The Think Tank Thursday #97 Playground

The Think Tank Thursday #97 Playground 

A Child

The dance of a child is a joyful sight;

With limber leaps all day at play,

They try and reach the highest height.

Full of energy they break away.

The song of a child is full of delight.

All their cares are cast away.

With voices full of sweetness invite;

Sounds of happiness throughout the day.

The mind of a child is always bright;

Full of wonderment and dismay.

A question for everything in sight;

From a rainbow to the Milky Way.

The heart of a child is a precious light;

Full of innocence in every way.

Yearning to be taught of things upright;

In their playground of learning everyday.

Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Tackle It Tuesday-"Magnolia"

Tackle It Tuesday

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Ancient genus tree

Long before the honey bee

Beautiful to see

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Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Cascading Fountains Flowing Down Majestic Mountains

byLyn Carr

                       Caressing liquid begins to pour

                       Avalanching patterns releasing more

                       Springs washing down to the valley floor

                       Channeling and trickling into open streams

                       Atriums for gathering of drink offerings

                       Descending over solid rock formations

                       Islands soak in welcomed celebrations

                       Nestling the landscape in natures’ fun

                       Glistening from light reflecting the sun

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                        Filling jars from the gushing faucets
                        Opulent floating dishes there for banquets
                        Ultra pious rains, they dance in garnets
                        Nurturing every creatures thirst
                        Torrents of jetting waters burst
                        Ancient ruins decorate the gardens
                        Interior courtyards are lovers’ havens
                        Navigating ripples for the lovely swans
                        Sculpted masks in the form of bronze

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                        Frequent bathers bask in marble basins
                        Luxurious washing around garden fountains
                        Overcome by perfumed scented curtains
                       Waders relaxing under floral-herbed canopies
                        Intertwined in their ritualistic pleasantries
                        Nuances of emotion linger in the air
                        Glistening waters flowing everywhere

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                        Draping ornaments clyster all around
                        Overflowing life and purity surround
                        Wisdom and love from the arts unfold
                        New beginnings and stories yet to be told

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                        Music from natures’ soulful choir
                        Alluring the masses throughout every hour
                        Jewels of pure beauty giving of their light
                        Every color imagined for the eyes’ delight
                        Savoring images of wonderments galore
                        Taken to places all around every shore
                        Imaginable fancies create little heavens
                        Canals enclose spaces through paradise gardens

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                        Massive forces moving to a lonely beat
                        Ongoing regeneration giving off their heat
                        Uniformed changes in a willful retreat
                        Never ending shapes along valley plains
                        Tracing the landscape and all that remains
                        Allowing its legacies a marking in time
                        Interwoven crevices there ready to climb
                        Now adorning the labyrinthine emblazonment
                        Sempiternal existence beyond the firmament

                              Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

　

Haiku-Mask

Haiku Heights #144

Finger masks

Telling stories dark

Ancient dance

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Wear disguise

Covered dancing cape

Hiding face

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Ritual

Expressive power

Tradition

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Mocked buffoon

Ceremonial

Theatre

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Transforming

Specter nightmare black

Persona

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Ancestor

Rite of passage shrine

Funeral

Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Searching

byLyn Carr

In days that linger as the past comes creeping into the broken mind;

It seems hard to conceive in coming this far, trying to leave it all behind
how crushing images fade into the darkness of the vast open hole;

While a part is slowly dying, slipping away, becoming a lost soul.

Forever to embrace the longing that is gripping like a vice closing in and

unable to shake it off no matter how hard, trying every time to begin.

In days searching for an answer in something for the joy to come back;

Wondering when it was that it totally left and it all became black.

Was it something that was put far away just to keep or to hide?

Is it there to hold on to just to kill the inside?

If it can’t be remembered why can’t it just leave?

Why should it continue to suffer and bereave?

In days feeling lost like something dreadful is on the horizon and

while trudging on in this existence fighting through its depression,

Hoping that beyond this can be found something far better and

just a feeling of peace would make things so much brighter.

Always continuing on, realizing that nothing is as it seems but you

keep searching for a change in the future with hopes and dreams.

Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr