The Moor - Ghost of time

Up on the open moor the wind howls so,But listen carefully. It is the ghosts of time!Hush the winds drops in a blink of an eye.
Grass of green and brown the tor’s rise upCreating sculptures by natures own hand,As the wind and rain strip the surface toShow the beauty hidden within.
There they stand small or tall oh so grand.Untouched by human hand. I run the hilltop and reachFor the sky viewed onlyBy the sun the moonAnd the stars and I.
It is early morn a thick mist rolls in,Creeping so slowly surrounding meOn my rock my hilly place. I seeA lonesome stag stands there
so wild so free grazing his
Antlers so majestic as
he holds his head regal and high.
The mist clears a new dawn just begun. The endless river flows sunlight dancing A waterfall over rocks fall like white silk
strands they shine so.
The stream flows singing a melody brightacross the moor. Fast running waterfish fly towards the sky on a journey
unknown they dance to the
melody of the magic band
The sky now turns a soft satin pinkOut lining the mountain tops. New sunsets my mountainsStretch forth now turns toGolden Red - flames.

— Electric Blue, Jun 30, 2009

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Electric Blue

16 years 11 months ago

The Moor - Ghost of time

message from maggie On word this looked great but on transfer some of the lines got seperated. I hope it does not spoil for flow of the poem. Electric blue

deelilah

16 years 11 months ago

Ghosts

Hi Maggie, Somehow, I got lost in the mists of time, and let this one go by. I give it a 5 for ideas and content; but for now a 4. If you were to clean it up just a little, it could be quite good. Rett told me once, when I had trouble with transferring a Word document, to copy the document from Word into Notepad, and from Notepad to Neo. This seemed to clear up my problem. Also once I really had to dig into the hidden commands in Word to even get it to transfer from Word to Notepad to Neo. 'It is the ghosts of time!' (I know it is about ghosts, plural, but somehow the seemingly so verb disagreement has me stumbling--maybe something like: But listen carefully, the ghosts of time; or you could consider the ghost of time---not sure at all what to do, if anything.) 'And the stars and I.' (Here, I think, 'And the stars and me.') The poem is packed with beautiful images. I like the occasional surprise rhyme, like 'oh so grand' and 'human hand' and 'surrounding me' and I see' Always a pleasure visiting your work, Maggie. Have an especially sunny day. Yours, Dee

Electric Blue

16 years 11 months ago

The Moor - Ghosts of Time

Dee I love your picture in your truck. I am only 4'11" You too do not look that tall? Yes this is a bit of a mixture? O just let my spirit wander. I was walking the moor alone as it is a special place just me the winds whispering thinking of how many others too have come this way and sat where I sit thinking the same as I? Just to feel the elements against my face my body. Touching the stones where others have left their mark their spirit too. I just felt in tune where I can drift between the past and present images appear etc. Then some of it just fell into rhyme without thinking. Watching the sky turn from day to night watching the night sky changing colours so soft I could touch it by running my hand over the sky feeling it like sheets of silk so smooth. ButI could reach the stars and grab one making wishes for another too who looked up at the stars and made a wish too. Electric Blue

Seren

16 years 10 months ago

Maggie I loved the images in

Maggie I loved the images in this one its beautiful and stark but also soft ... Loved it my friend will come back when i am not so tired and have another look at it .. Up on the open moor the wind howls so, But listen carefully. It is the ghosts of time! There are many such ghosts wandering this earth my friend ... Much Love Jayne x x

Electric Blue

16 years 10 months ago

The Moor

Jayne Thank you my friend - maybe this is the place i feel at home the best on my own with the elements outcast for eternity alone but not alone. As in my studio alone and not alone to create alone or with someone but most of the time 99% is alone. But I have my heathcliffe and I am his Cathy Always here call Maggie xx Electric blue

Candlewitch

16 years 10 months ago

I was instantly reminded

Of "Wuthering Heights" and Heathcliff and Cathy. A beautiful and haunting write! Always, Cat

Electric Blue

16 years 10 months ago

The Moor

CAT Exactly But I am waiting for my Heathcliffe to coming running up the hillside and sit with me. The wind the rain fall hard and fast full of whispers of the past luring me to venture but which way to turn but to listen for his return always Maggie I get a picture in my head when i am out in places like this and stories flood in. cannot help words tumble fast but with all the elements of heat and cold too.