Other Poetry By Jacqueline Howett |
In My Native Land In my native land They tell stories of the never ending road, That they have travelled on, They want me to know about the why that I am being here, They look at me and I see their hidden tears, They have gathered, everyone of them, feathers for my journey, They talk of the heart I will come to know, That will break first, in order to be strong, To make a Warrior's soul. Copyright (c) 2008 Jacqueline Howett |
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Metamorphosis Metamorphosis Shafts of light Discerning the light of truth Man's higher self Delicately evolving Slips out of reach Yet in man's hope and faith There's a glimpse of our wondrous treaure of light smiling at its certainty amidst the darkness, decay, destruction and struggle. Copyright (c) 2008 Jacqueline Howett |
Poems and Art are copyright. Please E-mail if intending to use, thank you. jacquelinehowett@hotmail.com |
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I wrote this poem. 'Sands of time,' to my entry into America, when I seemingly fled Old England in 1988, at the beginning of the first Arab invasion, not long after the Arabs became educated. And while running away from all that was Europe in change, (It was also the beginning of the computer era.) I was looking back across the channel from my new home on the water in Falmouth, Maine relieved yet somewhat puzzled this was New England. Baxter Island was at my door step. A beautiful untouched landscape on rock where I frolicked with my two pekenese dogs I had brought with me. Baxter Island was a solitary place for the death, dumb and blind. And yet, I felt this is what I had done to Europe for a time. |
Baxter Island, Falmouth, Maine in 1988. |
Art by Jacqueline Howett (c) 2008 |
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Art by Jacqueline Howett (c) 2008 |
Art by Jacqueline Howett (c) 2008 |
SANDS OF TIME Traces of life revealed, Smoothed over by a gentle tide, Across sands and landscapes wide, Reaching out across time, In silent echoes we hear. From so far-- is felt so near. How 'all life's' precious, my dear. Dec (c) 1988-2008. Jacqueline Howett |
LOVE IS A MEASURE
Love is a measure we are all given, How we use it, is the key to discovering, our own identity. Use it wisely. Copyright 1999-2008. © Jacqueline Howett. |