Ode to Life (poeTry)

***In honor of National Poetry Day

by amica paige


Uplift us to your heights
We'll ride the winds of time
upon your eager wings.

Take us to your depths
Adrift, we only kiss
your face when lost at sea.

Pull us past your dirt
deep within your hearth.
We'll fan your dying heart.

Then shoot us out of here
Spring us up with fire
into the open haze...

where the clouds will cradle us
if only for a moment,
as in our mothers' wombs...

And through a hundred cycles,
we'll tread the sea again
until the end of time

when Earth decides to hurl
our silent ashes up,
spent as offerings.

Did God have joyful tears?
We're glorious winged specks,
creation's golden dust.

We'll shine it, all the light
we muster from the heavens,
reflect it to each other.

Because even the spineless worms
can see the senselessness
in your rampant absurdities...

So fill us with thy breadth.
We'll ride your fickle wind
and spread our hidden wings.

Ode to Nature (poeTry)

***In honor of National Poetry Day.

by amica paige


Nature, nature
Pensive stature
Reds, yellows, and oranges
Blues, greens, and violets.

We marvel at thy breadth
Mountain heights and ocean's depths
Morning dew on summer leaves
Icicles on winter trees.

Nature, nature
Golden stature
Dirt...hydrogen...oxygen...burns
Air...water...fire...and earth...

We marvel at thy breadth
Glorious heights and cosmos' stars
Moonlight shades of autumn wind
Early buds of April spring.

Beware, o youthful one. (poeTry)

by amica paige


Beware, o youthful mind.
Appease the test of time.
Gather a thought, a feather,
a page in an open book
a leaf, a stone
a twig, crossbones
a swig of might
a dose of delight
a pen, a cup
an overflow
a weathered friend
the light at the end
a spider's web
a strong desire
for the breadth of life,
through ice
and fire,
in ocean's depth
afloat on earth.
On earth.

Beware, o youthful one.
Withstand the test of time.
Gather a thought, a feather,
and ride the book of life.

Oh, Cheri! (poeTry)

by amica paige

***I stopped at the park a couple days ago and was awed by the instant spray of pink that was not there a few days before, but now colored the park and nicely complemented its greens. Unfortunately, I did not have a proper camera to capture the wispy vista. The following copyrighted image is what I produced with my cell phone. Knowing how fast the Cherry Blossoms would disappear, I wrote a poem to keep a vivid memory of that unexpected meeting.***

©2011 Amica Paige;

"Cherry and my sidekick"

How fast you appeared!
Without any kind of warning
Save for the dewy Spring
Your blossoms fast ripening
Yet how awfully long the year!—
Since you last visited here.

How fast do we fall in love!—
At your enchanting pink delight
Yet, in the midst of April showers
Again you’ll swiftly escape
And amiss of your lure we’ll be
Surely the rest o’ the year—oh, Cheri!

Beatrix Potter's Legacy at The Lake District...

...just ask Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, Tom Kitten, and the rest of them who frolic about the land.

Thanks to Beatrix Potter who helped the National Trust organization preserve the Lake District out of sheer love for the countryside and out of her income from the Peter Rabbit books. A conservationist, a farmer, a writer, an artist, Ms. Potter continues to charm us, if not in person, in spirit, with her fascinating and fanciful characters and stories. Even an occasionally disgruntled "child" like me can't resist delighting in her creations and remembering her legacy, which has reached 142 years on July 28th, just three days ago, since her birth in Kensington of Victorian London in 1866.

Here is a link to the official Peter Rabbit and Beatrix Potter website and video clips of the delightful stories...

...and another to Hill Top in the magnificent Lake District...

...and still another link to a movie clip of Ms. Potter...there couldn't have been a better Norman Warne than Ewan McGregor, who played the character superbly; interestingly, one of the characters in The Tale of Peter Rabbit, Mr. McGregor, was a gardener whose wife had put Peter's father in a pie...some sort of a McGregor redemption perhaps? Anyway, Beatrix Potter's story is as endearing as her charming creations and the movie is rightly and whimsically seasoned with those delightful, animated, little creatures popping in and out of the scenes, either inspiring, peeving, or just keeping Ms. Potter company. This movie has no pretense about it whatsoever. It is real and insightful and a sure delight. All you'd need is a cup of tea to accompany this genuine delicacy...

...or this...