Avalon Rising

In the heat of the day
I found a place
Heavy with magic
And summer’s grace;
 
Green leaves and shadows
That danced for me;
Colours that soothed me
And let me just be
 
One with the river
That flowed nearby;
One with the breezes
So I could fly
 
And out of its lushness
I found my pen
Flowed with its vision.
This natural den
 
Is just beyond home
Down a hidden trail
Caught in the vines
Of a shimmering veil

So like the stories

That I once read,
Avalon risen from
Wild flower bed.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray

With Memories Wrapped Around Me

Living among the shadows
Wind in the new Spring leaves
I finally reawaken.
Gone is the one who grieves.
 
I suddenly thought about you,
And realized you are gone.
But life is still full around me
And parts of you linger on.
 
I hear you at dawn.  I listen
As you say it’s time to go
On with the dreams we once had.
Now it is time to grow
 
Just like the earth around me.
There’s so much life to give.
With memories wrapped around me
I can begin to live.
 
 Pam H. Murray

 

Silent Voices

Through the windows of a dream
I saw you walking in the sun.
Your smile, a sign of innocence,
Reminded me of how you’d run
 
Into the fields with me to play
In childhood days when we were small.
I felt such joy wash over me
With all those games I now recall.
 
I’ve seen how life can intervene
And turn like seasons over time
‘Til silent voices cease to speak
Except in empty bits of rhyme.
 
But rhymes aren’t always empty words.
Sometimes their richness runs so deep
That echoes drop like skipping stones
Into the pool of restless sleep.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray
 

The Deep

The night is closing in.
It’s time to sleep
Let your dreams take over,
Pull you deep
 
Into a mystic sea
Where you will find
The wondrous thoughts
That live within the mind.
 
It’s here you rest
And you renew your soul,
And gather strength
Though life may take its toll.
 
It’s here we learn
Just who we’re born to be
And how to open eyes
To really see.
 
So slip into the depth
And fade away.
You will return
When sunlight brings the day.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray

 

A Pebble On The Mountain

Thirty years have laid my surface bare,
Padded shape and painted silver hair.
They’ve leant my mind a different point of view
And blinded eyes that once looked up to you.
 
Thirty years laid waste the dreams of youth
Controlling my achievements with the truth.
And thirty years have opened up my eyes
I see how far I am from being wise.
 
Thirty years once seemed so far away
But now it seems I started yesterday
Along a road that travelled much too fast,
A blur of motion as it spiralled past.
 
Thirty years is just a knot in time;
A pebble on this mountain that I climb.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray

Glory

Waking to a chill that tells me
Summer days are in the past,
My window frames the Autumn etchings
Of living leaves that change so fast
 
First to gold and crimson glory
Before they fade and start to fall
As sunlight dances through their shadows
Amidst the visions I recall.
 
It leaps through Autumns of my childhood
As I leaped into the day
Scattering a pile of leaves
‘Til angry voice chased me away
 
And squirrels begging for fresh walnuts
That we left by every tree
We’d played beneath throughout the summer.
They would store them frantically
 
To prepare for Winter’s coming
When snow lies thick on the ground
With all below it lying dormant
And little fresh food to be found.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray

 

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Our Women's Hands

I have no voice
I lie alone
A bullet passed
Through skin and bone
 
Has silenced me
But others rise
And lift their voices
To the skies
 
To condemn those
Who’d kill a child
Whose rousing words
Had been compiled
 
Against a world
That will not see
Girl’s worth to
Humanity.
 
My sisters, please
Don’t let this go.
Around the world
Let knowledge grow
 
And fight against
The vice of fear.
Send our message
Out strong and clear,
 
That women have
A place as well
On all Life’s roads.
Don’t let them quell
 
Our voice of truth.
Let our demands
Be strengthened by
Our women’s hands.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray

 

Building Blocks

Sunlight on the water dancing
Gently with its Autumn flow
Lends its rhythm to a shoreline
Caught in a transforming glow
 
Of scarlet leaves and golden grasses,
Murmured sounds and watching eyes.
Distant voices mark the passage,
River beneath October skies.
 
A fishing pole dropped over railings
Held in hands as old as time,
Weathered face reflecting seasons,
All are building blocks to rhyme.
 
© 2013  Pam H. Murray