Reminiscing ...
When Summer gets
all sticky & hot
I start missing winter
and daydream a lot..
i bring out old pictures
of a cold winter's day..
when heat waves of summer
seemed so far away.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Old weatherd Home...
Way out in a woods
far from a house or a barn..
near a stream with clear water
is a small house with charm..
with walls that are tattered
Roof weatherd and old
She is a portrait
Of a Blessing to hold.
the nails old and rusted
Say things unsaid there
and the door to it's shelter
Has much wear and tear..
I felt so lucky
to find in the trees...
a old house that was saying
"take my picture please!"..
.
.
Spring's Sturring...
"I don't like Winter"
said the fence to the barn...
"These black and white days
Make me wish for the Sun"
"this too shall pass"
said the Ice and the Snow
"we're a Quilt (Nature's Blanket)
Spring is stirring below"
said the fence to the barn...
"These black and white days
Make me wish for the Sun"
"this too shall pass"
said the Ice and the Snow
"we're a Quilt (Nature's Blanket)
Spring is stirring below"
Backroad Time...
I felt a need to clear my mind
and took a little "backroad time"
Where Nature speaks Her silent words
Alone with skies,the deer and birds..
The Gravel smelt of rain that fell
as Sunshine seemed to bid me well..
I walked for hours listening to
The Silence of drying dew...
Spring seemed to be starting to grow
Green moss and new grass said Hello..
The wind whisperd with a silent breeze
as i walked alone with Naked trees..
soon the fence line will be
a wall of leaves ( poision ivy...)
they say it travels in the wind
I hope today she stays my friend
Nothing better clears the mind
Like a little bit of Back Road time.
Picture and Poem by connetta jean...
and took a little "backroad time"
Where Nature speaks Her silent words
Alone with skies,the deer and birds..
The Gravel smelt of rain that fell
as Sunshine seemed to bid me well..
I walked for hours listening to
The Silence of drying dew...
Spring seemed to be starting to grow
Green moss and new grass said Hello..
The wind whisperd with a silent breeze
as i walked alone with Naked trees..
soon the fence line will be
a wall of leaves ( poision ivy...)
they say it travels in the wind
I hope today she stays my friend
Nothing better clears the mind
Like a little bit of Back Road time.
Picture and Poem by connetta jean...
A March, Sky Daze...
Old man winter
lost his touch today
as blue skies and white clouds
Drifted my way..
lost his touch today
as blue skies and white clouds
Drifted my way..
Forsythia.....
They say
once Forsythia blooms
Three times more
it will snow...
It's ture, you know
Winters last attempts
at hanging around..
Spring plays him well
she makes him melt..
But spring longs
for Summers touch.....
once Forsythia blooms
Three times more
it will snow...
It's ture, you know
Winters last attempts
at hanging around..
Spring plays him well
she makes him melt..
But spring longs
for Summers touch.....
Abandoned Beauty...
Standing in the old church
where the preacher
stood on Sundays
Still haunts me..
I watched as leaves
danced across the floor
on the winter winds
and snow lay frozen
below open windows
as if it gently fell
into it's place...
the light shinning
through the wallls
seemed to be
impatiently wanting
to touch the darkness..
creating shadows.
Her time is fading...
But i found Her Beauty
she could not hide it..
where the preacher
stood on Sundays
Still haunts me..
I watched as leaves
danced across the floor
on the winter winds
and snow lay frozen
below open windows
as if it gently fell
into it's place...
the light shinning
through the wallls
seemed to be
impatiently wanting
to touch the darkness..
creating shadows.
Her time is fading...
But i found Her Beauty
she could not hide it..
Silent Whispers....
tucked away
in a thicket of trees
off a gravel road
down a 2 mile lane..
she stands idle..
broken and worn
rusted and sad
she struggles to stand..
her time
on earth
is fading...
Her windows
once held
shinny glass...
And her doors
opened to warmth
and smells
of fresh baked bread..
her sidewalk
long ago
hid benieth the grass...
her memories
are many...
she speeks
but only the wind
can hear her voice..
tree branch's seem
to hold her gently
as if to protect
her dying frame...
in a thicket of trees
off a gravel road
down a 2 mile lane..
she stands idle..
broken and worn
rusted and sad
she struggles to stand..
her time
on earth
is fading...
Her windows
once held
shinny glass...
And her doors
opened to warmth
and smells
of fresh baked bread..
her sidewalk
long ago
hid benieth the grass...
her memories
are many...
she speeks
but only the wind
can hear her voice..
tree branch's seem
to hold her gently
as if to protect
her dying frame...
Silent Whispers....
tucked away
in a thicket of trees
off a gravel road
down a 2 mile lane..
she stands idle..
broken and worn
rusted and sad
she struggles to stand..
her time
on earth
is fading...
Her windows
once held
shinny glass...
And her doors
opened to warmth
and smells
of fresh baked bread..
her sidewalk
long ago
hid benieth the grass...
her memories
are many...
she speeks
but only the wind
can hear her voice..
tree branch's seem
to hold her gently
as if to protect
her dying frame...
in a thicket of trees
off a gravel road
down a 2 mile lane..
she stands idle..
broken and worn
rusted and sad
she struggles to stand..
her time
on earth
is fading...
