I started writing in the ninth grade while standing at large window on the forth floor of my high school. I would write in a free period or between classes. I would write of things I would think of or see out the window. I would attempt to rhyme my words and so called them poems.
I do not have formal training, nor do I follow rules that one could adhere to, when writing a poem. Th exception of course, would be a Haiku which after all, is not a Haiku unless written as such.
I would later expand my poems into stories or tells and the rhymes would wither, but not always. You will see many other writings of mine that are not poems, but now and again, I will pen a poem, in my voice, rhyming when I feel to or when a rhythm just appears. I hope you enjoy this collection of what I am calling Poetry.
As a side note, my Dear Great Aunt Norie wrote poems as well and I have published them along side my own for others to enjoy. Her poems do in fact rhyme and tell of times, stories and thoughts dear to her heart. You can read the introduction to her work here.
Taller than Me
He gave me this gift- Nothing is impossible-
My Youngest Son
i watch- as he breaths life in, changing what is around him.
Sometimes
Then there are … diversions …
Morning
She speaks with me-
There is this …
The time is still.
Let Light Be
Dark has its place …
Another Day
There will be …
Begin …
There is hunger in the unknown, in which always, is found-
Winds Sing
Anxious birds stir and twist, able feet clutching to small twigs-
Without to be Within
We do not have innate means to survive under her sky.
You’re
You do not know the what will be.
Her Voice
She lifts the Hope within my heart-
Still
Nothing is still …
a Weed
There had been a decision of- What would stay and what would go.
the Love of Rain
There are times we found ourselves- waiting for the train …
Rhythm
It is the rhythm of life that connects us- Separates us and sends us to those places of reflection … Causes pause in all that we are and do- Ultimately drives us to take action and move forward … In the best way that supports one’s life and those lives around us- It is the…
My Piano
Something I felt I could not do on my own-
The Chasm
we climbed the moon and stopped near the top.
When in the Moments
We live within the boundaries of a mortality.
Impressions
Her birthday this day, March 3, 1906 .. We loved toast and coffee.
In All Our Years
in all our years- and there are many of them-
Heart of Hope
This is my hope …
“Jena”
I feel her presence in the air, on the land, in her home.
Those Little Rooms
… where we live and do …
Michelle
Our mother held us for a day
Near You
what am i suppose to do-
Birds and Rain
Most birds do not fly, because of risks I’m told …
Surfing Life
The tropical fish were very colorful and for the most part, interested only in their daily life, foraging for food and swimming around doing what fish do.
Bird’s Sleep
The subtropical sunrise nowadays is a bit later here …
Just Live It
I do not recall if I thought of the imminent arrival of night. I just played the day as if there would be forever light.
Abundance
Abundance is not only the large quantity of something, but the presence of something we need in that moment.
Morning is Here
There is a quiet amidst as birds sleep in …
Acquainted with the Light
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet …
Love Thy Nature
… we have only been here for one second …
Sand and Sea
An intimate connection dives deeper than physical needs of one another …
love her this morning hour
i love to hear the song of feathered friends become excited from the hints of lights and begins.
Curves of Life
to happen a chance
In Lieu of the Stuff to Do
There are so many things which call to me.
Into the Open
The birds had been awake for some time now, chirping and fussing of this and that.
Love and Risk
Our attempt to live fully with another.
Wildflower in the Garden
Myself completely drenched in salt and ice, found her waiting-
A Bird and the Egg
“It’s too bad. Such is life.” …
Be the Earth for Another
There is great harmony in this relationship …
What is Heaven
You are in an open …
Our Souls
What is our soul doing in those early moments of day?
Colors Within
Reach for them-
He Carries Her
he carries Her to his favorite place-
Someone to Stay
We try to make it on our own, away from a home we once had …
love me as … I Love You
A love so free is all each of desires; To be accepted as we are, to be needed, to be loved.
Zephyr
the winds of time are many- the thoughts and dreams of one life- a soft breeze-
Daddy’s Home
… realizing i am here, for only a while.
Perpetual Thrill
Oh what a wonderful day-
Nature in Harmony
I ponder how will any of us be able to save the day?
The Little Sword
He must have used it, often and with ease, opening a letter or two. I like to think he did.
Covered in Cane Grass
Maui … it’s like a botanist’s dream ….
