Archive for Poetry

Autumn Poem

Posted in Nature, Poetry with tags , on September 8, 2009 by Outdoors2


Honied yellow dripping gold,

Leaf of autumn in the cold

Dancing on in crisp despair

Whirling on enchanted air

Falling silently to earthen tomb

Away from tree’s rooted arm

Perhaps the silence broken then

By hollow cries of autumn grief

Synchronized with the falling leaf


S.K.Lindeman

Had to bring this one up front
Originally posted 01Oct07

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My Fast

Posted in Blogroll, Creativity, Life, Love, Poetry, Seasons, Uncategorized with tags , on March 21, 2008 by Outdoors2


If I was coming off fast
and my love of it, was pure
The best of the best
would be…
what I wanted for sure

Each of us has our own
So to recommend isn’t fair
just get what you’ve been missing
I just know that you’ll care

The test of time will have taken
it’s toll on your tongue
If only you knew
of what my fasting is from

Mine wasn’t Chocolate or Honey
tho sweet it is true
My restrictions were of
the wonderful tasting of …You

~Me

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All Four

Posted in Blogroll, Creativity, Life, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Spirit, Uncategorized with tags , , on March 15, 2008 by Outdoors2

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When new life emerges
and blossoms abound
the crisp leaves the air
with warmth of the ground
Come birds and the worms
the gnats and the bees
long summers drag on…
then the  falling of leaves
Cold… wind driven storms
with icicle’s and chill
four seasons all pass
as our world is not still

© ~RRS, ~Outdoors2

Artwork by…Kuryosity

Trove

Posted in Blogroll, Creativity, Life, Love, Poetry, Spirit, Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 3, 2008 by Outdoors2
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Treasures saved
and stored for time
dimmed tho dark
still buffed to prime
allow all locks
to be undone
with each key
two hearts as one
Upon opening
of ones chest
Shining jewels
shall show their best

©~RRS, Outdoors2 3/08

a Tree and a River

Posted in Blogroll, Friends, Life, Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , on February 29, 2008 by Outdoors2

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a Tree and a River
Role reversals as they grow

The need for each other is always there, Always supporting the other whether the water is brushing the roots or not. The River gives life to the Tree with it’s nourishment and the Trees’ root strength confine the River to its banks. When the River swells the Tree may topple, But certainly clinging to the banks with the tiniest threads for self preservation, knowing if it is plucked from the earth and cast off it is nevermore. The Tree stays close enough to the source of nourishment so it can still survive with minuscule effort and care from the River. Still the Tree holds on, not to succumb to the torrential waters as they erode away the slopes. Then through time, refreshment and reflection, the Tree starts to rebuild, renew with a rebirth. Not as it was. But stronger now that it’s previous branches take hold the silt and burrow to grasp deeper. Still fully aware this very well could be it’s last chance, For another storm of greater intensity would surely carry it to the tangled jam below. With nothing but confusion among its mass. Slowly the Tree will grow strong again with the fulfillment of its need from the River. As the River stays within it’s course and strays not from its channel with the myriad of the Trees new growth, expansion and strength.Till the damn Logger comes and shreds all hope

~RRS, ~Outdoors2 2/08

Winter doldrums

Posted in Blogroll, Creativity, Friends, Life, Nature, Uncategorized with tags , on February 24, 2008 by Outdoors2
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It was there on the carousel when it was ready to start
but the switchman had to leave and she jumped out of sight
I sat on my pony and waited till dark
I was all by my self only one in the park

She never came back and I thank as I sat
Wondering where I could find the golden ring at
It hadn’t come round for a day and a half
as I sat on my pony still trying to laugh

I sit and I wait for the gears to engage
its that ring on the hook I so wanted to hold
But the park has been closed now for a month and a day
So i just sit where I sat waiting for someone to play

~RRS, Outdoors2 2/08

The Journey

Posted in Blogroll, Life, Poetry, Uncategorized with tags , on February 21, 2008 by Outdoors2

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
–Mary Oliver–