Posted in Photos, Poetry, Terry Valley Photography, Uncategorized, Visions Seen Photography

The Old Red Door

RED DOOR IN BRICK BUILDING

I passed an old church, yesterday, of rough-hewn stones.
Of granite gray, each brick had been laid in with care,
But through the years they’d become slightly lichen-grown.

All the windows high and low had been enclosed
With wooden shutters, tightly fitted and secure.
In silence and gray mystery the church reposed.

But on the north, a wooden door of deepest red
Did beckon me to contemplate what lay within.
And without conscious thought right to it I was led.

I pondered on the stories this old red door could tell.
And though the steps that led to it were now long gone,
I worked to get inside so as to explore things well.

It’s roughened texture spoke of years of weathering,
But all my efforts to make entry were in vain.
Alas … I’ll have to leave its past to imagining.

 


photo: Terry Valley at Visions Seen Photography

 

 

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Posted in Inspiration, Photos, Poetry, Terry Valley Photography, Uncategorized, Visions Seen Photography

A Dandelion Day

DANDELION

I love the scent of meadows warmed by sun,
And bumble-bee’s mesmorizing hum;
Hedgerows heavy, looking overgrown
Around fields ripening from seeds well-sown;
Sky of deepest technicolor blue;
A solitary, gliding bird in view.
Of such rich pleasures what else can I say?
It’s just another dandelion day.

 


photo: Visions Seen Photography

 

 

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Posted in Inspiration, Poetry, Terry Valley Photography, Uncategorized, Visions Seen Photography

Going All The Way

AUTUMN ROAD - enlarged

I’m always going forward on this road of life.
Although, admittedly, it takes a turn or two.
And sometimes there are roadblocks or some dips and bumps.
Regardless, I’m determined that I’m going through.

For hindrances and hurdles can impede progress,
And detours and re-routing cause delay.
But turning back is never an alternative.
I’m pressing forward, going all the way.

 

 


photo © Terry Valley: Visions Seen Photography

 

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Posted in Cinquain, Poetry, Terry Valley Photography, Uncategorized, Visions Seen Photography

Blue Planet

I love to write cinquain. And sometimes I just can’t help myself, but have to write a longer poem, making each stanza a cinquain. That’s what happened here with the graphic artwork by my friend Terry.

BLUE TREE AND PLANET

Blue moon;
No, wait: It’s not.
What is that planet strange,
Hov’ring low, casting soft blue glow
O’er me?

My field
Has not borne fruit
For this whole season through.
Perhaps this planet will affect
It’s yield.

In truth,
I feel a bond
With this blue orb so near.
Its energy infuses field and tree —
And me.

 


graphics © Terry Valley

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Posted in Cinquain, Inspiration, Poetry, Terry Valley Photography, Uncategorized, Visions Seen Photography

Finding the Good

butterfly-on-thistle

Quite sharp,
This lovely thistle.
‘Tis often it’s defamed;
For being prickly, causing pain
It’s shamed.

But wait.
Wise butterfly
Knows there is nectar sweet;
It just requires the gentle touch
Of love.

E’en so,
It is with man.
Outer shell may seem harsh,
But love that probes more deeply may
Find good.

 


photo © Terry Valley

 

 

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Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow

TERRY'S PINK LILY PADS - ed

Just couldn’t resist sharing this gorgeous work by my great friend, photographer Terry Valley. The theme for this week (glow) couldn’t be more perfect for this picture.

I’m collaborating with Terry for this challenge: His photography; My poetry.

Deep within the piney woods that run for miles
There is a placid pond known as Serenity.
I go there when I’m feeling worn or fraught with fears,
Or when the stresses of my life are crushing me.

And if I press through heavy branches for a mile,
Upon Serenity’s lush banks I come to rest
Her waters are the deepest, purest, freshest green,
And all her lily pads of pink are blessed.

For though the woods that far within are dense and dark,
There is a brilliant glow that filters through
And shines upon pink lily pads to thrill my heart,
Reminding me that God’s sweet grace is true.

It is as if He’s telling me I can be sure,
That even when I’m in my darkest place,
There is no problem dark, or dense, or deep enough
To keep me from the Light of His dear face.

 

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Midnight Swan — Cinquain

I first discovered cinquain a few years ago, and I experimented with it for a poetry challenge online. I enjoyed the form so much that I found myself going back to it and writing cinquain about many different subjects. It’s a form of poetry that has no rhyme, but has a strict number of lines and a specified number of syllables per line. It is considered the only truly American poetic form in literature, having been created by a young New York poet, Adalaide Crapsey.  You’ll find cinquain on this site quite frequently in the future, and I’ve even published a book devoted only to cinquain poetry.  But I’ll tell you more about that another time. Right now, I’m composing ciquain to match this amazing photographic artwork by my great friend and professional photographer Terry Valley.


MIDNIGHT SWAN FULL SIZE

Moonrise
Over night pond.
Lonely swan at midnight
Confused by gliding ‘cross the moon:
Night flight.

 


 

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