Once It Is Written

byLyn Carr

The writer takes his pen in hand; thoughts

flowing out on every stand. For power,

wisdom, love and pain; writing it down

again and again. Mere words on paper in

black and white; nothing is wrong and

nothing is right. It doesn't matter for on

any day the writer will have the final say.

Some would gasp and some will sigh, but

once it is written and time goes by; too

late to erase the final word. Generations

on will have known and heard what the

writer thought on that day and hour. To

the ones speaking did not go the power; for

they had to read from the written page. Even

the singers that sang on the stage; sang

prose from the poets who took pen in hand

with the words that's been written in

every land. As the writer speaks for

everyone; once it is written it's said

and done.

Copyright Ó 2010 Wanda Lyn Carr

What Will It Be?

byLyn Carr

Do we capture the essence of soul in death?

Would a life have meaning after loss of

breath? What would you give for the love of

another? Is the sacrifice of hate worth

killing your brother? Can you see your

future in the light of a star? Will you

know if your end is near or far? In the

path of goodness are you tried for treason?

In your search for wisdom do you bypass

reason? Would tomorrow bring you your pot

of gold? Is sanctuary found in the ones you

hold? In the face of death do you see your

light? Does peace of mind mean more when

you're right? Can the heart of loneliness

make a sound? Is existing more than just

walking around? Are your thoughts as pure

as the day you were born? Is perfection a

vision that's shattered and torn? Will the

crucible in life be time that we spend?

What will it be for us all in the end?

Copyright Ó 2005 Wanda Lyn Carr

Life's Treasures (Bobbie)

byLyn Carr

Given this day when your work is done; may

your mind in peace give way to rest-and

while you dream of your better days to come

you'll know you've done your very best.

Only you can know your limitations and how

far that you are willing to go. Giving in

free heart without expectations; your

rewards will come and they will grow. And

all your life's treasures will be yours to

hold. Forever deserving and peaceful friend

the good in this world to you will unfold.

If whenever you feel you just want to give in;

remember the kindness you'd always portray.

Through the mirror of your reflections

within, comes to you the beauty of a brighter

day. So rest, my darling, my beloved one-

and dream of your better days to come....

Copyright Ó 2005 Wanda Lyn Carr

Natures' Song

byLyn Carr

In the brightly lit forest that lies below

the redwoods and floral bouquets grow.

Wandering through its moss covered floor

with mists on its leaves from the rains

before; waters are streaming from its

running spring. Off in the distance the

sparrows sing. Sunlight beams dance upon

the trees. A soft wind whispers a caressing

breeze. The pale blue sky paints the

landscape; hovering with its cloud-covered

cape. At dusk the shadows sprint about...

dancing with the moonbeams no doubt. Night

closes in while creatures rest except for

the owl, perching his nest. An awesome

tapestry all its own; the forest itself

will not stand alone. Its fertile spirit

breathes life everlong, with the rustling

sounds of natures' song.

Copyright Ó 2005 Wanda Lyn Carr