be still my Tawny Frogmouth,
you have marched too long through midnight,
gout-ridden as my half-sleep eyes
throw snowballs wet as wizards' tongue
beneath the moon as crickets come
with gifts of fairy-tales and lullabies;
our newborn lamb of spring-time sings
of love and hope that now begins
this brand new day where angels' wings
warm heart and soul all living things
and comfort all who cry;
let winter ring her solstice bells
with summers hearts' of bluebell, rose and daffodil
with tendril hands more reaching than the stars that guide our ways;
our Christabel now sleeps her love
this troubled world shall rise above.
with new beginning comes
a path to better days;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: inspired by you. time now to go home;
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Nice write
thank you for reading and taking the time to comment;
most kind.
when I was far too young, to remember age numbers,
there was a place we stayed for an elongated summer,
the front doors gates, were literally on the curve of a major road, traffic choked for 16 hours every day,
but, the back yard opened-up to this expansive lush green garden, and at the bottom of the steep little dip, marking its end
there was a lovely stream, so translucent fresh and clean and full of smooth cobbled stones;
such a unique corner of the world, where two extreme's coexisted, either side of a place we called home, for a while...
(that's where your words took me back to
if only for a blessed - cherished, while
thank you!)
a beautiful write, dear Poet
'with tendril hands, more reaching
than the stars that guide our ways'
thank you L.B.
memories, for me, from times in a happy home, sadly taken;
how kind of you to see;
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