Friday, January 25, 2008

Transitions


Daybreaks
Birds sing their song
Cascading waters flow
A breeze whistles among treetops
Night falls.


Relaxed
Is the mid-night
Reflection of the moon
That glistens soundly upon me
Tonight.

Silence
Soft petals fall
Rippling wonders of
Dreams untouched by curious
Fingers.

12 comments:

Don said...

Love the softer side of msP.

One Man’s Opinion said...

What a sweet, mellow little piece of poetry.

MsPuddin said...

Thanks guys...I'm really bad at peotry...just thought I'd throw some out there to get some feedback...

LeAnne@Hairs My Story Team said...

Very beautiful. Ingeneous idea for a blog and a breath of fresh air.
hairsmystory.com

!*!*!*!*!Fresh and Fab!*!*!*!*! said...

THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL, LOVE IT

sid said...

"dreams untouched by curious fingers". Nice

Shambhu said...

Lovely!

Mighty Dyckerson said...

Did you say somebody mooned you?

Tawanna Howard Caldwell (aka Tatiana Caldwell) said...

This is a really nice blog you have going here. I like your poetry and especially your short fiction.

I hope you don't mind, but I linked to this blog from mine.

Take care, and hope you had a happy birthday!

-- Wanna

Mizrepresent said...

Me likes...yeah, that felt soft!

One Man’s Opinion said...

Come on Ms. Puddin. Where you at?

Baby Kiki Wallace, Reporter said...

Very nice. This poem was soft, serene and reminded me of sitting at my window having my thoughts drift off into the nite as I normally do.

Keep it up. I like reading. :-)