Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

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Fertile Words

Take a pencil, made of wood,
and paper made from trees.
Jot your words, draw your lines,
and make a moment freeze.

How long can you hold it there?
Until it rots and then
it feeds the forest floor
and becomes a tree again.

 

#43

After the Rain

Mornings after rain
are filled with new beginnings,
sunlight, and wonder.

Sunlight through water
kindles rainbows and a dream
to follow ‘til night.

Night brings the release,
sparks and rumbles in the dark
‘til morning shines through.

 

#21

Day and Life

Over, under, over, under
Like a twining Celtic knot.
Under, over, under, over.
Seed to plant to bloom to rot.

Curve and spin, curve and spin.
Like the giddy spiral dance.
Spin and curve, spin and curve.
Hope to thought to deed to chance.

Up and down, up and down.
Crashing wavelets crest and cream.
Down and up, down and up.
Stream to cloud to rain to stream.

Rise and set, rise and set.
Shimmer cold and blazing spark.
Set and rise, set and rise.
dawn to day to dusk to dark.

 

#283

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