Everywhere at the beach
The sun shines color
In Crepe Myrtle hues
Kicking at the sea
Happiness oozes from chirping little ones
Delighting sun kissed ones no longer young
Who fondly recall
Endless summer sand castles
Frolicking surf and friends
As day slips into twilight
Sifting sky and cloud gather their resources
Clamoring kids begin to tire as parents revive
Refractions of light flirt with rippling waves
Evening onlookers gather on the shores
Of a God loved planet of summer
Wearing shades of endless blue
The sea and sky embrace the setting sun
Spinning kaleidoscopes of color
The bay a hypnotic sheet of undulating blue
Meets sky blue heat glowing around a descending orange orb
Sending shards of light arcing cylindrically in impossible shades to conjure
Evening sky meets the sea
As sunset caresses horizons of blues and green
Splintering color forms canopies over awed onlookers
Lovers neck with July's sweetness
Amidst the scuppering hummers
Gleaning sweet ambrosia for their dreams
Daylight surrenders
Celebrations gather life
And moon flowers dance again
Delmarvalous cycles of lush summer fruits
Returning with fervor
Inspire all who care to partake
Time seems to standstill
For a few precious moments
Delicious warmth will ease us
Gently gradually the season shall pass
To those who have fed on the mothers milk
Hides thicken for endurance of a crystalline future
Copyright Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo
JULY 25, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
PROMETHEUS
The God of fire warms me well
His gift of flame helps us dwell
We give thanks for what is shown
In this great world all is known
The wrath of Gods could not bear
Oaths that felt so wrong to share
He gave flame for all to feel
Zeus flung death he could not heal
So his deeds to hell has paid
Pain he bore his life he laid
Hung out on a cliff was he
For all on earth plain to see
Bound on a cross strung to die
Up where birds peck out his eye
Flames of love still lick my heart
For this God who helped us start
A world with less icy cold pain
The race of men stood to gain
Pray for him whose soul shines rays
Odes to him all men's days
Copyright 2015 Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo (January 29)
His gift of flame helps us dwell
We give thanks for what is shown
In this great world all is known
The wrath of Gods could not bear
Oaths that felt so wrong to share
He gave flame for all to feel
Zeus flung death he could not heal
So his deeds to hell has paid
Pain he bore his life he laid
Hung out on a cliff was he
For all on earth plain to see
Bound on a cross strung to die
Up where birds peck out his eye
Flames of love still lick my heart
For this God who helped us start
A world with less icy cold pain
The race of men stood to gain
Pray for him whose soul shines rays
Odes to him all men's days
Copyright 2015 Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo (January 29)
Allegro
As I alone danced
With care and grace
Almost wholly entranced
To keep the pace
Loud grew the tune and fast
Quicker the beat
Truly those steps forecast
Lightness of feet.
Copyright 1974 Maria Terese Carmichael
With care and grace
Almost wholly entranced
To keep the pace
Loud grew the tune and fast
Quicker the beat
Truly those steps forecast
Lightness of feet.
Copyright 1974 Maria Terese Carmichael
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Valentine
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
I find stars under the eave
It's a land of make believe
That only God can conceive
But mere mortals do perceive
Snow is falling from the sky
Flakes land on me I do spy
They are crystals from up high
A winter scene upon my arm
I send to you my sweet charm.
Copyright 2015 Maria T. carmichael DeSalvo
Mid- Winter Snow
Whilst I do dream with eyes bright
Flakes of snow swirl with height
And float by iced waves of light.
Like prayers taking fancied flight
Angel-dust plays with my sight
To quench my thirst for delight.
Winter may seem hard to bear
Truly, heaven clears the air.
Healing Rays come into me
At this time more easily.
Even animals appear
Squirrels, birds not just Reindeer.
Impish felines on the prowl
Giving dogs reason to howl
Penguin like birds seek for food
With does in my neighbor hood.
They beg for grains, nuts and seed
That is my pleasure to leave.
I adore to watch them eat
That I provide from God's feat.
Snow for them is nothing new
For nature is just a cue.
Creatures respond rapidly
Storms are not their tragedy.
Snow for them is nothing new
Whilst men complain cars askew
Wise ones use snow to renew.
Soon, winters weeks will be few.
Copyright 2015 by Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo
Keeper of the Light
Fantastic are snow star flakes
Breath of Mother in our face
Just an instant do they show
Capture fast before they go.
Winged Snow Stars float to earth
A new world helped to birth
Energy for all to grow
The God of light doth bestow
This magic gift with lust
Wondrous is this angel dust.
