tell me no lies

and she remembered yet another winter
that searing cold that never leaves
and frozen fog moments clinging to her heart
land and filth covered by frail white
lost and finite in a bleak, diamond landscape
powdered longings fall and melt
as breaths (hopesdreamsfears) freeze inside
that tangible cold that left her unmoving
with a promise to return...

And she melted into the coming Spring
As though her heart forever needed warmth
Searching for life among broken branches
Colour emerges out of barrenness
Like the long awaited sun
A newness seems to subtly spread
As she lifts up her eyes...

and she wandered through the summer fields
ripe with adventure in the shimmering, thickened air
dancing in the rain of freedom
yet succumbing to the sluggishness of another humid morning
rife with meaning endings beginnings
so easily missed in the glamour
(until it's all over and you return to life having learned...)
having learned nothing more than the warm breath of the sun
the lapping of waves and softly eroding sand dissolving underfoot
dayfading, summer fantasies live on in the heart (while you still sting from burns)
summer pain (you can run away when you return when you return to life)

Well I am thrilled to finally have created this blog specifically for poetry, and I'm equally thrilled that I'm not alone in my love of creative expression. I have written the premise of the blog on the side board, so I won't write it here. But I would like to kick off the new blog with an incerpt of some of the greatest and most influencial creative expression, the Psalms:

O Lord, you have searched me and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
You percieve my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
You are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue You know it completely, O Lord.

You hem me in--behind and before;
You have laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?
If I go up to the heavens,
You are there;
If I make my bed in the depths,
You are there.
If I rise on the wings of dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there Your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
And the light become night around me,"
Even the darkness will not be dark to You;
The night will shine like the day,
For darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;
You knit me in my mother's womb.
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
You works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
Were written in Your book
Before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
They would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I wake
I am still with You.

If only You would slay the wicked, O God!
Away from me, You bloodthirsty men!
They speak of You with evil intent;
Your adversaries misuse Your name.
Do I not hate those who hate You, O Lord,
And abhor those who rise up against You?
I have nothing but hatred for them,
I count them my enemies.

Search me. O God, and know my heart
Test me and know my anxious thoughts.
See if there is any offensive way in me,
And lead me in the way of everlasting.

Psalm 139