Between
In anticipation
of nothing in particular,
I swallow a moment
sweet with peace.
November 18, 2011
In anticipation
of nothing in particular,
I swallow a moment
sweet with peace.
November 18, 2011
Harmony
At first
my life
cradled
sorrow
abuse
terror,
stifled
spirit.
Then I crossed a threshold where golden veins nurtured inspiration,
drove shadows backward, drew words, sounds, creativity forward.
Across barren lands, buds blossomed, paper cranes unfolded, flew
free; muddy waters cleared to reflect diamonds dancing in the sky.
Passions
unveiled,
I cradled
sunrises,
corralled
sunsets,
invented
melodies
in words,
restored
peaceful
coexistence
@ judy beaston
January 21, 2011
At first
my life
cradled
sorrow
abuse
terror,
stifled
spirit.
Then I crossed a threshold where golden veins nurtured inspiration,
drove shadows backward, drew words, sounds, creativity forward.
Across barren lands, buds blossomed, paper cranes unfolded, flew
free; muddy waters cleared to reflect diamonds dancing in the sky.
Passions
unveiled,
I cradled
sunrises,
corralled
sunsets,
invented
melodies
in words,
restored
peaceful
coexistence
@ judy beaston
January 21, 2011
Dances Begin Later
Rain
sings along
tinted glass.
I listen.
Dances begin
later.
@ judy beaston
April 18, 2010
An Ode to My Muse
In times of shadowed screens you rise
from hidden spaces where you reside
bring poems, tales, some in disguise
dance as my fingers do abide.
Words pour forth, daring scenes unfold
conflict, humor, crafty voices
of characters meek, mellow, bold
forced into compromised choices.
This path to words I owe to you
I breathe delight, my joy exude
into the night, we type anew
scene after scene with you accrued.
@ judy Beaston
February 24, 2011