

molecules not counting, not keeping tally

love spilled

out of

me

like the unlimited starlight

from the purple hazed skies

brilliant

effervescent

not wondering why

love spilled

out of me

like orange blossomed sunbeams

gently

lightly

touching the earth as if in a dream

 love spilled

out of me

like breath from my being

effortlessly

naturally

for YOU

were all that was seen!

the smile

English: The Smile Off Your Face (2004)

English: The Smile Off Your Face (2004) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the smile

caught us both

you liked mine

i liked yours

intensity built

as the conversations flowed

inundating the email system

in a back and forth flurry

then on to Messenger

day and night

into the wee hours

parlaying…smiling…laughing

detours…disconnects…

realignment…words running furiously onward

time knew no bounds

then

texting followed my heart

through several states

then

we skyped

and met face to face

then

we planned how we would meet

then

plans became interrupted

and

now…

NOTHING…

even in their absence

words ARE  sharper than swords

perseverance

Macro of Wet Leaf

Macro of Wet Leaf (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the bud is born…the leaf formed

basking in the sunlight

it breathes in the air

and happily colors itself green

smiling gayly, waving sweetly

then the winds come…

the source of ocean

the source of ocean (Photo credit: sundaymay)

the storm is all about

the green leaf has fallen from the tree…

fallen into the river running wild down the bed

pushed along by life’s  force

happened

so quickly…

boundaries unknown

oh…stubbed its toe! on the rock below…

pushed up again by the wave of gentleness…the wind carries it freely

as it breezes its way, floating on love

then turbulence…the sky has turned grey

bashed here and there…

suffocating…it can not breathe…

drowning…in the sea of life…

yet some unknown force…some angel-life draws it forward

it says, don’t give up…one more float

the green leaf is a bit tattered

and bruised…but stronger for the ware…

it continues down the river…

pushed down…up and over

then riding the waves once again…

the waters carry it forth

as it rests gently on the shore

A curled, fallen leaf on roadside in Scotts Va...

A curled, fallen leaf on roadside in Scotts Valley, California. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

delightful you…Elaine

Birch bark

Birch bark (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

unexpectedly you arrived

drawing me out of myself

to the far reaches of the mountain peaks

to the very tip of the purple clad  birchbark  twigs

removing layers of self-doubt, peeling away like the paper of the tree

your reaffirming gentle being drove me into the depth of my being

teeteering on the precipice of love

ocean tossed  waves cresting upon the shore

dancing delightfully in your charm

your every word brought new light into my inner sanctuary

burning burgundy red sunset deep

i hungered for more

ethereal YOU