Of the Spirit Soaring
Gardens of Whimsy
Built by Design
Like Prismatic Rain
In Tumbling Song
Again and Again
Of Intangible Dreams
Playing in my Mind
Of Possibilities Unseen.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jim Warren
Whispering Brook of Inspiration,
Tributary of fair Muses;
Sparkle through my Questing Dullness,
While the world confuses.
Your mind drifted
in the cool evening breeze
as you dreamt with the sky
Rill of Enigmatic Dreaming,
River of Harmonious Light;
Beguile as Reality sits moping,
Through the Harrowing Night.
And your dreams scattered
like the tiny branches
illuminated by the golden light
of the sun
Living Source of Contemplation,
Bejeweled with Notions Bright and Fair;
Meander through this place of Sorrow,
While Dreams Entice and Prepare.
Your heart swayed
in the gentle, peaceful love
that was bestowed from far above
as you drifted with your dreams…
with your day’s work done.
This poem was written in collaboration with Neha from http://www.forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com. Neha’s lovely, lyrical, free-form poetry Always brings a Smile to my face and a Sigh to my Heart. Her Gentle, unhurried, effortless style makes her beautiful poetry delightful and easy to read, making you want to read more, and more, and more. (Don’t believe me? Stop on over to her blog and discover for yourself that I’m not making this up!) Neha and I decided to write two separate poems on the Theme: DREAMS. We each selected our own image as Inspiration and wrote three verses entirely independently of the other with the intent to merge them into one verse for the collaboration. My verse and image begin our poem, like a Dreamer Singing Praises to the Dream itself, then Neha’s verse comes in (in italics) as an answer: The Dream Whispering back to the Dreamer. Knowing how wistful and soothing Neha’s poems Always are, I was not surprised (Yet Utterly Amazed!) at the manner in which our independently written poems complimented each other. I hope you enjoy our joint venture and I HOPE there may be another someday.
Neha, Thank You for leaping into my crazy little idea with such enthusiasm and, as ever, such Grace and Delicate Poise. Writing with you has been an Absolute Delight 🙂
Beautiful photographs By: (top photo) Luis Borges Alves and (bottom photo) found on freehdwallpaper.com
It rises in the shadow of the sun,
body larger than a house,
eyes like summer leaves.
Hooves meet the ground,
cobwebs set aflame,
In the color of summer leaves,
I see brown,
but no green.
A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the ABCs of writing.
Please permit me the privilege of presenting the pleasing and positively pleasant Brenda Davis Harsham of Friendly Fairy Tales Blog found here: http://friendlyfairytales.com . Its the fairy magic that brings out the alliterations in me, but its Brenda that brings the smiles! Her glorious gardens for gazing, her prolific pleasing prose, the fanciful friendly fairies fluttering freely, and the sprinkling of softly spoken sagacity that brings me back to her beauteous blog again and again (and again and again!). When Brenda agreed to share her smiles and some secrets in this weeks In The Lime Light, I knew I would Love hearing what she had to share and I was in no way disappointed by her answers. Read on and enjoy her vim and verm, her wit and wisdom for yourselves 😉
About Your Blog:
Tell us about your Blog.
Friendly Fairy Tales is a place of magic where stories are born from the broth of words, stirred by imagination, stripped down to the bones. Poetry, photography and fairy tales celebrate nature and all the possibilities it sparks in our minds.
What Inspires you and Sparks your Imagination?
Nature, literature, song and people give me constant inspiration. Translating that inspiration into stories is the work of a lifetime.
Your blog boasts Poetry as well as Photography, do you have a favourite?
I’m not sure if you mean do I prefer poetry above photography or the converse OR if you mean do I have a favorite poem or photograph. I prefer the magic that happens when poetry springs from a photograph, bringing with it the memories of that moment in my life. I can’t pick a favorite poem or photograph. That would be like picking a favorite child, and I would never try to do that. They are all memories and songs of my heart.
