|Frozen crystals beat a cacophony
Against the window pane;
Shattering the silence of night with
Wind and frozen rain.
Uncanny in its delicate power and
Beauty in its alabaster sheen,
Snow quilts the earth and sleeves
The branches of evergreen.
Next, dawn approaches, night fades
Albescent, Life quickens weary;
Awakening to an earth hibernated and
Made February dreary.
Yet, audacious Spring attends the dial
And buds the tree branches;
While outside my window, a bird, in defiance
Of winter prances.
He beats his wings in a cadence to match
My Heart and Spirit - Sings his Song
With proud resonance just loud enough for
Me to Hear it.
by: Caryn Lynn Arnold
QUIET! 'gainst mine skin brushed Air's breath,
Hastening to chill.
Inciting Wind's Mighty Passion to'ard yet
Another Winter STILL.
Welkin 'bove adds its rejoinder - Rehearsals
Behind a Furtive haze.
Orchestrating the CRADLESONG of God's HARMONY,
Thus begins this Annual's laze.
ANON1111 Earth shall slumber whilst snow, wind, ice and
Rain, ARTISTS of the Hour,
Compile their elements, UNLEASH their Gentle FURY
And Create by DIVINE POWER
A pantomime of BEAUTY, A MUTE Song of MUFFLED
SILENCE, Semblance of divergent AGE.
The PERFORMANCE shall beacon, INTOXICATED by its
PLACID VITALITY. Mine own heart
LEAPS upon the STAGE
Mine own SPIRIT Merges with the VORTEX of
KALEIDOSCOPIC White Snow - Gossamer FAIR.
Ah!!!! ATTEMPT to Match, ATTEMPT to Share
My ENCHANTMENT - EMANCIPATE, PERCEIVE,
My JOY . . . . . Only if you DARE!
Caryn Lynn Arnold
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Thou art unto me like the
Dawn of Orbís morn;
Which persuadeth the visage
Of Glories Petals reborn.
Mine soul respondeth to the
Inspiring of thy Muse
That opes loveís bloom which
Sleeve, as adornment, doth use.
Successfully thou hast encaptured
Elusive PASSION - - - Intent is done.
Mine HEART inclines toward THINE
Like a flower
Caryn Lynn Arnold
|A Hand in Death
Responsibility and duty form a barricade from behind
which I live, confined. My heart bleeds
through the prisonís walls; red and seeping
My hands grope, reaching out to clutch at what
is not mine - freedom, unconditional love, safety.
Sensing the desperation of my spirit
My mouth opens to speak of my anguish and
I feel the vibration of vocal cords; but by the
silence I presume the words have been
in my mind, unspoken.
From within the depths of a terrible blackness
The hand of death reaches out to grasp
mine. With a shaky reluctant obedience I
fumble in response.
On the cliff, at which I stand, it is the only hand I see.
Repulsive itís bony protrusion! Its helpful
escape from life is the greatest
offer, the only reply.
There are no other hands
That hear my cry.
Caryn Arnold 8/02
Fearing not their undraped branches, shades of brown and gray
Divested of green.
They embrace the global spin changing seasons;
Pivoting to stipulate night and day.
Hospitable to those few and once scarlet hued leaves
Tenaciously clinging to life.
A home for those that seek protection, to build and nest,
From Arctic windís heaves
Undaunted, their woody fibers, knots and gnarls they bare
Honored, they receive themselves;
And with all creation their noble skeletons they share.
Unguarded self-accepting and courageous if only I could be,
Without pretension live;
As bold, as Magnificent ---- Humble as this naked Winter Tree.
Caryn Lynn Arnold
|Double Breasted Suit
and Shiny Shoes
He liked the ladies and loved to flirt.
Twas just a tiny little quirk!
Oh! It never cost him his dignity.
Made no difference to him or me.
Cos He wore ties of Subtle Hues, Double
Breasted suits and shiny shoes!
by: Caryn Arnold
If youíre gonna flirt.....dress nice!