Delight do I to witness
Aspire to forgiveness.
My soul doth love this gift
Icy cold blindingly bright
It drives me to reach for light
Removes darkness from the night.
Cooyright 2015 Maria Carmichael DeSalvo
Fantastic are snow star flakes
Breath of Mother in our face
Just an instant do they show
Capture fast before they go.
Winged Snow Stars float to earth
A new world helped to birth
Energy for all to grow
The God of light doth bestow
This magic gift with lust
Wondrous is this angel dust.
Delight do I to witness
Aspire to forgiveness.
My soul doth love this gift
Icy cold blindingly bright
It drives me to reach for light
Removes darkness from the night.
Cooyright 2015 Maria Carmichael DeSalvo
Friday, January 30, 2015
Ode to KAREN, who LIGHTS up a Room
Surrender did she to God and Eternity
Granted did He her un-silent plea.
For she is here with children so dear
And it reminds me to be grateful of her this year!
As thoughts of verse enter my mind
I attempt to describe her in kind!
The poem that follows is of the heart
New beginnings; great places to start!
Golden starlight captured in a jar
Would pale beside the sun you are.
Giving sparkle, thoughtfulness and cheer
Your brilliance refreshes all who are near.
Noting earth time freckled with polarity
Using strife to bring more clarity
Growth continues to inspire
Yet still, struggles lead her Spirit Higher.
With so much grace upon her face
Does she pray to find her place.
Friends and Family marvel at her wit
And wonder would strife find us so fit?
Baffled and confused are we
Who use your light to see
When dusk descends upon your brow
What sentiments will babes feel now?
Luckily for all within your sphere
Clouds or darkness do not stay near.
Angels and Saints clamor around
Keeping your feet lightly on the ground!
Copyright Maria Terese Carmichael 2010
Surrender did she to God and Eternity
Granted did He her un-silent plea.
For she is here with children so dear
And it reminds me to be grateful of her this year!
As thoughts of verse enter my mind
I attempt to describe her in kind!
The poem that follows is of the heart
New beginnings; great places to start!
Golden starlight captured in a jar
Would pale beside the sun you are.
Giving sparkle, thoughtfulness and cheer
Your brilliance refreshes all who are near.
Noting earth time freckled with polarity
Using strife to bring more clarity
Growth continues to inspire
Yet still, struggles lead her Spirit Higher.
With so much grace upon her face
Does she pray to find her place.
Friends and Family marvel at her wit
And wonder would strife find us so fit?
Baffled and confused are we
Who use your light to see
When dusk descends upon your brow
What sentiments will babes feel now?
Luckily for all within your sphere
Clouds or darkness do not stay near.
Angels and Saints clamor around
Keeping your feet lightly on the ground!
Copyright Maria Terese Carmichael 2010
Winter Solstice
The morning was a frosty, silvery blue,
Even the sun could not shine with a golden hue.
It's orb silhouetted under silvery sky
The ghostly light it did cast within the clouds so high.
Sugary clumps of powdered snow
Clung to rooftops, trees and branches below.
Hushed admiration in commuters hearts
Reminds me how our day should start.
Godly connections with gratitude.
For we are never completely in solitude.
Within us all is God similarly
To realize we are all one big family.
But within my surname is a link
An embryonic family when time did blink.
I am reminded this New Year.
Of all of them who are so dear.
I do especially remember one.
Whose illness may have affected the sum.
She's better now and all so good.
Because her struggles are understood.
The morning was a frosty, silvery blue,
Even the sun could not shine with a golden hue.
It's orb silhouetted under silvery sky
The ghostly light it did cast within the clouds so high.
Sugary clumps of powdered snow
Clung to rooftops, trees and branches below.
Hushed admiration in commuters hearts
Reminds me how our day should start.
Godly connections with gratitude.
For we are never completely in solitude.
Within us all is God similarly
To realize we are all one big family.
But within my surname is a link
An embryonic family when time did blink.
I am reminded this New Year.
Of all of them who are so dear.
I do especially remember one.
Whose illness may have affected the sum.
She's better now and all so good.
Because her struggles are understood.
Surrender did she to God and Eternity
Granted did He her un-silent plea.
For she is here with children so dear
And it reminds me to be grateful of her this year!
