Poetry in motion

Morning song   –     2001
Following the curve of the hills

valley and mountain peaks

down on the river’s edge

amid the slender grass

birds nest and flowers bloom

perennial … in the marsh.

Echoes of it’s beauty

bear joy for I and life.

Poem in color

I like blue… it reminds me of you
Yellow is optimistic , cheerful too
green, the sea of grass I see
open fields ..calling me

White as clouds on a windy day
over tree tops and earthy hills
red, tender petals at play
opening in the morning still

gray .. the winter blues
gold .. in morning hues
umber, tints the horizon
I think of you….and sigh…


Autumn song

Who paints the sky… for you and I

Why do stars never tire to look at us

Who choose the colors of the fall

the shapes of the leaves, so small

so big , the flowers and their scent

Who choose the color of the clouds

of all the things we see and…why

they are beautiful , to you and I.

So… why say good bye ?


Blue night in gentle hues
moon rising quietly

unfolding in the dark
the splendor of the night.
Dawn… gentle lines
grace dividing space

sun colored skies
reflecting in the sea.

Beauty such as this
my eyes have never seen.

The day after 9 -11

I have a guest tonight and the ceiling is off the floor,
a noisy cricket who ‘s call I hear near my door.
The town is quiet and the road to City Hall is guarded
by many flags along the way down to the river.
Tomorrow at dawn, I will ride through town
to go watch the mist rising from the water.



copyright By Maria Madeleine

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I hold you in my sight

and  unfold my innocent self unafraid

To stand in awe of each other mind and soul

to reveal in our eyes the child within

to embrace the world …when

ourselves we hold

to love the other

for being so true

to cherish myself the same as you

to hold out my joy…to you

and in so giving

my love is born anew.

R.C Madeleine

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