Poetic Spotlight: January 31st, 2009

This weeks poetic spotlight features two beautiful pieces. The first is from a new poet whom I adore. He goes by the pen name of Aardaerimus. Known for his beautiful music and his wonderful knack for seeing things perfectly behind the lens of the camera, he occasionally provides us with his written gems. The second piece is prose from an amazing lady and wonderful writer who is known well in many of the circles that I travel. Her name is Lauren Axelrod. I admire both of these writers tremendously and consider them both friends. I am very pleased to be recommending their work this week. A Kiss Beneath the Mountain by Aardaerimus is a wonderful account of the blooming of a new love in the cold of winter and I found it playful and simply beautiful. Don't Fear to Tread by Lauren Axelrod is a deep and wonderful portrayal of perhaps... the secrets of life. These are two pieces that are not to be missed. Check them out. I guarantee that you will not be disappointed! This week's votes from me: A Kiss Beneath the Mountain by Aardaerimus 5 out of 5 Don't Fear to Tread by Lauren Axelrod 5 out of 5

A Rough Week and a Lemonade Award: Thanks Icy!

It has been a crazy couple of weeks for me. I went back to work and two days later the company lost the contract that myself and 38 others were hired for, so they let us all go again. Then someone in my house didn't use the money that I paid them for the bills to pay the bills and I went without water for 4 days. In order to get the water turned on, I paid the bill again out of my pocket! Then... on Friday, I had a fender bender and now my car is parked in the driveway and in need of repair... such craziness! It really makes me wonder what I did to deserve such rotten karma. If it's true that things really happen in threes then I guess that I am safe for awhile. We shall see.

In the midst of all this craziness I received an award which I totally lost track of posting on! I was so suprised to find the comments today from Icy at Waveweaver who has been kind enough to give me a Lemonade Award! It makes me feel better to know that I am appreciated and loved.


I feel so bad to have forgotten this lovely gesture. Icy, I hope that you can forgive me.

Like Icy's today.com blog, my Poetic Expression blog is very new to the community and to receive this award is an honor! I'd like to extend a gracious thank you to my friend, Icy.

In keeping with the spirit, I would like to pass this Lemonade Award on to a few of my favorite blogs and bloggers:

1. Icy for Reach Beyond Limits
2. Lauren for Friends Revolution
3. Chato B Stewart for Mental Health Humor
4. Eric Strom for Eric Strom's Daily Song
5. Lanne for The Things that Women Do

These are all I have for now! Take a look at these blogs, and you will see why I nominated them for the award. Now it's your turn to pass this award on to 10 other bloggers or blogs that you like.


Congratulations!


-M


Update: Maybe my luck IS changing. I just got a call and I go back to work on Friday! Yay me!

Perfect Unison

source The lyrics of your soul Pouring onto white parchment Black ink covering Melding with a soft And sensual melody Engulf my senses Overflow my heart With enlightenment And run over once more-- Filling my soul With wonderous dreams Of alluring new chapters-- penned Into the fragmentary novel That conveys my life Dare I dream? Dare I speculate? Dare I lower my defenses For one final casting of the die? As I lay in slumber Upon my pillow tonight This melody echoes through me Your lyrics, your voice In perfect unison With the rhythm of my heart Should it ever cease in wake of morn One word shall whisper Through my parted lips... ~ Encore ~ —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Lighthouse at Grand Island

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Enjoy Each Moment

source Hollow body— Filled with nothingness Just a little air Pluck my strings Inspiring melody Pulled from my despair Stricken with ache Her gentle hands Will no longer play I miss those moments By far the most Every single day Loneliness— She never holds me Her favorite by far Against the wall I lean alone Her lonely old guitar Enjoy each moment Remember them well There may come a day When your most Beloved friend Can no longer play Sadness will creep Into your soul And then into your heart Take it from me Just one more weeping Lonely old guitar... —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Del Rico II, Another Perspective

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Poetic Spotlight

As I was going through my reading list today, I came across an excellent piece of prose that I would like to share for this week's Poetic Spotlight. This piece was written by Reilley , a poet that I have been following for some time now. To be honest, some of this man's poetry has brought me to tears.  "Forty Years On'" a gentle and romantic read with a contemporary feel, tells the story of forty years later. My favorite part: "Her charcoal hair was now diamond But the emerald of her eyes Had never changed." I won't give away the whole poem, you'll have to read it to learn more. But I believe it's well worth a read. Forty Years On a 5 out of 5. The second piece on today's spotlight is by Liane Schmidt.  Where the Streets are Paved Divine is just short of a trip to the candy store. I was taken aback by it's amazing imagery and depth of emotion.  It is a divine romantic and angelic inspirational piece with an interesting use of form, in prose. Where the Streets are Paved Divine  also... 5 out of 5

