Poem 213:

Ripples in the Stream

——————–

Ripples in the stream
will rise, only to fall
the butterflies of time

© 2016 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 212:

Cabin in the Woods

Forgotten in the Woods

——————–

Forgotten in the woods
lies a cabin amidst the forest trees
hiding in the shadows
of another time, of days now spent

her home once decorated with cheer
her children banged her doors
and clamored with joy
but she was happy to have them
amidst the forest floor

time now affray
she waits for another day
when her children once again
remember her youth, of time spent together
in the cabin hiding in the woods.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 211:

Cabo, the Rocky Shore

Rocky Shores Redux

——————–

Until the oar rows against the tempus wave
and the heart walks a rocky shore,
who we are is but a mystery,
truths veiled within the soul

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

(just for fun, another version of Poem 209
…finding the  courage that lies within)

Poem 210:

Winter’s Song

——————–

Within winter storms
sleeps the summer rose
until spring brings with promise
summer rains and sunlit rays
her petals to unfold

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Poem 209:

the Rocky Shore

——————–

Protected by an ancient sea
hidden truths held within the soul
lie upon the rocky shore

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Poem 208:

A Dirty Little Railroad

——————–

Time
a dirty little railroad
hidden in forest trees
not knowing where you’re going
or where you’ve been
one day you arrive
all alone.

Forgotten
in the midst of the forest,
amid life’s battles and frays
was a childhood friend and loved ones dear
somewhere along the way,
a heart grew weary.

Before
that ole train pulls in,
invite someone to join you,
the heart now hollow, fill  with love
and when you finally step off,
do so, with a friend.

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 207:

Prayers that flutter along

——————–

Noticed only by the creator’s hand,
broken songs, like our prayers,
oft flutter along, seemingly unheard,
steps winding nowhere,
steps that wind without grace.

Without the morning sun,
a heart has no song, notes
playing without a melody,
broken promises and shuttered dreams
scattered upon prayers
that just flutter along.

Forgotten though they may be
a broken prayer will find its melody
in the creator’s warm embrace,
and in the mourning doves coo
find again its place
and yield to sunlit rays.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 204:

Waves

——————–

Time
rises with a morning tide
to recede with the setting sun
life begins and ends with each
waves crashing upon the shore.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 201:

The Room Remembered

——————–

With watchful eyes silently attending
the room remembered her guests that day
the hammer and steel of a nation to be laid
I remember said the room
sacred truths held by all, truths
written upon a parchment scroll.

in time storm clouds gathered
wars would emerge, with great regret
claimed the lives of many who had met
years continued, years of toll,
hammered out rules to live by, rules of law
to guide a nation that was yet.

though in silence to remain,
until time fades from view
I remember, said the room
that day now long past, the day
the Declaration of Independence
was signed within these walls.

——————–
Standing amidst hollowed walls
their assemblies gathered there
of a nation to be, of time that was yet
a time when the liberty in men’s hearts
was set upon a scroll

(… Inspired by a 2014 devotional by Stan Ellsworth).

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 206:

Roses from a Summer Fallen

Roses from a summer fallen
arise in sprays of a fountain mist,
reflecting quiet moments in the storm,
tidal waves waiting within the spray.

for the silence not heard,
the tidal waves that await
remind the rose that winter
also resides, within the mist.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 202:

Nightly Turns

When what was night turns to day,
a journey once at end,
waits to begin.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 205:

Friends

Waiting

——————–

My friends wait upon the shore
for a morsel, just a bite
that they may eat

And should a fish stray
into their hunting lane
well, they become that morsel,
they shall eat

another poem, just for fun:-)

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 203:

A Mexican worker collects turtle eggs to be re-buried in a protected pen.

A Mexican worker collects turtle eggs to be re-buried in a protected pen. Photo by Diane Thayer, used by permission

By the Sea

——————–

In the moons soft glow
the turtle wades ashore
to begin life’s journey
for her eggs held within

in the dead of night
while others do sleep
her nest will be made
the eggs to be laid

in the sand by the sea
she kept her promise to the shore
a lasting mark, amidst the sands
grains of life held within
a circle begins again.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 182:

Lady Liberty

——————–

Within Lady Liberty burns an eternal truth,
a solemn truth against which tyrants
in night’s darkness shall ever rage
for in their blindness is the light
they can neither comprehend
nor prevail.

the light she holds, is born in not just one
but in all her children
born this day and in days to come,
the present forged in days now past
a virtue held oh so dear.

and should night arise
before the work is done,
she holds the torch to mark the way
a guiding light to all that come
saying quietly, here, here you may stay
to find the freedom you hold so dear.

——————–
Within the Lady is truth eternal
a solemn dignity
embraced by all her children, past and present,
of which the tyrant
can neither understand nor prevail
it is the light a despot cannot see.


