The Swallow Tail Kite
glides into view over the roof
and catches my eye.
Then as quickly and quietly is gone,
leaving my gaze on the pale blue patch of sky
between the trees
with their Spanish moss
and the Jagged rooftop.
I wait for it to circle around,
but it never does.
One misty, moisty morning
When cloudy was the weather
I met a fine young lass
Dressed all in feathers!
She was full of compliments
And I was full of grins
With a How do you do
and a How do you do
And a How do you do
Again!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Poem from a collection of Children's poetry, from memory!
Does anyone remember this?
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
That worthiness is the thing that was missing in my early years.
There is a book that has convinced me that I am equally deserving of my life
as anyone or anything in the universe -
that the universe spawned everything and everyone to this moment and beyond -
each of us unique and meant to be here!
The book, is THE GREAT WORK, OUR WAY INTO THE FUTURE, by Thomas Berry
In this book you find the amazing story of the indigenous peoples of the Americas and how they revered their place in nature and the universe, and had deep respect for all life.
"Desiderata" was translated by Max Ehrmann in 1927
There are songs that we sang forever
and perhaps never noticed the poetry of the lyrics,
like this line:
..a drop of golden sun.
From which song?
?
Thanks to J.M. Akers - The song is from "The Sound Of Music", ...do a dear a female dear, ray - a drop of golden sun!
Reprinted from June 2013 from LainesBlog
©LaineQuinn
It is a lie - any talk of God
that does not
comfort
you.
Poem by Meister Eckhart, 13th century mystic, translated by Daniel Ladinsky.
What nourishes you
in the middle of a Pandemic?
What nourishes you
when political forces take a dark turn
and plunge us into a past that should be long forgotten?
For me it is Poetry -
Poetry and Music that soothe my soul
and the beauty all around me -
flowers still blooming in our Florida gardens and
the angle of the sun in the trees at a certain time of day,
and of course the beach!
And happy dogs and peaceful cats!
And friends, young and old!
Let the autumn light reach you.
©2021 Laine Quinn, photo of Spanish Moss in Live Oaks at Washington Oaks State Park.
My, oh my! What more
Can I say; seeing lilies
On the peaceful walk?
Surprise lilies in the neighborhood!
©2020Laine Quinn
"The shore means many things to many people. Of its varied moods
the one usually considered typical is not so at all.
The true spirit does not reside in the gentle surf that laps
a sun drenched bathing beach on a summer day.
Instead, it is on a lonely shore at dawn or twilight,
or in storm or midnight darkness that we sense a mysterious something
that we recognize as the the reality of the sea.
For the ocean has nothing to do with humanity.
It is supremely unaware of man..."
And the ocean was there at the beginnings of life on earth,
spawning all that we know and recognize as our world,
over many many millions of years.
"Everything in that scene caused me to feel apart,
remembering that the relation of birds to the sea
is rooted in millions of years,
that man came but yesterday."
Rachel Carson, quoted from the book LOST WOODS The Discovered Writing of Rachel Carson, edited by Linda Lear.
Photos Credit, © Laine Quinn White Crest, Wellfleet Mass.
and Dark Sky, Herring Cove, Provincetown Mass.
and Black Skimmers, Vilano Beach, St. Augustine Fl.
Ecola
I walked by the sea-creek side.
The wind laughed, the gulls cried.
Sweet water lapped on the salt sand
between the deep sea and the deep land.
Ursula K. LeGuin
Years ago, Joseph Campbell told us that the poets would save us.
I begin to understand.
From Ursula K LeGuin's book of poems, "Late in the Day."
Joseph Campbell, in his series, "The Power of Myth."
Photo of St. Augustine Beach, ©2020LaineQuinn
From the book of poems, BLUE HORSES by Mary Oliver
...Bless the words with which I try to say
what I see, think, or feel.
With gratitude for the grace of the earth.
The expected and the exception, both.
For all the hours I have been given to
be in this world.
The multiplicity of forms! The hummingbird,
the fox, the raven, the sparrow hawk, the
otter, the dragonfly, the water lily! And
on and on. It must be a great disappointment
to God if we are not dazzled at least ten
times a day.
...
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
From the poem Good morning
Egret at the inlet taking flight! ©2019 Laine Quinn
I'd almost forgotten that daffodils were my Mom's favorite flower.
She'd be 100 this year,
if she had survived her difficult challenges -
impending divorce, depression, alcoholism.
Back in the 70's it was all behind closed doors.
I'll never know her as a wise old woman,
but as a woman,
who loved the ocean,
daffodils,
and her home.
I'd almost forgotten about the daffodils,
but then
I didn't
forget.
For my mom, Nancy T. Quinn, born April 12, 1918.
The daffodils are from my recent trip to the mountains in North Carolina, and yes, it snowed! And the daffodils bounced back by the afternoon! © Laine Quinn 2018.
...and then I came across this little gem and wanted to share it.
"...more peaceful than morning."
Unwrapping a delivery at the Gallery where I work, I spotted this. No photo required!
A Favorite Poem