Tag Archives: Rhythm

THINGS COME IN THREES

Posted on February 15, 2018 by elainedanforth

Three blind mice. . . tic tac toe. . . Things come in threes roll off the tongue with clever rhythm, grace and ease, though’s said that three counts up to crowd, in issues touching belles and beaux. Ergo, seems … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Ease, Grace, Meetings, Music, Repetition, Rhymes, Rhythm, Rote, Three's a crowd, Threes, Wind chimes | Leave a comment

YOUR CHOICE OF NOISE

Posted on October 1, 2015 by elainedanforth

Our modern world is brimming full of noise. . . Sometimes you opt just not to listen to it, or suddenly find your senses dulled, diminished adjusted so to tolerate it, But, for everyone, there is some kind of limit, … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Prayer | Tagged Adjustment, Calm, Choice, Civilization, Disturbance, Hermit, Infinite, Inner voice, Limits, Listen, Loudness, Modern world, Noise, Rhythm, Senses, Tolerate, Wisdom | Leave a comment

THE WISPY WINK OF MOON

Posted on April 26, 2015 by elainedanforth

Such a gift to glimpse the slim and scythe-like wink of moon, a beauty and a slower, gentler cousin to the metronome. . . More visible in dark, but peaceful night, it keeps us in our proper rhythm on this … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Quick reads | Tagged Beauty, Circling, Cousin, Dark, Darkness, Gentle, Glimse, Home, Metronome, Moon, Night, Orb, Peaceful, Rhythm, Scythe, Seeing, Sight, Slow, Spinning, Visible, Wink, Wisp | Leave a comment

THE LIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE TUNNEL

Posted on October 23, 2014 by elainedanforth

In a hole. . . gotta climb– just when you feel the most you’ll ever do is crawl. . . Breathe. . . to your gut, sink in. . . allow your heart to beat. . . listen to its … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Allow, Be, Breathe, Brilliancy, Cell, Climb, Confidence, Crawl, Fatal, Feeling, Gotta, Gut, Heart, Heartbeat, Hole, Light, Light at the end of the tunnel, Make, Mind Body, Most, Muscle, Opening, Panoramic, Poetry, Purpose, Rhythm, Rise, See, Shining, Sink in, Slip, Slipping, Stand, Strand, Swell, Wherewithal | Leave a comment

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Posted on October 14, 2014 by elainedanforth

Where may I my cares allay, and savor respite from life’s kingdom, where mites or motes will often fight or fly, or give you chase, or try to get your goat, or speed-spurt to surpass you in this oh so … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry | Tagged Allay, Answer, Become, Belly, Bone, Calm, Cares, Choose, Clear, Deepest, Dome, Earthly, Exist, Fight, Flight, Fly, Get your goat, Home, Kingdom, Land, Oh so, Outer, Place, Proper, Redoubt, Respite, Resume, Rhythm, Savor, Seen, Settle, Skull, Slow, Sovereign, Space, Thankfully, Where?, Whirlwind, Wise, Yes | Leave a comment

THE OUTING OF WISDOM

Posted on October 1, 2014 by elainedanforth

The thing that autumn brings: the soft unveiling of deep wisdom as leaves and other outer forms, seen from without, get wizened, and sounds wane. . . the wary whispers come to reign where did preside loud summer shouts. . … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Seasons, Summer | Tagged Acceptance, Action, Air, Apex, Autumn, Ballet, Blaze, Bless, Bounds, Bright, Burst, Change, Connection, Cut, Day, Decked, Feet, Form, Fragrant, Groudns, Guard, Hands, Happy, Joints, Kicks, Limbs, Love, Movement, Outing, Persuaded, Pine, Plods, Preside, Reaching out, Reign, Reluctant, Rhythm, Risen, Safte, Seasons, Shouts, Sounds, Space, Stretch, Strewn, Strust, Summer, Trees, Walking, Wane, Wary, Whispers, Whole, Wiggles, Wisdom | Leave a comment

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