
My other feelings on peace were best expressed in these two posts and the acrostic below:
Peace begins with personal battles – fighting to not ignore ourselves, our needs. With that self strength we can make a difference.
And then we must head toward peace, one step at a time.
Click on the Globe to be taken to the Official Site of Blogblast for Peace.. Peace is spreading – but it needs you, too.
Perpetual
Enduring
Ascending
Commitment
Encompassing
Marcia McLees Bogaert
11/04/09

This morning Moon demanded attention – and these two haiku were tweeted:
Naked words streak night
sun rays bound by night’s shackles
moon plays demur role
~~~
Naked sun sulks as
horizon draws moon to bed
misses cue to rise
so, the phrase exhausted sun demanded airtime…
Hurricanes call strike
sun picks up slack in weather
overtime exhausts
~~~
Exhausted by sun
summer sought autumn’s embrace
night drew shades on day
~~~
Exhausting summer,
sun sought reprieve in autumn
’til Alaska called
~~~
Fall gets all glory
sun’s hours shortened in exchange
sun cut deal with fall
~~~
Autumn strikes deal
exhausted sun gets comp time
stars get top billing
and moon took control again
Sun’s workload lessened
in lieu of sabbatical
moonlight’s covert plan
MeeAugraphie
09/19/09

With 9/11 on minds, all tragedy and loss begin to surface to disturb once quieted hearts. I believe that tributes bring both sadness and release, sometimes more of one than the other – but nature can help regain our balance of heart. I’ve written previously of Nature’s gift to balance human hearts, but for today, let’s read about possibilities this September 11th, I hope, in someone’s life, somewhere.
Intervention by Nature
Tears hung in waiting, locked
securely in heart’s hold
but nature conspired release
in rendezvous with mind,
So, blue sky reflected love
while rainbows wrapped your heart
as hidden stars winked in knowing,
they’d be reached for again.
Sun rays dimmed quietly in respect
and moon glow dispelled the dark
and lightning flashed quick memories
bringing laughter out to play
Bold thunder cried for healing,
and your fear and hate lost grip
allowing instincts’s tidal pull
to kidnap your tears at sea
Marcia McLees Bogaert
09/11/09

Stood Up!
When Fairy Godmother failed to show
she bowed her mouth and twisted her toe
knowing the day would be a bit slow
now that she had no horn to blow
no river to rage and overflow
no flowers to tend or lawn to mow
no handsome stranger to be her beau
and no new dreams to pack and stow….
MeeAugraphie
09/06/09
I know this seems silly (the next words, not the poem…). When I start thinking in rhyme, I know Adult Muse has gone on hiatus and Child Muse is trying to fill in. It is not that I don’t like rhymed poetry, in fact, I do, but free flowing emotional words in non-structured form are my all time, please, never go away, first choice!
Someone asked where I had been… haiku and senryu pouring onto Twitter….
