~A Quiet Sanctuary

A day of simple things
Artist supplies and a straw hat
A hot sultry humid summer day and an art commission
Sitting by a hidden pond
Hidden behind a clever house
Hidden among lush prairie grass
Among a variety of flowers
A scenic path encircled
Nature abundance in an enclosed hidden garden
Outlining a house built by an eccentric biologist
and his late artist wife
For the university biology department
A natural sanctuary of beauty small enclosed
Suddenly sitting there brow somewhat furrowed
While catching a line of perspective
perspiration
A sudden rush and rustle in the grass and a slitherin
 into the lilly pad covered pond
like a Monet painting
Splash…near me a somewhere serpent
Sitting  very stilly I remained
Only later to observe two  wonderous delights
First two large red Irish setters bounding
 splashing
excitedly in the pond
Gleefully
 and I laughed at their erstwhile antics
Sitting quietly
Watching , observing
Rewarded later
a gift flying in on the air
an entrancing vision
Two great white horned owls
A majestic couple
Wide expanse of wings reaching
Dove in flapping their massive wings together in unison
Beauty in out line and power of that intangible attribute
Attributed to owls… wisdom personified
In beauty and powerful wings
water splashing eveywhere
light catching the drops flying
I sitting in awe silently appreciative
Quietly transfixed
In this quiet sanctuary
artist astounded by nature and tranquiltity
in observation only
 a silent observer in reflection of  marvelous movement
 in nature
creatiion of a Higher Source of Artistry
Divine creation manifested in their bathing dance
I a lone observer of this  beauty
amazed at the equisite wings
transfixed  by this pair, obvious mates
in harmony
while I a mere passerby for a time
looking on silently
reflections of creation and the intense beauty
vividly imprinted on mind
and in memory
intense beauty of moving
serenity quietly observing
-- Cheryl Greenfield, September 2010

~Autum's Finery

Artwork~Cheryl Greenfield
Poem by Cheryl Greenfield copyright@ September, 2009, 2010

http://globalpoets.org/community/blog/view/id_2101/title_-Autumn’s-Finery/

Poem~ Corn Cob Hill

~Corn Cob Hill
Perspectives and perceptions
Thoughts and reflections
Out of the intrinsic self
Inner seat of knowing
Or in the not knowing
All depending…
We cherish childhood moments
Child hood remembering
Wishing upon a star dreaming
Or looking frightened at a dark closet
Afraid some monster is hiding
Hovering under our covers
Convincing ourselves
Imagination and imagining frightful things
Moments of blowing bubbles in the air
Flying down a giant corn cob hill
In boxes because a grandfather encouraged all
Fun and courage in good humor
What a reflection retrospectively
Walking over a high spanned bridge high
Over a flowing river
Peering down at the rushing water
That same grandfather encouraging courage
Calling me, “Softie
Due to running fast and never glancing on an object
Running and not running in to things
Gracefully he said back then
Positive reflections and retrospectively
Amusing at all our antics
Motley crew of cousins, other siblings and me
Summer days and adventuring
Playing on a large cement stage the old
Bandstand
Running through the historical grounds
They were the Calvary and I the Indian princess
Where history of the westward expansion actually happened
Catching fish, tad poles, or in the case of my cousin,
Nicknamed, “Pancake” a giant turtle
The corncob hill seemed forty feet high in the air
Behind the old overall factory
Down the rail road tracks
By giant grain elevators
We sled in summer time
Boxes flying down a corncob hill high and flying
Intensely exciting and thrilling
Building intrepidness and courage and adventuring
We finished off the day of exploring
In the abandoned rail road cemetery
Old passenger cars and cabooses
Finally, arriving at the cool fanned drug store
Where allowed to read comics
Of adventure for two hours
Eating ice cream, or having a root beer float
While sitting reading completely free
My grandfather made some financial arrangement
Evidently
We were in bliss of this moment
Dreams and adventures of youthful fancy
Hugging to self such marvelous memories
Built in character and imprinted graciously
In love of that time and that then, them, and that me
No obstacle too great, no dream too daunting
All and everything beamed possible
Ever grateful ever true

-- Cheryl Greenfield September 2010 @copyright

Ah~awe~ alt

Just the last few weeks I've had the most amazing responses to my poetry that has given me such encouragement and decidedly I'm in ah~awe~alt! Yes, that should be a WORD...lol for it certainly describes my feelings right now. Read a poem recently by Laura Schultz on her 'muse'   (http://www.lauraschultznow.com/innercompanion.html )
 ...and, yes, I'm smitten by a muse for one cannot not write when under the influence.... a writing fever?

Poetry is a way for me to express my inner self and to sort through the stuff life is and all the in between
the lines... Writing novels helps me to identify with relationships and take characters to places I've never been to as well... So in the now...I'm over the rainbow writing and feeling and sensing
as never before... it feels right and it feels good; moreover, it is a distinctly good place to be!

~A bit about me...

First, I have loved blogging since the late great 360 yahoo experience; moreover,   I was able to enjoy meeting people of all sorts there...which is very much a part of me... liking different cultures, learning about different backgrounds, and observing the lives of others through their own perspective.  It is an ever enhancing experience to familiarize yourself with things you didn't know you didn't know... (laughs, here, retrospectively). Just love people and history-- all of it. 

Second, I have found all the university hours accumulated over a period of years while raising four sons as a single parent taught me many things about myself...both weaknesses and strengths and we are definitely focusing on the strengths and the positive in this blog for I cannot abide in negative vibes for long without feeling I'm withering away... Writing poetry is a way I cope with and work with things on my mind and in my life... it is an expression of my inner self revealed in various ways.  So, you will be seeing  posts of poetry often, here.

Third, I'm writing a novel or two in the beginning stages. One is about my life experience with great wonderful grandparents and how they impacted and influenced both myself and my cousins-- we were a motley crew following a grandfather into adventures (part of the story's main theme and title of the book to be: Corn Cob Hill). The other novel is a regency novel based on that period Jane Austin masterly wrote about... my novel is for the fun of the romance and the fun found in love in that time frame with the values of that
period in the forefront.. a fun lovely write I'm enjoying. Jane and the Bronte sisters influenced me early on...Another great late regency writers was Georgette Heyer who wrote a favorite novel, "Faro's Daughter'.... (fell madly for that hero, aha).  Early on as a teen had read in serial form the "Mistress of Mellyn by Victoria Holt and was swept away by the mystery and intrigue ...along with the ideal of Tarzan  (the man of my dreams back then)...adventures in all the books by Edgar Rice Burroughs). Ahhhh, those men described in fiction making a young heart beat pitter patter faster and faster!

Fourth, I'm just me with all my imperfections and  abilities, insights and my own perception gained through my own particular unique journey in life always looking forward to seeing how things continue (*smiles, here).  I welcome you to my blog and hope you will find something interesting and a new way to see...

                                                                            Fond regards to my fellow bloggers!
                                                                                          ~Cheryl