In Upper Falls, sings the lower octave, under the violin.
Children start lessons tightly furled
The arm loosens, the bow swings, and the petals begin to unfurl. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Poetry
uPoets Show It: “Too Big for My Past” by Brenda
Drum roll please, my first off-blog publication of a poem for many years! Woo-hoo, doing a happy dance, thanks wePoets Show It!! I hope you will check it out. If you like poetry, wePoets Show It is a great community. With affection, Brenda
Dragonfly Dances in Three Haiku
Dragonfly dances;
Rainbow wings, shining, flashing,
Magic spins aloft.
Last will come winter
Leaving shadows, memories
Of summer soaring.
Never forgotten
Is the dance of the fairy
In glen, fen and den.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Love Letter to Elm Bank
You welcome me with sweeping views, Continue reading
Ruby Tuesday – 47
Another wonderful fairy tale micropoem, this time by On Dragonfly Wings. Enjoy and Happy Tuesday! Warmly, Brenda
Caladiums
Colorful parasols
Keeping fairies dry
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© by rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2013
Garden Green
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
the song of the birds for mirth,
one is nearer God’s Heart in a garden
than anywhere else on earth.
Far up a hill in Edinburgh City are acres of garden.
I headed up one sunshiny day
escaping the din of castles, pubs and tourists.
Tranquility was far from me,
my mind too busy, too full of deadlines.
To All in Pain Everywhere and Those in Sympathy
So many people are in pain, deep in their quiet lives. So many of us know people we love who are in pain. This poem and these flowers from my walk are a trifle, a brief balm, that cannot cure but are given in the hope that pain can ease for a few moments. I will be taking off a week to rest and renew with my family, and in the meantime, I leave you my love and caring, especially to all the children who skin their knees, who bang their heads, who hear harsh words or who suffer even worse than that. Take care of our children everywhere, inside us and out.
Through the Looking Glass
by Lewis Carroll (1872)
Child of pure, unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet and
I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy tale.
Friendly Fairy Tales 