It's now or never. . . AGAIN!!

Here I am now, AGAIN, with chest resounding inside my chest. Eager as a beaver to hear the judgement, Am I in or out?? *nerves cracking. . my lymphatic system is funtioning off course. It's Evaluation tonight.

*fingers crossed...

Seaside Beau

The sun is up
I gazed upon the golden  sky
Sunrise welcomes my sleepy eyes
To the season where fun begins.

Dawn mist touches my skin
Cold shore embraces my feet
Waves roll in the peaceful sea floor
Shells shines, reflecting the warm sun rays.

Oh, how I wish to be here forever
To savor the creation's allure
Made for you and me
Summer, the season of glee.

How to Be a Poet (to remind myself) ~ Wendell Berry

i

Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.

ii

Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.

iii

Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.

http://hecatedemeter.wordpress.com/2012/06/25/monday-evening-poetry-blogging/

Brave Gizzard

Sun ablaze in the sleepy horizon

Dreamy eyes of mine flicker, excited

To the world that awaits my adventure

Valor and courage is my compass.

But fear and doubt strikes my heart

For there’s a stormy world up there

For I can’t call someone in this roaring thunder

But I will soar above the dark clouds.

Now I bid the forest ground farewell

For the sky so wide with obstacles to dwell

My firm wings are ready to fly me up so high

I will chase the wind and soar to the sky.

ALLA PRIMA

A blank canvass leaning, pure and white
Holding my dreams, soaring at most height
With brush at hand that hungers for color
And passion that blazes like fiery ember.

As the tip of the brush made it’s first stroke
Barrier of impossibilities, finally broke
Colors dance in the siren of heart’s glee
Image came to life, a blissful sight to see.

Now here I am, about to paint my road to success
Challenged by this world I thirst to impress
Will my gift and courage be sufficient?
To this path I made, will I be prudent?