Basking

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The War

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Pine Cones

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Just Pink Tulips

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Poinsettia

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Guardian Angel

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Winter Wonderland

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River Bridge

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The Tower

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Life

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Fallen Stars

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Old Paint

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Violet

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Twilight Shadows

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Lighthouse at Brandt Point

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Japanese Garden

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Ballerina Blues

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Waterwheel

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Whisperings of Remembrance

source Windmills of bright colour, Turn the wheels of my mind. I think of days of splendor, Days of incredible happiness, Of hearts full of love, Of joy unbounded. Whisperings of remembrance fill my days, The sounds in my ears Are only of another time, A time when two hearts were intertwined, When two minds collided to become one. A roomful of people, Who could only be heard in the background, While the wheels of our minds turned together, And the breeze gently cooled the fire within our hearts. They heard the soft whispers, but could not understand. They saw the concept, but could not read the vision, For we did not let them in. Then the pain overshadowed us, Like a blanket of snow, Upon a tiny ember. The pain of a distance, Not of the heart or mind, But of miles, across the land. I would've come to you, Had I been able, I would've given you all, If I had it to give. Whisperings of remembrance fill my days, With a melancholy heart I see the past, And hope for the future, A future that may never come. But I cannot block the echoes, The sound of you from my ears, My thoughts, My heart. And I am lonely, For without you, I am but one again, And a part of my soul has been replaced, By a whisper of hope, A remembrance, A dream. —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Sunny Bouquet

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Within Castle Walls

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Freshly Picked

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Oregon Coastline

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Ocean Sunset

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Castle on the Hill

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Keyhole View

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From a Tiny Speck of Dust

source Conveyance of one's heart In poetic interlude Requires a bit of skill It's not a simple thing to do To build a mighty forest From a tiny speck of dust Thesaurus in one's hand Parchment, quill and ink a must At first to sketch the framework With the artist's mighty pen Then ambiance and color Softly wander in Throughout the toil and trouble Stroking with Thesaurian brush Springs forth from desolation Forest fashioned emerald, lush So therefore inspired comrades Arm thyself with tools of trade Contemplate poetic form Peruse a classic once per day Compile your toolbox wisely Furnish it with skills inside Your work will rise much higher From the aptitude you'll find For it requires more than talent And an artist's loving touch To build a mighty forest From a tiny speck of dust —Michele Cameron Drew  Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Past Indecision

source Indecision of the past, Etched into a stone's age, Fades love's fragile beauty, Into the arms of obscurity.  —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

The Star

original artwork by author                One evening as I looked up high, I plucked a bright star from the sky. I pulled it down in front of me, And was amazed. What did I see? There you stood in Heaven's shine. I had to have you for all mine. But the thing I did not see, Is you were not meant just for me. Heaven gives us stars above, For all of us to see His love, A blessing that can't be compared, A legacy for all to share. Perhaps someday down to Earth, You'll fall and there will be rebirth. And then maybe you'll be mine, Together 'til the end of time. But if it never comes that day, You know I'll love you anyway. I'll know deep down that you love me, As twinkling, you wink back... at me. —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

In the Wind

source In wind absorbed like summer rain, We walk through forest green, Where the weathered lineage falls, Fruit of the future tree. Off in the distance two bluebirds fly, Sweet melodies they sing, Rainbow over the bubbling brook, I wouldn't change a thing. Hands gently clasped, the crackle of twigs, Beneath our feet do fall. And the love we've waited for, Its moment comes to call. A moment cast in happiness, A seed for you and me, Planted now in such sweet taste, Fruit of the future tree. 'neath the colours of a perfect sky, Our touch of warmth and grace, First smiling kiss a gentle caress, Lips sweetest to the taste. Our hearts are filled with love and hope, No one else can take away. We pray to Him to guide us through, And help us stay this way. Where the weathered lineage falls, Fruit of the future tree. In wind absorbed like summer rain, We walk through forest green. —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.