Mountain strength Ancient tongue People of the sea To this county belong Tranquil Fjord Yet shadows dwell Descendants of the hound son Lived through famine from hell Weaving through the cycle of life Clear streams forever flow Gentle and prudent hands Planting new seeds to grow ~
Last kiss Of the sun Mountains rest A place in between Hidden river deep Carrying me Into awaken sleep
Mullaghmore A Dreamers door To myths and magic The great unknown Mystery’s invisible shore ~
Natures quiet creation Inspiring our imagination Subtle blue sky The touch of a butterfly Bringer of transformation Life’s natural abrasion ~ WPC: Reflections
Reflections Life’s quiet projections A change in the wind Creating ripples within Momentarily Blurring the perception Of all things connection Versatile temperaments The force of the elements Running deep in us all Listen to the call Remembrance We are nature too If only we knew ~
Looking deep Into a boundless lake Of existence Of being Of life’s ache What do you see? Perspectives spinning What stories within Are winning? Is the sky blue Behind and underneath the clouds? Is the world turned upside down? Does it make you believe You are about to drown? Or
Curling up In the crescent moon A warm embrace A quiet tune Slowly sinking into The land of dreams Crossing oceans Walking along streams Listening to whispers In silhouetted trees From ancient voices Carried on the breeze Breathing in Vibrating midnight air A sacred homecoming To the blue nights
On the edge Greeting death Raw. Exposed Still. Disclosed Dissolving From still to storm Reborn…
The Elven Queen. By CpSingleton © 2014 Click here to view the poem Another picture in MrsRedHead Photography’s “Mists of Myths” series blessed with a beautiful poem from an incredible poetic soul. He truly knows how to capture the feel of mists, myths and magic living within this picture. Co-creation
Stirring Building Groaning Churning Smiling Teasing Poking Yearning The freedom to be The eye of love to see The life within you and me… ~ The words was called out by a comment-exchange with Michele D’Acosta on my previous post “Yggdrasill” If you have a moment or three to
Love is art A masterpiece of truth Art is Love Carrying eternal youth A bringer of inspiration To our world of worlds Listening deep To all the spoken And unspoken words Sensing What lies behind And in between Reaching ever further Into the infinite unseen Aliveness All around Every
On Rainbow Hill tranquil and still a hidden sanctuary calling out simplicity protected, quiet and warm in the eye of the raging storm the only source of light a fire, a flame so bright reflected in eyes stealth and green a creature, so pure and serene candlelit limestone walls
A foreign sound touching ancient Burren ground February Moon listening to a didgeridoo The wind let go opening wide Life’s One sacred soul
This old photo of mine seems to draw in poets, musicians and writers alike… it’s the cover for my friend Andre Feriante’s new winter album called A Winter Soliloquy and now the talented weaver of words; C.P.Singleton has offered this beautiful poem to it. I am deeply honored. And I
How does the world look to ye what does your eyes see what is your reality does it hold a ‘we’ or solely a ‘me’ is there a key to integrity simplicity dignity to Be ? WPC: Juxtaposition
The unconscious in a constant fight resisting the brightness of infinite light where no shadows can ever hide A death dance of a trembling ‘I’ transcendence freedoms cry silencing our quest our “who am I?” Standing naked in an unknown hall golden pillar rising tall reaching up angels call
White wolf a mystic in a silvery coat vibrating notes sounding deep in its throat carried by storms over roaring seas reaching closed hearts quietly longing to be free White wolf by your side enveloped in mystery yet nothing to hide at one with the moon and its inner
Dragon of the sea veiled in deep mystery once again you arise from the abyss of life traveling on ancient mists bringing your challenging gifts and intense life-changing shifts I welcome you my fierce friend touched by your presence again In another life during shifting tides I saw a
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 