Her windows
once held
shinny glass...
And her doors
opened to warmth
and smells
of fresh baked bread..
her sidewalk
long ago
hid benieth the grass...
her memories
are many...
she speeks
but only the wind
can hear her voice..
tree branch's seem
to hold her gently
as if to protect
her dying frame...
Unspoken Words...
We often speak silently
You and I
Understanding each other
by a look or a touch
Unspoken words
that linger on faces
hide behind laughter
understood by a touch.
Blinded by tears
and found
only with years
spent together...
I never
heard them before
i loved you...
and we do
speak silently
you and i
you talk to me
with words
that need not be said
that which goes
without saying.
connetta Jean 1979
You and I
Understanding each other
by a look or a touch
Unspoken words
that linger on faces
hide behind laughter
understood by a touch.
Blinded by tears
and found
only with years
spent together...
I never
heard them before
i loved you...
and we do
speak silently
you and i
you talk to me
with words
that need not be said
that which goes
without saying.
connetta Jean 1979
Unspoken Words...
We often speak silently
You and I
Understanding each other
by a look or a touch
Unspoken words
that linger on faces
hide behind laughter
understood by a touch.
Blinded by tears
and found
only with years
spent together...
I never
heard them before
i loved you...
and we do
speak silently
you and i
you talk to me
with words
that need not be said
that which goes
without saying.
connetta Jean 1979
You and I
Understanding each other
by a look or a touch
Unspoken words
that linger on faces
hide behind laughter
understood by a touch.
Blinded by tears
and found
only with years
spent together...
I never
heard them before
i loved you...
and we do
speak silently
you and i
you talk to me
with words
that need not be said
that which goes
without saying.
connetta Jean 1979
Winters Window....
The old cabin
has a window
overlooking a lake.
hidden in summer
when trees are dressed...
yet ever so present
once Autumn arrives...
it doesn't take her long
to make a date
with old man winter..
Their lovers you know..
(doesn't everyone know?)
she sends him autum kisses
made of leaves
dancing in the cold winds..
(she left a few for me
tucked on the window)
Just before He arrives
she changes things..
(green is not
her favorite color..)
she paints them red
yellow and mauve,
orange..even purple..
then she strips them naked
to prove her promice
of dancing
into winter...
I have been told
in late September
the old man stands
at this window
watching Her ......
All peoms posted on this site are by connetta jean...
has a window
overlooking a lake.
hidden in summer
when trees are dressed...
yet ever so present
once Autumn arrives...
it doesn't take her long
to make a date
with old man winter..
Their lovers you know..
(doesn't everyone know?)
she sends him autum kisses
made of leaves
dancing in the cold winds..
(she left a few for me
tucked on the window)
Just before He arrives
she changes things..
(green is not
her favorite color..)
she paints them red
yellow and mauve,
orange..even purple..
then she strips them naked
to prove her promice
of dancing
into winter...
I have been told
in late September
the old man stands
at this window
watching Her ......
All peoms posted on this site are by connetta jean...
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Shame....
Shame....
As i stood near a fence
i felt not a chill
I was waiting for Sunset
Being silent and still...
As the day's sun behind me
went from Orange to red..
the glow on the ice seemed
to speak words unsaid..
It seemed I was hearing
the wind call my name
Saying " you're seeing Beauty
But, I'm seeing Shame"...
"This picture is sad Friend
just look at the weeds
Soon spring will come and
they've all planted seeds..."
I then felt the chill
from the ice and the snow..
as guilt overcame me
for the seeds i let grow..
Though i know not one name
on the old stones i could see
Everyone's Guilty
and that includes me...
I was waiting for Sunset
to capture beauty on snow
But only my footprints
lead to seeds left to sow....
As i stood near a fence
i felt not a chill
I was waiting for Sunset
Being silent and still...
As the day's sun behind me
went from Orange to red..
the glow on the ice seemed
to speak words unsaid..
It seemed I was hearing
the wind call my name
Saying " you're seeing Beauty
But, I'm seeing Shame"...
"This picture is sad Friend
just look at the weeds
Soon spring will come and
they've all planted seeds..."
I then felt the chill
from the ice and the snow..
as guilt overcame me
for the seeds i let grow..
Though i know not one name
on the old stones i could see
Everyone's Guilty
and that includes me...
I was waiting for Sunset
to capture beauty on snow
But only my footprints
lead to seeds left to sow....
Saturday, December 20, 2008
If I could...
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
If I could
I'd bring our soldiers home..
i would bring them safe and sound
home again on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home.
If i could
I'd make this world free
If i could
I'd make this world free
no cold and hungry children
no pain or poverty...
if i could
I'd make this world free.
If i could
i'd bring or soldiers home
if i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
I'd bring them safe and sound
Home again, on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home..
If i could
i'd change nine one one
if i could
I'd change nine one one
I'd give anything to change
the damage that's been done
if i could
I'd change nine one one...
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
If i could
I'd bring our soldiers home
I'd bring them all safe and sound
home on American ground
If i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
if i could
i'd bring our soldiers home
All poems and lyrics posted by me was written by me..connetta jean
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