Tag Archives: Climbing

CHECKERBOARD ABOVEBOARD, AND WHAT IT GETS ME CLIMBING TOWARD

Posted on August 30, 2016 by elainedanforth

When a pretty checkerboard that spans the floor comes aboveboard, its sunny yellow warms my spirit, its cooler blues calm my body mind, and, once I to a sky high spot along some magical bean stalk, have climbed, I bend … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Bean stalk, Calming, Checkerboard, Climbing, Color, Ear, Hear, Listen, Magic, Music of the Spheres, Senses, Spirit, Sunny | Leave a comment

A BAFFLING CROSSROADS

Posted on June 4, 2014 by elainedanforth

Amazed at a baffling crossroads, long I stand. . . While this was well foreseen, picking my next direction hereon in was not– could never have been– planned. . . a flat path or down-rolling road might seem to let … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Seasons, Summer | Tagged Acceptance, Amazed, Appreciation, Baffling, Bear Up, Choosing, Circular, Climbing, Confidence, Crossroads, Crux, Day, Destiny, Direction, Discern, Feeling, Flat path, Foreseen, Grope, Heart, Heavy, Highest, Hill, Holding Dear, Home, Hour hand, Intrepid, Lands, Lighter, Load, Lower, Mind Body, Minute hand, One by one, One foot in front of the other, Panoramic view, Path, Peace, Phase, Planned, Reality, Reluctant, Satisfaction, Seasons, Seeing, Sights, Sky, Slough off, Smiling, Span, Standing, Summer, Thought, Threshold, Universe, Walking, Watch, WInding road | 2 Comments

SPRING SO SHARP

Posted on March 17, 2014 by elainedanforth

Spring. . . so green. . . so sharp. . . so fresh. . . it comes up strong the grass grows tall, as its green blood flows and rises to he call, through keen-edged blades that shine back much … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Seasons, Spring | Tagged Awakening, Blades, Blood, Climbing, Comfort Zone, Core, Cut, Different, Feet, Flex, Fresh, Grass, Green, Groove, Hairpin, Hoarding, Keenness, Love, Mile, Movement, Normal, Right Left, Rising, Self, Sharp, Shine, Sluggish, Smile, Spill, Spring, Stagnation, Stream, Strength, Style, Sun, Swelling, Taking Sun, The Call, Turned on its head, Turns, Untapped Stores, Upward, Walk, Wholeness, Year | Leave a comment

PROVIDENCE IN THE FALL OF A PENNY

Posted on April 4, 2012 by elainedanforth

The longings of a poet belongings, trappings, wiles forlornness can go forefront or skips and steps can stretch the lips into the widest smiles. . . the words they gurgle in trickled stream near dry or torrent rush of rain … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Almond Cookie, Bard, Bubbles, Childhood, Chinese Cup, Climbing, Family, Finger Paint, Forlorn, Future, Hair, Make a wish, Make or break, Paint, Penny, Poetry, Pond, Prism, Providence, Rain, Rainbow, Reading Tea Leaves, Sesame Crackers, Skipping, Smiles, Steps, Stones, Stream, Tea, Tea Garden, TInt, Torrent, Ward, Wish, Wishing well, Writing | Leave a comment

Tag Archives: Climbing

CHECKERBOARD ABOVEBOARD, AND WHAT IT GETS ME CLIMBING TOWARD

A BAFFLING CROSSROADS

SPRING SO SHARP

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