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December 1, 2009 at 8:26 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: clothing, color of the sky, gerardine baugh, mopon light, night sky, outside, Poems, water, writing
This poem was written after witnessing a brilliantly white full moon in a blue sky.
This poem is asking me to add more, and change it around. What do you think?
Into The Night
By Gerardine Baugh
A white Frosty Moon reigns
Over a tranquil blue sky
Waiting as the sun sets
In a reddish, orange wave
Enamored, Luna watches the sky
Gliding to sleep as intrinsic blue
Pours silently into the earths
Silken folds and settles atop
Flickering waves of light
Fibers bending, slipping into peaks,
Reposed, where it lingers
Musing to touch days-light
That moment, in pitch-dark
When the sun moves upward
The sky will lean on
The edge of the earth
Slipping back into its cloak
…of blue
November 14, 2009 at 6:25 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: blue heron, colors, flying, gerardine baugh, green, outside, Poems, poetry, sex, sun, water, writing
The simple act of a sunset is not to be missed. It starts out subtle as the sun inches closer to the horizon.
There seems to always be a cloud, or two that stays around to reflect the light with pastel colors, blending into deep reds, purples, yellows and oranges. Shades of grey mix in and to make a spectacle you can’t turn away from.
At dusk a Blue Heron flies wide from the south, and approaches the pond. Flying in that setting sun, making it very hard to see him, I hold my hand up, blocking out the sun.
That was how I wrote this poem, a moment in time, frozen within the memories of others.
Thoughts on the Water’s Edge
By
Gerardine Baugh© July 2009
I hold my hand up to the sun
Watching
As it slips along my skin
And the horizon
For a second
Suspended on my middle finger
In white and yellow splendor
Playful imps gently move
My hair, I brush them away as
Memories of waters
Intrude
Lapping against the pier
Topping their peaks
With shades of green and brilliant white
Shimmering across waters
In smooth, bright light shadows
The air full of sounds
Intimately whispering
In the leaves and grass, reality
Shifts along the edges
From green and heady
Embarrassment and sweet moans
Interrupted by hunger pains
Barbeques smolder, curling wispy
Scents in the air
Hotdogs and chicken
Aftershave and lipstick
Corn and potatoes
Sweat and skin
Laughter trickles down the suns edges
Sizzling my skin with his warmth
A memory
Buried in another’s scent
Warm and sensual, another time
Moving in-between my life
Always brought back
Into the rays of the setting sun
A mass of color
A riot of flavors
Merging
In one ephemeral moment
Replaying
As I hold my hand up to the sun
November 12, 2009 at 11:58 pm · Filed under Poems and tagged: alive, fear, gerardine baugh, green, laughed, nature, nothing, outside, Poems, poetry, rain, water, writing
Perspective
By
Gerardine Baugh© 3/2009
Today, I stood outside and raised my face to the sky
And felt the rain
Drops of icy water ran down my hair, soaked my clothes
And filled my shoes
Shivers of excitement pulled at my heart, wind tugged at my soul
And I laughed
For that one moment, I was apart of everything, fearing nothing
And I was alive
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