You Are My Compass
You alone, found me a home, a place to rest…
There is …
There is the hope, the when, the longing to be and do and to find.
Treystu Bara
Each day anew with challenges more than a few.
Heavy Rain
I’ve not noticed the lack of rain for some days now, here in Haiku.
This Way That Way
What serves those who sit and pout?
Carpentry and Beer
During a renovation; however, I saw things …
a school day
… I could not wait till it was time for recess.
Let’s Build Something
Perhaps to make it last beyond me …
of Land and Sea
nothing is permanent … not even rocks-
a Tattoo
embeds them in the canvas of your life
but Perhaps
I hope that one day we will come together again-
On the Beach
Your stillness mattered most, amidst the threat of driving rain.
as it Seems
Everything is as it seems.
“It was an uncertain Spring.”
We can only hope-
If not for Rain
If not for Rain … She is not ours to keep. She wakes us from our sleep. She breathes a life on Her own terms. … enlists the help of many worms. She lives life in Her own way. She rests in the still of the night. She turns our dark into day. She does…
Hold Me
There was much more to Charles Darwin’s Galapagos than he could have ever imagined.
Coffea
When I wake up in the morning I am awake. There is the kitchen. A selection of nine coffee cups wait patiently to be the one. I find fresh water flowing from a shiny reflective pipe and pour it into a shiny reflective pot. There is a container of liquid taken from the earth, brought…
Flurries
The layers have worn away, leaving little or no trace at all, of how they were connected. I realize something existed and must still, but ice or snow or air … warm or cool, buffers even the thought of a connection to those things that I felt were real and sound and always to be-…
Hugs
in nows, breathing in, breathing out, holding- close step one, closer step two, arms opening- each us, our own space, opened, vulnerable- slowly, firmly, affectionately, breasts touching- limbs seek and find, eyes closed … hearts open, bodies embracing- sweet and lush, air in and out, life in- still, still, still, hold, hold, holding- ba ba,…
a Thread
There is a Thread, frayed a bit, yet very soft and strong and true- Tis looped and laced deep within and running through all I do- the end of which is longing for you. ❤
Sepulchre
a poem by Eleonora
Intaglio
a poem by Eleonora
Despair
a poem by Eleonora
Wind at My Window
a poem by Eleonora
Wind on the Sea
a poem by Eleonora
Scherzo
a poem by Eleonora
Mask
a poem by Eleonora
Plastic
a poem by Eleonora
Impromptu
a poem by Eleonora
My Husband
a poem by Eleonora
Blond Lover
a poem by Eleonora
Bitter Words
a poem by Eleonora
Ignorance
a poem by Eleonora
In Situ
a poem by Eleonora
Senseless
a poem by Eleonora
Discovery
a poem by Eleonora
New Cat
a poem by Eleonora
Escape
a poem by Eleonora
Waiting Tree
I love that you took the time to visit …
Our Embrace
Some say time does not stand still- It moves as we, on and forward, up and down, left and right- And through all of this, we sleep and wake, we live and find joy, and hope and love, and believe that, perhaps it could, if only for a day, if only for a moment- And…
Listening to Her
I have known many people during my stay. Within me lives a quiet, kind and gentle Soul. She does not speak outwardly that often, but She does, constantly, daily and every minute and second of my life, speak quietly to me. I love Her. My body and mind have played the games of life, of…
Roots Desire
The soil does not question the desires of the roots, but allows them to grow. She holds water and food for the growing plant, and does not ask for anything in return. The roots embrace her slowly, strongly and lovingly- And then- The plant blossoms and gives the beauty of their collaboration to us all-…
the bird
knows not why She falls from the sky, knows not why the once light turns to night, knows not why the fun is all done, only to huddle and cuddle what’s left near and dear- however and always upon Her return, rejoices in song and thoughts of a sky as night becomes light and does…
We Are One
Stepping onto the forest floor, we know not the others’ thought, the events of the others’ day nor the plights each or both may have fought. As notes of music stir and rise, embracing each others’ lives we connect our soft hands, capable of moving lands- As our trunks become one, our shoulders strong, our…
Soon to Bloom
Silently the seed sits below the earth in darkness, wet and alone- As days of sun warm the earth and seed, soon- Stirs and wakes, changing completely from once to new. As first breaths are taken and water sipped, the sun ebbs the precious life into full bloom. In those moments when all that matters…
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In All Our Years ™ 