Creative Writing Saturday

Posted on August 27, 2016 by Lydia | Leave a comment

Sea Bride

Across the white sand watersmeld of teal and turquoise hue, in sunlight, emerald facets, in shadow, grays of blue, first breaking light of heaven, tinted sky in tones of shell, dancing lights, pearl pink and saffron, fleck the bosom of the swell. On waves of crisper coral the majestic sun ship sails, bright bride aflame in glory blushed beneath her misty veils. Such beauty blinds my vision; my gaze is downward drawn to vanilla foam soft swirling in the footprints of the dawn.

Creative Writing Saturday

Posted on August 20, 2016 by Lydia | 2 Comments

August Full Moon

Desse Barama (Peace)

“The world shines about me,
luminous as the moon, smiling like a rose,
and a sweet benediction
flows through everything existing.
How beautiful life is.
I marvel at people who are not in love with life.
You, my girl, are beautiful,
and your beauty,
like the beautiful thought of peace,
belongs to the eternity.
Detest war and destruction.
When you go to the riverbank,
and the sun sets in the evening,
the waters of the river will be rippling softly,
and from a distance, in the twilight, you will see white sails.
A song of the boatman will come from there.
‘Today no suffering, no suffering.’
The world shines about me,
luminous as the moon,
smiling like a rose.” ~ Hamza El Din

Creative Writing Saturday

Posted on August 13, 2016 by Lydia | Leave a comment

April Rain Song

“Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.” ~ Langston Hughes

Creative Writing Saturday

Posted on August 6, 2016 by Lydia | Leave a comment

Baby’s World

I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart
of my baby’s very own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him,
and a sky that stoops down to his face
to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb,
and look as if they never could move,
come creeping to his window with their stories
and with trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road
that crosses baby’s mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands
for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws
and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters. ~ Rabindranath Tagore