Vancouver Island View

 

 

 

 

(Writing Poetry-  my digital music composition)

 

 

By far the fairest in the land,

snow-white Mount Baker floats-

a towering, ethereal castle cloud-

over distant curves and layers

of hazy, blue-gray horizons.

Romancing midsummer sunlight,

a breeze ripples water with delight

as spell-bound white sailboats

move dreamily in a slow dance

beyond the rocky, sea-grass beach.

I press magic buttons and

our side-windows yawn.

I turn my magic key.

The car engine quiets.

Conversation stops.

Fairy-dust in the breeze invites

silent reverie and dreams.

Eyes close, guards down, we rest-

two sleeping beauties-

on the Isle’s enchanting shore.

 

July, 25, 2011

 

May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

Declaring Love of Poetry

(Close Your Eyes and Ride the Stream-  my digital music composition)

P.B. Shelley

‘They say I was an atheist.

God knows it isn’t true.

I worshipped Him in Nature

with my heart a humble pew!’

 

I have had an enduring love of Poetry in every timeline of every life on this planet no doubt.

This Shelley says a cheery ‘Hi!

Time Travelers (original)

Time Travelers
Subject: computer photo of our travels
Message:
Attached, old friend,
a photo of you and I
traveling Time together
again before we die.
I captioned here:
Sinai shore, Red Sea…
A treasure chest
of ancient memories.
Looked to the horizon.
Saw the ships pass by.
Centuries deleted.
Answers to a ‘why?’.
Me, a fierce pirate!!!
Remember when
I captured you,
witch-doctor then?!!
African healer,
you served my crew.
Travel companions
through other lives too.
These New Versions
of who we now are
light years ahead
and better by far!!!
Update the Profiles.
Post to the Blog.
Scan Death’s Horizon.
Add to Life’s ‘Log”.
Shelley Wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
January 12, 2008

Time Travelers

Time Travelers
Subject: computer photo of our travels
Message:
Attached, old friend,
a photo of you and I
100_0392Cindy's pics 161Cindy's pics 2 060traveling Time together
again before we die.
I captioned here:
Sinai shore, Red Sea…
A treasure chest
of ancient memories.
Looked to the horizon.
Saw the ships pass by.
Centuries deleted.
Answers to a ‘why?’
Me, a fierce pirate!!!
Remember when
I captured you,
witch-doctor then?!!
African healer,
you served my crew.
Travel companions
through other lives too.
These New Versions
of who we now are
light years ahead
and better by far!!!
Update the Profiles.
Post to the Blog.
Scan Death’s Horizon.
Add to Life’s ‘Log’.
Shelley Wilson—‘ariel’shelley’
January 12, 2008

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
Home and the memory of Home
so distant now—so far away
the angry Earth, like Mars before,
covered with blood of Man and Beast.
Terror rules the land, the sky, the sea.
How did this horror come to be
that every Fear has led to War
and fragile Freedoms are denied?
Weapons command and Man obeys.
All eyes become the eyes of spies.
All actions are potential threat.
Enslaved in nightmares Mad Men made,
force-fed by prejudice and hate,
we live our self-created fate—
Attack, Destroy, or Watch and Wait.
The voices of a better way
to give our Home a Peace crowned Day
are silent now…
False hope remains for Life on Earth.
And so, we travel ‘midst the stars’
seeking Life for other Wars.
February, 2005