November 3, 2018 by bardessdmdenton

Saturday Short: Simply Raking

The light was low,

shadows soft,

layers of leaves

gathered

with my thoughts;

no wind

to blow

them away.

~ an oldie by DM Denton

1. Out of clutter, find simplicity
2. From discord, find harmony
3. In the middle of a difficulty lies opportunity

~ Albert Einstein, Three Rules of Work

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October 24, 2014 by bardessdmdenton

Simply Raking

The light was low,

shadows soft,

layers of leaves

gathered

with my thoughts;

no wind

to blow

them away.

1. Out of clutter, find simplicity

2. From discord, find harmony

3. In the middle of a difficulty lies opportunity

~ Albert Einstein

This repost is for my dear friend and the amazing poetess, Ina Schroders-Zeeders and her husband, Toussaint. They are going through a very difficult time at present due to Toussaint’s illness. I ask you to join me in prayers of hope and healing for them.

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November 22, 2013 by bardessdmdenton

Contemplation on Saint Cecilia – Feast Day: November 22nd

The martyred Saint Cecilia (2nd Century) is the patron saint of music, musicians, and poetry.

I am reposting my prose-poem below in honor of Saint Cecilia’s Feast Day, which is today, November 22nd. I won’t share any gruesome story about her death and matrydom, just that as she was dying she sang to God. It is also written that as the musicians played at her wedding she “sang in her heart to the Lord” … and that she listened to the voices of angels.

I give thanks for all the arts, including music and poetry.

If music was a light, it would sound brighter in the dark. Like the glow around the moon, it would fade to illuminate the stars.

If music was composed of rays, it would lift the mist from the world, until its brilliance played across the skies not silenced by the clouds.

If music was a mirror, it would reflect each soul that listened.

If music was eternity, it would be heard beyond all breathing, accompanied by the heartstrings of the angels, never to be broken.

If music was silence, it would be for our ears to hear nothing but its calling us to paradise.

If you wish to read more about Saint Cecilia please check out her listing on Wikipedia.

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December 23, 2012 by bardessdmdenton

The Conscience of Christmas

The weather isn’t frightful
as the snow falls on cue,
just following its heart
that longs for innocence
in a world where it is
all too brief.

The cold creates a warmth of
knowing we must come in
from the harsh winds that blow
humanity to shame
and haunt its soul for right
to be done.

The season cannot change what
happened to children who
did not doubt tomorrow
and to all those who did,
their smiles lost in tears
not in vain.

For as long as winter turns
from darkness to cast light
on a softer view through
the narrowing window
of how to make amends,
we must try.

Blessings of the season to all.
Prayers for non-violence to prevail
in the New Year and beyond.

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

December 9, 2012 by bardessdmdenton

Contemplation on Saint Cecilia

If music was a light, it would sound brighter in the dark. Like the glow around the moon, it would fade to illuminate the stars.

If music was composed of rays, it would lift the mist from the world, until its brilliance played across the skies not silenced by the clouds.

If music was a mirror, it would reflect each soul that listened.

If music was eternity, it would be heard beyond all breathing, accompanied by the heartstrings of the angels, never to be broken.

If music was silence, it would be for our ears to hear nothing but its calling us to paradise.

The martyred Saint Cecilia (2nd Century) is the patron saint of music, musicians, and poetry.

It is told that as she was dying she sang to God. It is also written that as the musicians played at her wedding she “sang in her heart to the Lord”. Her feast day is celebrated … November 22.

(Since I first published I have removed the details of Saint Cecilia’s death, as I realized they were taking away from my original intention of this post … to be about light and hope, not darkness or suffering.)

If you wish to read more about Saint Cecilia please check out her listing on Wikipedia.

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

June 5, 2012 by bardessdmdenton

Poem: Clearing for Bluebells

I am long gone
from that small coppice
where one man’s purpose
was all I had.

His saw, his scythe
cut through the clutter
to shed some light where
the ground was soft.

Fires were set
to burn away brash
and warm us at last
on such cold days.

We’d stop for lunch
and speak of nothing
except the birdsong
leaving winter.

He loved my hair
and constant silence
and woman’s promise
to stay for hope.

My hands, my heart
wanted to be his
working with nature’s
way of growing.

Clearing the way
for sunshine and rain
growing love not blame
from what was past.

Bluebells, bluebells
in sight and fragrance
I have come back since
just as he thought

I would.

