GOLDEN TREE

Meandering into the inner structure of a tree…

Golden Tree by Bridget Cameron.

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Earth Horizon

This is a new painting I did to go with my poem,

At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land.

Earth Horizon

 At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land,
rippling liquid rainbows upon the sand,
I lie back on the dunes and look up at the moon,
moving from horizon to its zenith all too soon.
I hear the hush of the sea, its murmurs and swells,
and hear its rumbling, moving waves crashing like bells.
I feel the earth pulsing beneath me,
I feel the sea moving within me,
As I watch the stars above twinkle,
in a space-time distorted wrinkle,
Upon our Galactic home, Earth,
She is our hearth!

© 2014 Bridget Cameron

SEA DANCE

SEA DANCE

TASTING FLIGHT

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
Leonardo da Vinci

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photo © Valentyn Volkov Volkov

Learning to fly, said the fly to the toad,

is an awfully easy thing to do.

Just think of where you want to go,

then flap real hard and you will surely go.

“That’s ok, if you have wings” said the toad with a moan.

The fly just smiled and said,

“Let your eyes look up and do the talking,

and then you will be walking,

straight to where you want to be.”

“But, I’m hungry now!” said the toad to the fly,

“and you will surely die!”

With a flick of his tongue,

as quick as a gun,

he licked that fly right out of the air.

Then swallowed real hard, that really wasn’t fair,

to poor old fly that could no longer fly.

The toad burped out loud and let out a sigh

then pronounced, “I guess it was your time to die.”

And in the darkness, the fly said one last goodbye,

before being absorbed by toad’s gastric juices,

no doubt a loser, or so it would seem.

For within a moment the fly found himself in a dream.

Lifted up from out of his pulped body,

  he ascended real high up into the light,

it was such a glorious sight,

oh what a flight!

He was not dead, no need to dread,

for life existed beyond the song,

and there he joined other souls’ along,

the very long road that pulsed with elephant, human and pine,

all singing fine,

to the heart of universal life.

 

© 2013 Bridget Cameron