kara towe Poems
|1.||A Mother's Warning||12/21/2011|
|3.||A Glorious Vision||12/30/2011|
|4.||Etched In Glass||1/3/2012|
|14.||Reckoning With My Soul||6/19/2013|
|15.||In The Meadow Where I Live||8/20/2013|
|22.||A Flower Tale||8/20/2013|
|23.||My Lil Boy||8/20/2013|
|28.||To Our Wonderful Daughter||11/28/2011|
|32.||My Version Of Pretty Polly||8/20/2013|
|36.||Blessings Of Joy||1/13/2012|
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The Merry-Go-Round starts to turn as Bachs’ Toccata Adagio and figure in C begins to play.
It slowly picks up speed as the tempo rises.
Up and down in a circular motion, the brightly ornamented horses begin their pace.
Steadily they arrive to a rushing stampede.
Brightly lit bulbs of vibrant colors are mirrored as the race continues.
Around and around I ride on my steed soon I find myself going top speed.
As the outside world whirls by, ever changing with each catch of the eye, I find myself gliding through the air being exhilarated, wind blowing through my hair.
I reach ...
Shimmering light, rippling reflections, folding layers, the small rivers’ waters’ gently rapid white.
They mirror while gliding over smooth graveled, muddied beds feathered by aquatic forests that sway in a uni-cent dance, where the small watery creatures find refuge and feed.
Behind the boulders, just after the rapids’ shoots lay bigger pools where inland salmon leer, weaving their bodies against a steady push, shaded by the rivers edge, fallen log or sturdy bush, waiting patiently for a meal