Do you have any upcoming events or projects, books, promotions, giveaways?
I am sadly lacking any of those. What a slacker I am!! I am entertaining my children to the summer of their dreams (I hope), and burnishing story ideas whenever I have the chance. And I can’t help taking new pictures and writing new poems, because that is like breathing to me.
I was a sad little girl for so many reasons, but I had an epiphany in my early twenties that the secret of being happy was to declare that it was so. And so I have endeavored to do that, with more assurance and authority ever since, and dang if it hasn’t worked!
A lifetime of nature observation collided with my love of fairy tales, giving birth to my blog. I do extensive research and use true stories about animal behavior in my writing. I’ve been published, and my writing has won hundreds of awards. I’m hard at work on a multitude of children’s book manuscripts. I hope to have one traditionally published soon. In addition, I’m a wife, a mom of three imaginative kids and a survivor.
Describe yourself in Five Words.
Phoenix reborn reclaiming happiness deliberately.
Tell us about something from your childhood that sparked the creativity bug inside you.
I’ve always had my own inner world, with a wise voice that helped me keep my balance in a rocky world. That inner voice taught me that telling myself stories was more fun than replaying disappointments and mistakes in a hyper critical way. Being a perfectionist is no picnic. Get off that train if you suffer from the same impossible expectations that I did. Unless you’re writing, in which case, edit, edit, edit. LOL
If you could go anywhere, do anything, regardless of expense, describe your Perfect Day.
I would have a tea party with my kids and all our friends in the Musee d’Orsay, right in full view of the Van Gogh collection, and not a drop of food would cling to my frock and not a bit of damage would happen to the art. We would then go paint plein air in Monet’s garden. Then we would take a helicopter to Provence, where we would lie on lounge chairs in a field of lavender, the fragrance surrounding us as we gaze at the milky way, in all its glory. Not a single bug would impinge on our moments of perfection. Then we would all teleport home to sleep in our own beds. (Oh I want to go along with you! Sounds Absolutely Magical!)
If you could invite Five People (from the past or present) to a dinner party, who would you invite and why?
Oh, my, such scope for the imagination. I’m quite overwhelmed. Frida Kahlo, Robert Frost, Henry David Thoreau, Ogden Nash, Oscar Wilde, Mark Twain. Oh, I can’t choose, I can’t!
What makes Life Worth Living?
Art, Family, Love, imagination, Faith, joy, Dreams, Nature. I want it all!
SEE I told you it would be an Entirely Enjoyable Experience 🙂
Thank You Brenda for Sharing your insights with us. Im so Glad you agreed to be In The Lime Light!
Amid the Vestiges of Spiraling Night,
Twirling to the Nightingale’s Lyrical song,
Mystical Muse, Neither right nor wrong,
Time Weaves her Enigmatic Light.
There She Dances, both Imminent and Lore,
Peace and Parody Her Beguiling Spell,
While Hours, like Tides, Perpetually Ebb and Swell,
And Mortals, Her Graces, ever Implore.
Hush Sweet Lark!
Sing Bright, Fair Crone,
There She Dances,
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cornacchia at Deviantart.com
By Morning’s Jocund Light,
When Midnight, Sleeping, Hides her Veiled Gaze,
And All the Larks in Beauteous Gardens and Blithe canopies of Viridian,
Sing to the Blessed Heavens with Lusty Peals and Vigor;
My Bleary Gaze,
Which Watches through Sweet Floods of tears as Life Persists,
Belies the Droll humour of my Lips
That in Laughing and Light Revelry makes such Misery
As this Heart would, else, endlessly cry, False.
Beautiful Original Photograph found at: trailwind216.blogspot.com . Thank You to the Original Photographer.
The Tale Begins
When you Believe
In Your Dreams
Simple words, but oh so powerful, really. How many times have you paused along the way because you had a fanciful notion, something you thought would be amazing, or Inspiring, but then, after a wistful smile perhaps, you continued on without ever truly considering the possibilities?
