L C Vieira
L C Vieira Poems
- This Wilderness 'Unworthy of this wilderness, a majesty too...
- Letters What happened to the art of writing long letters to ...
- Life Is Not Random Life is not random when each fall takes...
- Mental Health Awareness Week Oh, I'm aware. Too aware. I ...
- Bless The Child Bless the child who's blessed me, bless the...
- Wrapped Limbs The trees kissed each other Good Morning as I...
- Enchantment's Hour Enchantment's hour, soon elves at play ...
These words are just some of my works of many years and stories. They are not finished. The process continues. It started when a few poems escaped the journals high in the closets where I hid them. I've lassoed some, but others remain online, as wild as when they left.
I started writing poetry and verse as a young teen appreciating the details in nature. Poetry became a necessity as an adult dealing with life's challenges and joys. I see symbolism and stories everywhere, and so poems and art in all forms are waiting to be born. more »
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'Unworthy of this wilderness,
a majesty too great for kings,
lakes and rivers, wide as dreams,
moving faster than my words;
I'm humbled by this wilderness,
I have so little left to hold.
Few are these last provisions;
I am but a guest out here.
I am so small beneath these tall trees;
some fall hard as others rise.
High winds lift them up 'round me;
drum beat step in their own time.
Bright sun sneaks to hide each day,
so stars more brilliantly can shine.
Dancing native spirit skies,
calm us now, these anxious souls.