Without darkness, Nothing comes to birth, As without light, Nothing flowers. May Sarton (American poet, novelist, and memoirist, 1912 – 1995)

I must acknowledge Laurel’s Reflections as the inspiration for this painting and poem, specifically her post of May 15, 2012, Bluebells and Other Delights where she shared some photographs taken on a family day out to Emmett’s Garden in Kent, UK. This post is dedicated to Laurel with wishes for her continued moving out of a tragic darkness into a flowering life.

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November 23, 2011 by bardessdmdenton

Nature Insight: Dawn Speaks

At day’s break the only chatter that needs to be heard rises up—not with alarm but conviction for what waits to be enjoyed and avoided.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers–
That perches in the soul–
And sings the tune without words–
And never stops–at all–

Emily Dickinson (American Poet, 1830 – 1886)

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October 19, 2011 by bardessdmdenton

Nature Insight: Simply Raking

The light was low,

shadows soft,

layers of leaves

gathered

with my thoughts;

no wind

to blow

them away.

1. Out of clutter, find simplicity
2. From discord, find harmony
3. In the middle of a difficulty lies opportunity

Albert Einstein, Three Rules of Work

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

The light was low,

shadows soft,

layers of leaves

gathered

with my thoughts;

no wind

to blow

them away.

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The light was low,

shadows soft,

layers of leaves

gathered

with my thoughts;

no wind

to blow

them away.

This repost is for my dear friend and the amazing poetess, Ina Schroders-Zeeders and her husband, Toussaint. They are going through a very difficult time at present due to Toussaint’s illness. I ask you to join me in prayers of hope and healing for them.

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I give thanks for all the arts, including music and poetry.

If music was a light, it would sound brighter in the dark. Like the glow around the moon, it would fade to illuminate the stars.

If music was composed of rays, it would lift the mist from the world, until its brilliance played across the skies not silenced by the clouds.

If music was a mirror, it would reflect each soul that listened.

If music was eternity, it would be heard beyond all breathing, accompanied by the heartstrings of the angels, never to be broken.

If music was silence, it would be for our ears to hear nothing but its calling us to paradise.

If you wish to read more about Saint Cecilia please check out her listing on Wikipedia.

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The weather isn’t frightful as the snow falls on cue, just following its heart that longs for innocence in a world where it is all too brief.

The cold creates a warmth of knowing we must come in from the harsh winds that blow humanity to shame and haunt its soul for right to be done.

The season cannot change what happened to children who did not doubt tomorrow and to all those who did, their smiles lost in tears not in vain.

For as long as winter turns from darkness to cast light on a softer view through the narrowing window of how to make amends, we must try.

Blessings of the season to all. Prayers for non-violence to prevail in the New Year and beyond.

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If music was a light, it would sound brighter in the dark. Like the glow around the moon, it would fade to illuminate the stars.

If music was composed of rays, it would lift the mist from the world, until its brilliance played across the skies not silenced by the clouds.

If music was a mirror, it would reflect each soul that listened.

If music was eternity, it would be heard beyond all breathing, accompanied by the heartstrings of the angels, never to be broken.

If music was silence, it would be for our ears to hear nothing but its calling us to paradise.

The martyred Saint Cecilia (2nd Century) is the patron saint of music, musicians, and poetry.

It is told that as she was dying she sang to God. It is also written that as the musicians played at her wedding she “sang in her heart to the Lord”. Her feast day is celebrated … November 22.

(Since I first published I have removed the details of Saint Cecilia’s death, as I realized they were taking away from my original intention of this post … to be about light and hope, not darkness or suffering.)

If you wish to read more about Saint Cecilia please check out her listing on Wikipedia.

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Without darkness, Nothing comes to birth, As without light, Nothing flowers. May Sarton (American poet, novelist, and memoirist, 1912 – 1995)

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At day’s break the only chatter that needs to be heard rises up—not with alarm but conviction for what waits to be enjoyed and avoided.

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The light was low,

shadows soft,

layers of leaves

gathered

with my thoughts;

no wind

to blow

them away.

Share this:

Like this:

The weather isn’t frightful
as the snow falls on cue,
just following its heart
that longs for innocence
in a world where it is
all too brief.

The cold creates a warmth of
knowing we must come in
from the harsh winds that blow
humanity to shame
and haunt its soul for right
to be done.

The season cannot change what
happened to children who
did not doubt tomorrow
and to all those who did,
their smiles lost in tears
not in vain.

For as long as winter turns
from darkness to cast light
on a softer view through
the narrowing window
of how to make amends,
we must try.

Blessings of the season to all.
Prayers for non-violence to prevail
in the New Year and beyond.