Imagine, if you will, if Alice never braved the rabbit hole or if Cinderella closed her eyes to her dreams and kept on washing dishes. What would have become of them? Would they have lived to see happier days, brighter tomorrows, or would they have slipped down the precarious slopes of despair? Can you visualize how gray their worlds would be without the bright glimmer of hope emanating from their dreams?
Dreams are there for us to enjoy AND Believe in, or at least, that’s what I like to think. Too often they are shattered by the cruel hand of reality, but please let me tell you, without sounding like Im blowing my own trumpet, Dreams Really Do Come True, IF you insist on Believing in them.
Trust yourself. Trust the Dream that keeps whispering to you. Trust the path leading you in a new direction.
Hope in the promise of a new tomorrow. Hope in the Possibility that lies waiting before you. Hope with your full heart and Hope with Expectation that the Dream you Trust and Hope in shall Be.
BE the Dream you Trust and Hope to See.
Beautiful Book Artwork found on Facebook at: Fairies, dragons and other mythological creatures. Credit Acknowledged to the original Artist. Thank You.
Inspirational Quotes by Me 🙂
Did you ever say you were going to sit quietly and try, quite earnestly, to center your thoughts, focus your concentration, calm your ramblings, musings, and wandering notions? ( Believe it or not, I do this quite often) (No, really, though I understand your disbelief at such a preposterous suggestion) Whenever I try however, it always seems I end up thinking about 101 different things rather than enjoying a soothing, gentle, unhurried moment (or twenty). I end up spending half my time telling myself to be quiet and the other half of the time wondering about what is going to happen in an hour, during the afternoon, what I’m going to make for supper, if I bought enough cat food for the week, try to determine when I’m going to fit in time to finish the next installment of Dark Fey, attempt to remember if I turned off the light in the dining room before I left the house, remind myself that a car payment is due, and try not to think about my rumbling tummy that is empty because I rushed out the door in the morning before eating something and was too distracted to remember to grab a protein bar or a yogurt for lunch.
Meditation is not my strong suit, to be sure. After all, for someone who lives, breathes, eats, sleeps, thinks, dreams, and paints words like the ocean heaves and sighs, perpetually, upon the shore, trying to quiet all the words rushing around in my mind is never, ever ever an easy or simple proposition. (as this post, I hope, more clearly illustrate) It can be frustrating, however, when the manic mania that tends to be our daily lives, starts to eat away at my sanity; chipping away at the peace I like to carry around with me like a warm, soft blanket to soothe my nerves and steady my attention when work tries to eat me alive or the morning commute has far too many drivers in it who are more interested in their phone than the road.
We do lead frenetic lives, most of the time. Most of my friends have schedules that are packed and planned out for weeks in advance, bursting with one activity after another, special events, mundane appointments, children’s sports, dance, band, chorus, and school related comings and goings, work, family, maybe friends, car repairs, trips to the gym, to the spa, to the salon, book clubs, happy hours, shopping, coffee-shop stopping (sorry the rhymes just happen!), YADDA YADDA YADDA! We charge around like frenzied bumblebees, rushing hither and thither in restless haste ( to coin Dicken’s immortal phrase), cramming as much into our days (and sometimes far into our nights) (myself included since its nearing midnight and I’m sitting here typing when, in all honesty, I ought to be sleeping) as we can possible force 24 hours to hold.
Which leads me to the (long-awaited, no doubt) query: Why? What Purpose does this Mania really serve? Does it improve our Happiness, lower our stress levels? Does it add a sense of accomplishment and meaning to our lives? Does it do anything to develop the relationships we have with people about whom we care and love? Does it Bring us Peace? Hope? Joy?
Thus, I am trying to learn the fine art of meditation. A hushed moment (or twenty) in which I do nothing except breathe and try, with all my might, to still the mania of my thoughts so I may be quiet.
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank You~