Morning Sounds

Birds woke me early this morning

singing for the new day coming

Slowly I moved in the morning air

much too delicate to enter quickly

Distant rumbles caught my ear

morning thunder announced a storm

Birds now silent as am I

all enjoying the morning sounds

Ó 2011 Eileen A Partak

End of the Lane

My heart has longing and feels pain

I feel energy waiting for me

Searching to find my fulfillment somehow

I move toward a shadow at the end of the lane

Forward I cautiously move toward the form

Hoping for something or someone for me

Finding a man standing tall and still

A smile on his face soon makes me feel warm

Desire in his eyes tells me this is right

Heat of our lust calls out to me

A canopy of stars embraces our tryst

Illuminating our bodies bright

Once in an embrace the world fades away

Nothing but passion is waiting for me

Logic to fly from my head on this night

Kisses and Love is all that will stay

I find a lover at the end of the lane

To satisfy the passion growing in me

Warming my body in shadows of night

My heart feels love instead pain



Finding Inspiration

I cry out

I have no inspiration

no words come to my soul

Then I hear a bird sing her simple melody

A wind gently moves

carrying the soft scent of the milkweed

to me alone

What a silly fool I am

I just forgot to look

Ó 2011 Eileen A Partak

Satisfied

Ó 2011 Eileen A Partak

The single sunflower stands alone

      I wonder if she is lonely

           or just happy to be herself?

Finding Beauty

Life is Beautiful

…so they say

I read the news and shake my head

beauty in life isn’t here

Then one day I stop to look

past the conflict - hate and crime

Today I see the hummingbird

fluttering at my window

I see the mother robin

caring for her young

The sky so picture perfect blue

with wisps of cotton candy clouds

People nod and smile at me

touching my soul this simple way

Yes…

Life is Beautiful

…when we take the time to see.

  

Ó 2011 Eileen A Partak

Do We Write?

Do we write the stories?

Are they are own creations?

…or are the souls of the past finding us

    telling of their lives

It must be so…

I have no idea how I write these thoughts

Ancient souls are touching me

Embracing my mind

Continue to listen I must

...to let their stories live

Ó 2011 Eileen A Partak

Emerging Day

Feeling the embrace of this morning blanket

the peace of being part of life in the silent busy dawn

wanting this feeling to live in me throughout the growing day

Ó 2011 Eileen A Partak