Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life
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A Passionflower’s Desire
Thursday, July 26th, 2007

July kiss of fire
intoxicates like fine wine
potion number nine
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Grass Woes
Monday, July 23rd, 2007
sun caressed grass grows
blades greened by rain in silence
roots stretch for room in absence
chained to tidy rows
brave the heat mutely
scorched brown in still defiance
relieved by an appliance
sprinkling astutely
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July Magic
Wednesday, July 18th, 2007
blue moon resurrects
cast vibrant kaleidoscope
on warm July nights
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Whenever the wind blows
Friday, June 22nd, 2007
I hear a certain melody
in the gentle rustling of leaves
In the twittering of robins
are just delightful songs of life
Wildflowers swaying and dancing
bowing in such graceful curtsy
while blades of grass all bending low
wave after wave salute the wind
Trees their boughs and limbs uplifted
in due time join the chorus line
Beautiful music surrounds me
in truth whenever the wind blows
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Storm
Wednesday, June 20th, 2007
All the wreckage, horror and pain
twisted, dark abyss of anger
Fear’s orbit, a vicious trigger
cradle of ruins, death’s domain
Unpredictable, expected
challenge of nature and of God
Molding, mind-bending, Aaron’s rod
Echoes and cries, unexpected
A new hope and a beginning
dressed in sadness, cloaked in anguish
Trapped, in dark clouds of doubt, languish
with wings of freedom wait, spinning
Until it touches ground and soul
to make its mark be plainly known
Storm will come, its deafening drone
recall one God, all must extol
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Gather up the stars
Saturday, June 9th, 2007
ever changing in the dark of night
and dress the skies in ancient art
to shine on down and touch the seas
with its shimmering wondrous light
then, skim the surface like pebbles
and blanket the heavens in cold fire
to stir a brew of nonsensical desires
woven by frail shadows cast from afar
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prized blooms of wild
Sunday, June 3rd, 2007

to autumn, offer all possible shades of red
from orange-red tones through to cerise,
purply reds and deep scarlets, the dahlias
blooming madly, to last until winter’s frost
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Author’s Comments:
My first attempt at a quatrain. A quatrain is a form of poetry. The word quatrain is said to be derived from french (old french “quatre”) and latin (”quattuor” or “quatuor”) words that mean four. In its narrow meaning, the term is restricted to a complete poem consisting of only four lines. In its broader sense, it includes any one of many four-verse stanza form of poetry.
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As dawn breaks…
Thursday, May 31st, 2007
A shimmer turns into a glitter
bursts into a red orange light
Pink mimosas unfurl as if on cue
with their own style and grace
Squirrels with their own young
uncurl from sleep in a wink
A rustle and a stir somewhere
and then a new day begins…
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The twelfth sparrow
Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
Eleven little sparrows
out in the yard
I looked for the twelfth
I tried so very hard
I looked by the fence
and under the tree…
It wasn’t by the shrubs,
oh, where could it be?
Up at the oak tree
I looked twice over,
can this one bird be
just downright so clever?
I tried to check
just over the hedges,
it just wasn’t there
though I looked for ages.
Then out of the blue
it came swooping down low.
It was no other than
my missing twelfth sparrow.
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Author’s Comments:
W
hen we look at our lives, we always notice what we deem is missing. We search and search for it, trying to fill the void, making more mistakes getting into more trouble. Finally we wonder in desperation and do a soul searching that brings us back to our past deeds, be it good and/or bad. That is when it hits us: what we needed all along had been watching over us, waiting for us to notice His calls and cries. Sometimes, God has to swoop down right in our faces to attract our attention and make us realize that we missed Him.Click to leave a comment!     
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The beauty of the sea
Monday, May 28th, 2007
dapples of light and reflections
rolling waves froth, touch sands of white
soft, as silk wings of freedom’s flight
soothing salve of recollections
timeless ripples, priceless jewels
collecting echoes, memories
past and present, endless stories
horde of blessings, abyss of fools
mirrored eyes of the sky and earth
dear friend of solitude and dreams
the beauty of the sea, it streams
in winds of truth and waves of mirth
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