From the "get go" I have marched to the beat of my own drum. My poetry
is about life, changes, love and friendship. It is my way of expressing my unique
voice. Everyone has their tale of woe and bliss. We all struggle with our little
demons. It is my hope that when someone reads my poetry they will make that
personal soul connection and pause for reflection.
When I am inspired, moved to write it is always triggered by a unique experience
or something I feel passionate about. My paintings and poetry are reflections
of life and my individual journey.
I have many favorite poets, however , I do believe the poet I most admire is
Walt Whitman 1819 ~ 1892 his honest, free verse and rhythmic style. The way
in which he touches on multifaceted levels with his work: patriot, metaphysicist,
nature poet, lover, free spirit and exponent of the spiritual values of self-realization
through the recognition of life's real priorities, moderation, balance and tolerance.
Wild and Free – I go my own way…
The eagle rides the last wind of summer,
Gliding down the canyon, as autumn greets its call.
Blowing by the river, listening to its legends,
Whispered by the meadows where horses graze.
Seeing what autumn does to the leaves and butterflies,
Hearing ancient melodies and voices,
Of those who told of promises and those who told of lies.
Through the meadows and the forest
I have traveled
I have climbed the mountain of life
To glance at the world, then descended
In conclusion
The leaves lay stagnant on the earth
Spare those the maple is keeping
To disburse them one by one
Scuffing and inching over the surface snow
The dead leaves lie nestled and silent
No longer flutter to and from
The final lone bloom is gone
The breast is still aching to aspire
Humanity perceives it a betrayal
To proceed with the tide of circumstance
Surrender with grace to the verdict
And embrace in conclusion
Of a love or a season
Alike
We love,
Life,
The sweet smell of Lily of the Valley
The Cobalt -- Sky
The landscape of a hot July
When our blood boils over
And we laugh through our tears.
Life is a beautiful dance
And its music,
Like bread,
Is for everyone.
Embraced by the light,
United,
You reach out to those who struggle for life,
Love,
Moments,
Fresh baked bread and seasons
The music of our souls.
May of 1998 my husband,
Wayne and I traveled from Los Angeles, CA to Oregon along highway
1.
It was a beautiful holiday. In route we came upon Bodega Bay our time
spent together inspired these lyrics.
Sunset On Bodega Bay
Orange poppies,
A rocky coastline,
Harbor seals,
SUNSET ON BODEGA BAY.
Silver trails
Of sunlight
On the water
SUNSET ON BODEGA BAY.
Wind surfers
Riding their waves
One day in May
Just walking along the sand
Holding hands
Mesmerized by the lovely
Ev'ning spring breeze
Boasting of white cranes
SUNSET ON BODEGA BAY,
You and me and
SUNSET ON BODEGA BAY
"Sunset on Bodega Bay" lyrics
written by Eveline Smith c 1998
Tomorrows Tide
Before tomorrows tide rolls in
Prepare to Proclaim
The fervent account of our age
to those who await their birth
Anointed with greater generosity
Rise above the suffering and pain
WHERE
Ahead of our Times
no longer is laced with anguish and shame
Still,
Life is a beautiful thing
To love the world with both eyes shut
Waiting to be born
How brilliant
Anointing oneself a winner
All the while all around you
The stillness of Gray February
so cold,
so dark.
Everyone lives their life in expanding
orbits,
which travel around the things of this universe.
Perhaps we never conquer the last,
but that will be our quest.
Waltzing around higher powers,
we circle forgotten relics,
dancing through generations.
And we still do not know,
if we are Eagles in flight,
fallen leaves blowing in the wind,
or a great love ballad.
always changing
twisting, turning, churning
from old life into new
thoughts consumed
wondering
what you think of me
two lives
united
entwined, enchanted, embraced
no turning back
not able to leave not wanting to go
frozen time
too late to run to soon to know
secrets told
carefully
adjusting, growing, changing
softly
night comes
i call your name
nothing stays the same...
Secrets told
In shades of crimson and blue
You played me a fool
I was too proud to cry
My thoughts consumed
Wondering... Wondering... Wondering...
What you think of me
There's no turning back now
Secrets told!
Two lives united
Two lives enchanted
Secrets told!
Not able to leave
Not wanting to go
Secrets Told!
To late to run
To soon to know
Secrets told!
Softly night comes
And I call your name
Secrets told!
Life's always changin'
From old into new
Secrets told and nobody knows
Memories are images
reflections of the years,
moments never failing
of our laughter and our tears.
Photos in an album
captured unaware,
or a lock of baby's hair.
Memories that linger
in the corners of our mind
moments we cherished,
once upon a time.
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