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As I walk along in life, my muses dance with reflection inspiring me to release the thoughts and emotions of my pondering mind through poetry.

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*plus the archive of my older poetry

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Spring Crystals

Spring Crystals

Alongside the edge of a curb
hidden under thin translucent ice
flow the melted crystals of winter
thawed free from the frozen grip
that locked them in for months.

Warm rays touch the thinning ice
the waters swell
accelerating down their course
on a carved out path to the river.

They gather items along their way
joining the frigid currents
until, the waters shed
the travelers off to the side.

Around cracks small rocks and
sticks fuse with mud and leaves
sealing the open spaces
forming mini pools.

Where I, a shoeless fairy, play
all afternoon with a friend
splashing and laughing
on a warm spring day.

©3/11 River

posted for One Shot Wednesday week 38 at One Stop Poetry
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Sunday, March 13, 2011

My White Stallion ~ Adventures in the Tetons - part 1

Adventures in the Tetons- part 1

My White Stallion

The year was 1997 we were moving west
cruising down 94 in an overloaded car
crossing borders of stolen lands
where the Black Hills stand guard

we enter the rustic land of dust and
pick up trucks, vast space with oilrigs,
a place where trees crowd few banks
and the sun bakes everything

Cowboy country here we come
ten miles in and our pony went down
expensive weekend fix leaves us broke
in a snag, even so, you cannot stop

three adventurous young souls on mission
a free spirit, a MacGyver, and their dog
moving lives across miles upon miles…
the mighty Volvo raged on through flats

up foothills and down into the valley
to see the Grand Tetons and visit
an old friend -we never left; instead,
we got jobs and the day we spent

our last buck was the day we were paid
cleaning messes made by tourists
poaching nights for steam showers
and entertained by the sheltered tourists

faces of fear of our loaded Volvo of sheets 
inching up the mountain blasting of cracked
muffler and David Byrne, a big dog and us,
wild cats looking out a bit scruffy in their world

our life was one found in novels, a way to be
they envied, thou if faced in life they reeked
of pity and fear; no care to us

we lived a dream of Buffalo and mountain
streams, fluffy beds and kitchen thrills
violets with smells of sage, and moments

of absolute freedom rushing through
my veins as I soared the valley winds with
my White Stallion.

© River 3/11

*Adventures in the Tetons is a series of poems written about my adventures in the Teton Mountains of Wyoming many years ago.  :)

The second poem in the series- A Teton Sunset

They are slowly coming, Sherry!  :)

posted for One Shot Wednesday week37 at One Stop Poetry- come join the fun!

Monday, March 7, 2011

Ancient Stones ~villanelle

Ancient Stones

Ancient stones speak tongues of history
a truth of time buried beneath our fears
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

Only a few can hear stones speak clearly
bestowed this dying gift they walk in tears
ancient stones speak tongues of history.

A history if lost is gone in misery
it bears wisdom of times we made unclear
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

Alone among the hills lives a gypsy
she hears stones tell ancient stories when near
ancient stones speak tongues of history.

One must believe and listen gingerly
in hopes to hear an ancient stone appear
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

Stones tell the truths we lost in memory
the day we ran like fools from nature’s sphere
ancient stones speak tongues of history
forgotten knowledge told as mystery.

©River 3/11

villanelle rules: 19 lines, 2 repeating rhymes and 2 refrains, 5 tercets and 1 quatrain, A1 b A2 / a b

A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 / a b A2 / a b A1 A2.- capitals refrain lower case rhymes.

1 and 3 line of 1st tercet repeated alternately in the last lines of the succeeding stanzas; then in the final stanza, the refrain serves as the poem's two concluding lines
from the French

posted for One Shot Wednesday week 36 at One Stop Poetry~ come & join the fun!

Saturday, March 5, 2011


INDECISION is the 2nd version of  the poem  A Tree Weeps.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A Tree Weeps

The tree weeps the threads of her patience.
A thinning web of tangled knots upon
a crumbling bridge of doubt

  on the edge of a raging river.

She treads rapids of indecision.
A hue of emotions and thoughts
rush against her skin, drowning her
in pain, and robbing her of voice.

  she silently calls out to Hera

Crouching against the weeping tree,
she prays for the guidance to know
the strength to decide which way
the twisted old branch points to go.

  a few threads of patience are left

She listens to her inner voice
leaving the weeping tree behind

  a torn heart walks her path alone.

pictures thanks to google images  :)

posted for One Shot Wednesday week 35 at One Stop Poetry~~ read some poetry or/and post a poem

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