Horizon Virginia Carraway Stark Contours of A living world thread across The lines of hill and sky Plunging down and rising To meet the sea As undulations fold and sink Up and down In synchronized movements Of chaos As choreographed as ever Was any formal…
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Perspective
Perspective Virginia Carraway Stark An ant crawling Up the side of a cottonwood tree Doesn’t mind Me I should feel big staring at him But I feel as small as this ant The sky is a bowl Of vastness The clouds are mountains Towering above…
In Memorium
In Memorium Virginia Carraway Stark When you walk beside me I feel you take my hand You are lilac scented air You are sun warmed skin You are the pleasant breeze You are the sudden smile You are the tear in my eye You are…
Changes
Change Virginia Carraway Stark Do you feel How everything happens Now and then Without Knowing Change just comes Creeping in Pouncing On heavy feet Who knows what is Coming next Never knowing Always growing Hoping That what comes next Is better than the last
Grandmother’s Toy Box
Grandmother’s Toy Box Virginia Carraway Stark Mystical Magical toy box With unlimited Possibility Every time a new discovery Little red riding hood Flip her She turns into a wolf Puppets And dolls In handmade dresses and coats Storybook treasures Of pirates and ghosts Lego pieces…
In the Green
In the Green Virginia Carraway Stark Flutter A rustle A movement And then The chill edge Of the damp June wind Even the afternoons Can be cold Fluttering Rustling Leaves Flash Silver bellies Like fish In the pond of the planet Where currents flout The…
Little Mouse
Little Mouse Virginia Carraway Stark Little black teardrop Mouse Brought to the bearer of light Big eyes Of black Ness Eating up Potential with Little chittering teeth Long tail Dark brown fur Fallen to doom In this The thirteenth Of June
Bessburough Road
Bessburough Road Virginia Carraway Stark On Bessburough road In a little house Of white and blue There lived a grand lady And she was A grand mother too She endured pain And violent abuse And she still found time To give me hugs and kisses…
My Tears
My Tears Virginia Carraway Stark Pitter patter rain drops Falling this morning With my tears As I hear that you have Left this plane You were always full of love And you A sweet light The mother of my mother You were beautiful Pitter patter…
This Place
This Place Virginia Carraway Stark The leaves wave Away the tears And lines on your face They say it’s safe And make this place Paradise even for a day The wheel of fate Is graven here As is each roses thorn And every petal Made…