POETRY by D. L. Finn
ICICLES
The icicles dangle downward
Reaching for the substantial snow
Each drop bringing them closer
As the landscape merges into itself
It is silent in its existence
Until a raven reveals itself
Wondering what’s in the trash
Yet, the moment remains peaceful
Sitting and surveying in the chill
An instant promising potential
When there is no celerity
When crackling fires call
When surroundings are concealed
Soon, the renewal will be revealed
But now it’s the stage of contemplation.
For sustenance
For solace
For soul
To live on our abundance of the past
This is the gift of the snow
When we can replenish our hearts
In the silence of the icicles.
FREEDOM (Musings from the back of a Harley)
The freedom of the blue skies
Welcome us warmly back
Our path is asphalt
Our vehicle a mechanical horse
Our guide is the wind
Lush green walls soar
The sun illuminates the way
Oaks are waking up after a long nap
And I…
I fill my soul
With nature’s flowering renewal
Bursting with beauty and abundance
In the freedom of spring.
WHERE THE RIVERS MEET
Roaring white, pounding the granite
Swirling, swelling, splendor
The air is heavy with anticipation
It blows over me like a lover’s touch
Filling my heart with sweet floral ecstasy
I relax into the experience
Each breath carries away my worries
My eyes fill with abandonment
As the rushing liquid serenades me
Singing the praise of this paradise
Until the different directions converge
After a brief resounding rumble
They combine and continue on their way
Leaving the moment where the rivers meet.
OCEAN
As I sit perched up high on our lanai
Comfortable on my recliner in the shade
The ocean draws my gaze
Its sapphire and emerald water calls me
While the blue pool floats in its space—uninviting
I hear the sea’s song as it smashes onto the shore
The surfers ride its motion
The snorkelers gaze into its depth
And the swimmers float on its perception
Our attraction is undeniable
Opposites: one of air, one of water
It beckons, and I must respond
Offering myself up to the hidden world
Under the cerulean summon
I answer, embracing the ocean completely.
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So lovely, Denise. …”the gift of the snow”…you’ve captured the experience beautifully! ♥
Thank you, Gwen:) I never tire of admiring how beautiful snow makes any landscape.
I enjoy all of your poetry, Denise, but I must admit “Where The Rivers Meet,” is my favorite. It reminds me of my riverboarding days through the rapids of the Ottawa River. All the best on your tour and beyond!
Riverboarding through the rapids in Ottawa must have been spectacular. I can only imagine that since I observe the rapids from the shore:) Thank you, Mark!
Beautiful poems, Denise.
Thank you, John:)
Engaging poetry as always, Denise. And I loved how you conjured winter for me through “Icicles” despite the fact it’s sweltering outside. That is the power of words and excellent writing!
Thank you, Mae:) It is a different feeling reading about the chill of winter in the heat of summer, I agree! You are too kind, but I’m definitely smiling now.
Super lady, a giver of support and time and beautiful lines! ♥♥
Thank you, Billy. I appreciate that!
Lovely poetry, Denise. Clever that–“Musings from the Back of a Harley”.
Thanks, Jacqui! I enjoy the challenge of writing with the wind blowing in my face:)
The way you express yourself through these poems transports me right there with you, Denise! Great job!
Thank you, Jan:) Coming from a fellow poet that means a lot to me!
Lovely, Denise, I left a comment on Bette’s blog.
Thank you, Robbie:) I just saw it a bit ago. Thanks for dropping by here, too!
It’s winter here in Oz.” Icicles” portrays my view of the world outside my window so beautifully. “But now it’s the stage of contemplation.” It is indeed, my friend. The imagery you capture with your words allows the reader to be right there with you in that moment. This is a lovely selection, Denise. Bravo.
Thank you. Soooz:) I always forget you have the opposite and Christmas is warm. Enjoy that time of contemplation, it’s one of my favorite parts of the cold season.
Denise, I love your poetry. As I have said a few times, it touches my soul.
Thank you, Karen:) That commemt means a lot to me!