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Post by anirbas on Feb 11, 2008 15:50:32 GMT -6
brilliant gem, Dawnsweet!
and yes, it is a rather unique thread about nature, isn't it?
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Post by roadrunner3 on Feb 13, 2008 20:19:34 GMT -6
Thanks for your poem and comment, Dawness,
and thanks, Nir, for your constant encouragement.
I think that there truly is a "healing force" in nature
if we can learn to be receptive to it.
RR
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Post by anirbas on Feb 13, 2008 21:11:36 GMT -6
I wholeheartedly concur with that statement, Runner--'that there truly is a "healing force" in nature if we can learn to be receptive to it'...And you're welcome for any encouragement I bestow...I just get a kick out of watching people kick the boxes over in their heads and seeing what falls out of them...Nir.
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Post by roadrunner3 on Feb 17, 2008 22:12:16 GMT -6
 As gentle as the ebbing tide Incoming thoughts recede Reconnected to the earth You now are part Of something much bigger than yourself And like the vast expanse of sea It is full of mystery. |
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Post by Sam on Feb 18, 2008 8:42:01 GMT -6
The pure beauty
of this moment
in simple time
overtakes me
and I am calmed,
and humbled,
as the hand of God
paints another
brilliant masterpiece
across the world.
Sam
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Post by glenn on Feb 18, 2008 11:43:28 GMT -6
Another exceptional photo and poem, RR!
Great thread.
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Post by roadrunner3 on Feb 18, 2008 20:30:58 GMT -6
Thanks glenn!!
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Post by anirbas on Feb 23, 2008 19:57:23 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!* to both of those last offerings you guys did! way to go, Runner and Sammy!!!! yum-yum-yummmmmmmy...but, I wonder...GOT MORE?  |
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Post by roadrunner3 on Mar 18, 2008 21:08:37 GMT -6
 The drought is over Once more refreshed Life surges through the forest The crescendo against the rocks Creates a fine mist Unsuccessful in quelling The intense heat of vegetal proliferation But quite adequate for maintaining Good mosquito habitat. |
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Post by anirbas on Mar 19, 2008 13:15:11 GMT -6
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Post by roadrunner3 on Mar 25, 2008 21:51:56 GMT -6
 "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Find a cool place, my guest And let me warm your face with the sun Feast your eyes on beauty Feed your spirit with wonder Fill your senses with everything that surrounds you Act like a child again, PLEASE. What and how much you take with you Is entirely up to you Stay as long as you want The beauty and wonder of creation are ALWAYS here. |
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Post by anirbas on Mar 26, 2008 9:07:35 GMT -6
As always, beautiful words and sentiments accompanied by fabulous visuals...
I thank you for continuing to share your creativity with us here, Runner...
It is appreciated as much as it is enjoyed...
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Post by Sam on Mar 26, 2008 11:43:12 GMT -6
In the Master's hand
the paint brush flowed.....
for no mortal man
could envision this moment
of innocent beauty.
What a gift to this world!
Sam
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Post by DavidMc on Mar 31, 2008 9:19:48 GMT -6
I can only echo the other comments.... great combinations  David |
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Post by roadrunner3 on Jun 22, 2008 14:43:36 GMT -6
And a much belated thanks to you, David, for your comment.  While trudging, drudging thru life I happed upon a pool of delight Rimmed with evergreens, high in the mounts A shimmering, glimmering, reflected scene Doused through and through with aquamarine A plunge expunged doddering doubts Reason released, tradition trounced, My world opened up to the truth of the trout: In Him we live and move throughout. |
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Post by Sam on Jun 24, 2008 15:21:52 GMT -6
Such a crystal clear vision
for my tired eyes to behold,
yet I could not see
my own reflectiion...
as though I no longer stood
on the edge of reality...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Jul 22, 2008 18:16:28 GMT -6
gorgeeussss pic, Bax...
individual and lush gems
by you and Sam, both,
to accompany it...
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Post by roadrunner3 on Aug 18, 2008 13:36:10 GMT -6
 As delicate as a dew-drenched rose Slowly opening Offering beauty, absorbing love, Fragrantly blessing all around her A gardener's dream. Her thorns could pierce But only for protection. Firmly rooted Weathering seventy-six years of storms At summer's end Bent and broken She passed away in a winter's sleep. Dew-drenched flowers grow nearby Looking up at cloudless sky More keenly now this gazer knows The peerless beauty of the rose. |
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Post by roadrunner3 on Oct 14, 2008 20:15:01 GMT -6
 lunar gondola awaits departure as fantasies float freely rhythmic rippling lulls reality to sleep unchartered waters beckon the adventurous spirit like a mist over water is drawn not looking for dawn just the unknown with eyes fully open and mind fully blown |
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Post by anirbas on Nov 6, 2008 20:11:39 GMT -6
I am equally mollified
by the poem and it's
accompanying visual...
Thanks for sharing, Baxter!
An honor to see you here!
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Post by Sam on Dec 22, 2008 22:02:28 GMT -6
Sparkling diamonds ripple
touching the moon
lighting the darkened sky.
I sit calmly watching
enchanted by the beauty,
of this gift freely given
by Nature's ever watching eye.
The stage set before me
soft as a whisper
sweet as a lullabye.
I'm awed by the beauty
humbled by the glory
awakened to the sound
of my own gentle sigh....
Sam
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Post by roadrunner3 on Jan 18, 2009 23:39:43 GMT -6
 I remember a time, remote, When feelings heaved Then froze, Cleaving mind from tapping toes Leaving heart transfixed Within the icy floes. The frost, unmoved for years, Grew thicker with the tears, 'Til hope, itself, seemed dead, Succumbed to drear and dread. But time flowed. Far below, How, God only knows, Life never stopped Hope never died 'Til one day a tide, A wave of balmy weather, Finally arrived, And I survived.  |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 19, 2009 5:18:43 GMT -6
beautiful...it just is...
thanks for sharing
your work with us here, Runner!
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Post by roadrunner3 on Jun 26, 2009 15:54:37 GMT -6
 Pristine pastels release rays of rapture, Chasing stale shade from deciduous dells, Remnant of Winter, evading capture 'Til now, is feeling Spring's heat on its heels. Translucent greens emanate from the mist, Lilacs, fuchsias and violets unveiled, While roses and reds are unrobed, enriched From their season of resting deep, inhaled. Drama ascends as senses awaken Blinking their eyes at the colorful feast, Doubtful at first when shutters are shaken Then opened to ochers, aquas and pinks. World seems awash in this seasonal tide, In scents the presence of God has arrived. |
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Post by anirbas on Jun 27, 2009 23:16:59 GMT -6
a smell-a-vision piece!
I enjoyed smelling this world
you created with ink and paper, Baxter!
a treat to find you here, as always!
and thank you for sharing with us!
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Post by dawness on Sept 1, 2010 22:21:05 GMT -6
solstice of night's alchemy i bring the mirrors defying destiny red as blood curdling heat light bestows lovers' cheeks sweet across a chirping equinox trees embrace the hands held in a time dusk strays, quiet knocks |
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