Copyright Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo 2010
Vernal Equinox 2014
Where shall I go to hear such deep night sound where I can at once be safe and snug and near to sleep? Have not I appreciated such majestic beauty knowing that the country sounds made in these gentle hills are eternal here. The wooded horizon straight ahead of me is where the sky meets earth lined with the soft brown silhouettes of awakening trees that barely hint of burgeoning spring. So very shortly they will seem to scream their arrival of flowers like colored lace. Hark I hear the calling sounds of nocturnal creatures I can only imagine, celebrating a seasonal awakening and an instinct to create on this midnight evening. The streams are echoing with the mating sounds of amphibious life forms. And I sit perched, enthralled, fortunate and completely spellbound listening to the sounds of a vernal equinox's silence.
Yet as the opaque moonlight deepens it's ethereal glow, it is difficult to let go of this ephemeral moment. A season, a place so dearly cherished so deeply acknowledged it has become a part of me, etched it is upon my soul forever. This softly veiled evening of magic will halt when my eyelids flicker into heaviness, so I listen enchantingly haunted by a fear that there may not be an encore.
Dreams of Pennsylvania farmlands with old red barns steeped in German designs echoing travelers from the past. Undulating hills lined with serpentine stone walls and even larger red barns of old wood topped with copper weathervanes whose emptiness and disuse encourage wild turkey vultures to nest within. Envisioning huge stone hearths centuries old strung with cast iron chains suspending black cauldrons over leaping orange flames. Imagining it once had held wild venison stew scenting the air with spicy warmth. Punctuated with birdsong as the awakening fields lace the air with loaminess and all the living creatures that inhabit this magical place intoxicated by the spell of spring and overjoyed that the soon to burgeon trees shall offer their plentiful gifts to all who will see and hear the glory of God.
Where shall I go to hear such deep night sound where I can at once be safe and snug and near to sleep? Have not I appreciated such majestic beauty knowing that the country sounds made in these gentle hills are eternal here. The wooded horizon straight ahead of me is where the sky meets earth lined with the soft brown silhouettes of awakening trees that barely hint of burgeoning spring. So very shortly they will seem to scream their arrival of flowers like colored lace. Hark I hear the calling sounds of nocturnal creatures I can only imagine, celebrating a seasonal awakening and an instinct to create on this midnight evening. The streams are echoing with the mating sounds of amphibious life forms. And I sit perched, enthralled, fortunate and completely spellbound listening to the sounds of a vernal equinox's silence.
Yet as the opaque moonlight deepens it's ethereal glow, it is difficult to let go of this ephemeral moment. A season, a place so dearly cherished so deeply acknowledged it has become a part of me, etched it is upon my soul forever. This softly veiled evening of magic will halt when my eyelids flicker into heaviness, so I listen enchantingly haunted by a fear that there may not be an encore.
Dreams of Pennsylvania farmlands with old red barns steeped in German designs echoing travelers from the past. Undulating hills lined with serpentine stone walls and even larger red barns of old wood topped with copper weathervanes whose emptiness and disuse encourage wild turkey vultures to nest within. Envisioning huge stone hearths centuries old strung with cast iron chains suspending black cauldrons over leaping orange flames. Imagining it once had held wild venison stew scenting the air with spicy warmth. Punctuated with birdsong as the awakening fields lace the air with loaminess and all the living creatures that inhabit this magical place intoxicated by the spell of spring and overjoyed that the soon to burgeon trees shall offer their plentiful gifts to all who will see and hear the glory of God.
Chrystal Silken Strands
CHRIST-EL SILKEN STRANDS
Floating down a sea of Rapture
Memories and Desires
Past and Present
Weave as One.
.
Slipping out of body
Where all is distant
And Space feels free
I'm nestled in waves of Ecstasy.
Transported to a gauzy cavern
Where temporal sentinels Grand
Are about me like God's Hand
Ailments vanish I'm aware
Of being a body made of air.
Not ready to relinquish
A place so sublime
I languish with Divinity
While I drink Universal Mind.
Aware of this other dimension
Whilst my body's in its bed
Surrounded by crystals
Placed around my head.
My higher form as ether now
Helps my slumbering one
Ensconced in cotton covers
This snowy January morn.
Enjoying luminous strands of color
Soft winds of movement
Carry me to a hidden dimension
Woven between the snowflakes.
Alas I'm ready to alight
From this wondrous magical flight
Luminosity rekindled within
I look out the paned window.
Snowflakes dreamily aloft
Begin to slow, light appears
To ponder the mystical frost
As the storm billows by.
copyright © 2015 Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo (1/30/15)
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