shamanic journey
a red dragonfly comes
to guide the canoe
© Jane Reichhold
shamanic journey
a red dragonfly comes
to guide the canoe
songs of gulls inspire
rumble of the rapids
© Tournesol ’15
Tag: inspiration
purity (haiga)
This amazing photo, Karuna took at LivingLearningandLettinggo inspired me.
pure essence
whimsical petals whisper
dark shadows begone!
© Tournesol ’15
Celestial brush strokes
I certainly never hide the fact
that I love to take many photos of the sky…
cloudy, sunny and especially sunsets.
Fortunately, I am able
to see amazing sunsets on our rooftop
at work in the milder weather….
so soon I will be able to capture
those hues of magenta, orange and
purplish blues mixed in the horizon.
But my photos are very amateur;
not having proper equipment, I feel
I can never capture the beauty
that this blogger/photographer does,
nor do I have her talent.
And that is why artists need admirers
and viewers as I enjoy to look
with regard, appreciation and admiration.
The first image I saw when I woke up this morning was this beautiful masterpiece that nature creates day after day but only a few select eyes can capture and actually share with the world.
This is one of them.
Check out Michelle Marie’s blog at Tell Me About It
to see the endless images she creates and
the lovely words of inspiration she adds in her poetry.
Their spirits unite
tranquil
readying for night-
fall…still,
this moment
so serene
cascades in between
daylight
and
twilight;
celestial beings
gather
their brushes…
together…
brush,
stroke,
hush!
and admire,
brush
that does caress
our skyline
with finesse,
sweep
here, there…
with endless
enduring wear…
Now shush!
hear the chorale
breathing life
effortless…
mime
Ahhhhh!
rhyme
meditative
and sublime
now hush!
hear my heart-
beat, rush
as I see this
vision of
divine bliss
a masterpiece
melts in the horizon.
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/04/05
All rights reserved for poems and photography. If you are interested in sharing or knowing more about this photo, please contact the original artist/photographer Michelle Marie.
Thank you, Michelle Marie, for giving me permission to display and share your masterpiece here you had originally given as an offering to Belinda
Fight like a Girl! (Haiku)
Some people just make a difference
motivate, mentor, guide you in life
I had many teachers, advisers
but some just totally inspire you
that’s what SG and LK do for me
Fighting with all their might
despite their Cancer plight
They’ll certainly not lose sight
who the real victors and winners are
as they triumph over this challenging fight
because they’ll be fighting this fight like A GIRL!
Hey! Fight like a Girl!
Grit your teeth, lean on your friend.
Courage thus defined.
Inspired too reach out (haibun)
We Drink Poetry Inspiration – Prompt #012 What Inspires You
This is not poetic in nature, and to call it a free verse is using the term loosely. However, I wanted to share where my writing all began at Alecoute-Ntouch, a site informing folks of workshops I was offering on life skills and professional and personal development. But then I got acquainted with WordPress and the world of blogging and discovered I had a lot to say too…
(haiku)
An idea simmers.
Words produce an awareness
conscious convictions.
I began writing to voice my thoughts
with Cher Shares, that was my first start,
voicing opinions, I sure did have a lot;
And then I was inspired by Herding Cats
that’s when my vision shifted a tat
I got on my soap box hoping to make a dent
at Stigma Hurts Everyone I wanted to vent,
yell out to the world that which is important
to me, things just needed to be heard,
nothing exceptional because some
may even have a knack to say it better
but maybe if we shout out loudly together
our voices may be heard that much noisier.
And then Cher Shares became a comfort zone
to write a story here, there, or even a poem
And, that’s the tale of how it all started
my story of a humble love affair
of words that I write from the heart
of passion, love and sometimes conviction
that’s why I blog, where I got my inspiration.
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/02/25
Variations of creation
The budding flower come springtime
the eggs we eat every day
larvae, maggots may look like slime
all have their place in their own way
the pupa, fawn, owlet and nymph
all mark the start of vital roles
we know not all to what their goals;
the pup, the calf, kits and tadpoles
the fry, the kid, and joey`s start
in life they ask but just to thrive…
slow motion of the caterpillar
observing magic in the making
those of our great divine creator,
turning this worm into a butterfly,
a mystery, we just not ask why,
lending regard fittingly due
of God`s creation every day.
Do not compare or denigrate
stick out your chest with false bravado
sneer not at fawn, piglet or farrow
assuming they`re subordinate;
the colt, lamb, eaglet and tumbler
all have their place among the ether;
I could go on and on this way
but know you haven`t got all day.
Presuming all of God`s creations
and every living breathing thing
’tis not just babes of human beings
worthy of ripples in exaltation,
we all are part of God`s creation
much bigger than we`ll ever know.
mere spec of some greater foundation
we`ll never see until we go
to parts unknown to feeble minds
yet some have witnessed a shining glow
before departing this earth in kind…
white radiant glow that they have seen
and smiled before their souls took flight
I know! I saw Grand-Papa smile
and whispered he had seen the light.
Creation here on earth is slight
of greater magnitude thereof
some day we`ll know but until then
we`ll try to figure out the night
celestial skies that sparkle bright.
© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/02/18
Teachers’ Appreciation Day
I am a bit late in submitting this and I have only listlessness to blame. First day of my long awaited vacation I am spending NOT on balconville but pretty much close to le balcon.
This is humbly written (because I don’t write as many real poets I know) but it is from the heart. If it were not for some amazing teachers I had growing up, I may have slipped between the cracks. I do appreciate this difficult vocation because I do believe that it is a vocation for good teachers who go beyond their mandate. And yes, many do. I only worked 5 years teaching a very easy course and could not believe the work involved to keep courses alive and students engaged but that is what you need to do…keep them engaged.
I am sure you all can remember a teacher or two (I’ve had more) that inspired you and mostly that believed in you. So here are my thoughts…
Dear Teacher,without your guidance I’d not be
here writing any form of poetry. You taught me my ABC`s
and how to write with ease
entrenched a love of word
my nose so often in a book
I did not know I could afford
to have become so hooked. Arithmetic, geography,
literature and history
opened my mind to the world
except for algebra and geometry
I did not seem to catch on fast
until university
where a humble math professor
with immense serenity
unassuming and patient…
a quality math teachers
could benefit in the future…(hint)
I breezed through with an A minus! I learned much more from you, Teacher
but it was still sown in academia
whether you were French or Latin teacher,
Physical Education or Drama..
you inspired and moved me to awe
encouragement and self-worth
filled me with determination
stirred such an inspiration
and allowed me to believe
in me… and not give up
you sealed my fate
a long time ago
today …I can`t seem to satiate
my thirst and hunger for truth…
knowledge and understanding
of life by examining, exploring,
investigating, discovering
realities about humanity
probing with curiosity. Dear Teacher,
many years ago
you lit a flame
that`s still aglow . So on this Teacher`s appreciation Day
I thank you all for filling minds
and mostly rousing souls…
stirring them to reach their goals.
Thank you evermore. © Cheryl-Lynn 2014/02/14 PostScript: I just noticed a prompt at The Seeker’s Dungeon and I think this would qualify as a good contribution as well to who has inspired me to be the person I am today.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
