Shenandoah National Park – Colleen Breuning © 2015 Amiss Treacherous winds blow Cold drifts in a field of snow Dreams of long ago Something is amiss I need more in life than this Searching for true bliss As the seasons change Leaves strip away, rearrange O’er the mountain range Giving up the fight Anguish deepContinue reading “Amiss”
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To Mingle With Shooting Stars
To Mingle With Shooting Stars These tired bones ache and the futile tears fall undetected, unrelenting, like soft rain on a summer day. The wind stills in deference to a radiant light rising up, drawing closer, closer as I crawl to the precipice. I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap inContinue reading “To Mingle With Shooting Stars”
Blue Reverie
Blue Reverie As the clouds dance their pas de deux In the blue reverie of the night sky, Moonglow reveals the spirit of you, And my heart is lifted up so high. In the blue reverie of the night sky, Stardust mingles with the shooting stars, And my heart is lifted up so high AboveContinue reading “Blue Reverie”
Shadows of My Father ~ The Poem and The Book
Shadows of My Father As a child, I walked through the park hand in hand with my father. Brimming with energy and innocence, I played a game of hide and seek, jumping into his enormous shadow. My elfin figure was gobbled up by his lumbering adumbration, stretching long across the path illuminated by the springtimeContinue reading “Shadows of My Father ~ The Poem and The Book”
Ode to Elly
Blogophilia 50.3 Topic: “There is no “I” in Team” Bonus Points: (Hard, 2pts): mention a Maya Angelou quote (Easy, 1pt) : incorporate a unique use for honey Final date to post: February 12th, 2011 GMT midnight Final date to post ALL GUESSES: February 15th, 2011 GMT midnight Ode to Elly I read the newsContinue reading “Ode to Elly”
The Cartographer’s Last Request
The Cartographer’s Last Request Long ago he etched the seas, scaled distant mountains and traversed dense jungles, this drawer of lines, wielding astrolabe and pen with masterful precision. A dust-laden mahogany desk bears witness to his labors: tarnished sextant, musty gilt-edged tomes, barren inkwell… tools of his trade, this dying art. He whispers with gravelContinue reading “The Cartographer’s Last Request”
Colleen Keller Breuning 