(…just a thought on the upcoming 4th)

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 200:

Forbidden

——————–

Forbidden by day
the firefly hides within morning light
there to slumber until the night

And though veiled within the light
when the sun fades, and the moon begins her ascent
they emerge to dance in our dreams
our mind to explore

dreams, the firefly hidden by a daily hustle
a rush to work, a rush to play
ever emerge, like the stars at twilight
mark the coming of the night

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 123:

Fountain Reflection

Rise Again from the Fall

——————–

Woven in the fabric of time
awaits the measure of our birth
of those that fall, some that crawl
a lonely mountain path, or storms that pass

The knowledge they seek,
is to find the measure of the soul
to remove from sight,
the awful struggles clothed in night

In that twilight abyss
seems so dark its easy to miss
that while all do fall, the gardener lays
but one measure to the day

The rod by which he prunes
is the faith to get up,
yet continue to fall
to rise again from the fall

And though we ponder anew
why a loving father
does not extend a helping hand,
when we ever so often fall

His hand is there to find
it’s just that in this estate
he trusts you more than you
and gave you strength to rise from the fall

He too once walked the earth
knows what it is to fail,
to stumble in the night
yet rise again by morning light

Each is the measure of the eternity
that lies just behind the wall

While all shall stumble
the measure of an endless state
stands waiting there, for each to rise
the anointed to walk through her gate

He trusts you more than you
and knows you will rise from the fall
now his hand you may fully take his hand
arise to an eternal state.

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

Poem 199:

The Duck Poem

——————–

The tyrant said to the slave
stand here, and await my call

no, said the duck, no slave am I
for what you see is but a reflection of my dignity,
my soul is free, and never belonged to thee

the chains you placed upon me, sir, cannot bind
for what you thought and claimed
was never to be, an illusion of
your soul, not of eternity

——————–
Quack Quack
(Duck for ‘Bye Now’)

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 196:

Grasses

the Grassy Shore

——————–

I met a smile today
as I walked along the grassy shore
that chased away the shadows
from the heart, and brightened the path
I had chosen to explore

Some ways down, in the distance
hidden in a face that was yet
a growl was lurking, waiting
to steal the sunlit ray
found in the beauty of the bay

I would not be deterred
and continued the walk,
determined when I met the growl,
I’d share the smile that I met today
along the grassy shore

And to my surprise
the growl began to glow
and that awful face, that gnarly face
shed its haze to reveal to my surprise
was my own, worn this morning, along the bay

——————–
the wonder of the smile met today
exchanged dark snarls
for those of a sunlit bay

——————–
(Author’s note: this was a cousin of Poem 195
written at the same time)

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 195:

Dancing in the Waves

——————–

In golden rays scattered upon the shore
I met a stranger dancing in the waves
with joy in every step, his face smiled
with radiant glow

His smile tore me from the abyss
that filled my heart, the sadness felt,
as I walked alone the path
set by the bay

He said but one word, dance,
that I too should dance amidst the waves
and welcome the sun as it gave birth
to a new day

the water and wind awakened my soul
whispering quietly that I too should dance
and welcome the smile hidden within the soul

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

another poem, just for fun:-)

Spring on the Farm

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 193:

Little Boys & their Dreams

——————–

Shadows cast in morning light
sing tales with great delight
of ghosts & goblins slain in the night.

When sleepy eyes awaken,
and fond memories remain,
silence marks remnants of the night
in the shadow that was a dream
the goblins were slain.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

… a poem just for fun:-)

Poem 192:

When Spring Awakens

——————–

Christmas ornaments now set aside
the fires warm glow now burns low
soon to give place to spring rains
where in the warmth of dying embers
spring buds begin their ascent,
ever eager to grow

in the midst of life’s flurries
the glow from within exclaims
the garden remains, the dust from the sun
sprinkled in morning dew
flowers waiting, begin to grow
sunrise waits upon the hill
winter embers burn low

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

… a poem to go with the picture, posted as When Spring Awakens

Valentines Day Fun

Poem 190: The Fire Within

——————–

Though Moses parted the Red sea
and Joshua made the sun stand still
only in your kiss, burn the fires of eternity.

Poem 191: The Door to My Heart

——————–

The door to my heart
has not a key
but you seem to walk in
whenever a dream floats by.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Mountain Morning

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 189:

a Lantern in the Night

——————–

A lantern in the night
lies within, waiting to bring forth life,
to paint the field with flowers,
and butterflies ever so bright

to chart a nighttime sky
and await the rise of day
to navigate the sea of clouds
and find the flower within

for inside the soul
a lantern burns deeply
seeking to find the butterfly
waiting to take flight.

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 185:

the Rustic Farm

——————–

The rustic farm
lies within the Autumn mist
forged by hands so long ago
it stands quietly in the shade
of time now past.

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

… a poem to go with the picture, posted as the Old Farm

Poem 188:

Summer’s Flame

——————–

In winters storms hearts oft collide
but within a summer breeze
loves flame ignites the fire
that burns through the night

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 175:

the Tempest Storm

——————–

What means the tempest storm
that arrives by twilight,
yet in silence does await
morning light?

Is it a shadow
pausing briefly in the night,
sagging limbs about to break,
or time that contemplates
what it is, that will be our fate?

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 186:

Vibrant Colors

——————–

When scented sheaves unfold
vibrant colors set in night
shall escape, with squeals & delight
a parade of flowers
brought forth in morning light,
each has a story to be told.

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 187:

Little Nudges Along the Way

——————–

Little nudges along the way
paint the portrait of a day
each one alone is not so much
together create the picture
of a soul.

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Donut Falls in the Spring

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 120:

Walking Backwards in Time

——————–

Walking backwards in time
a line is drawn, but never straight
hills and fields, ripples and stones
shape the valley of our fate

Solitary days and sleepless nights
replace moments of tender, joyful care
when passions distilled,
as leaves and petals floating on air

The road covered in frosty morn
of youthful years now well spent
slides along, another trail to emerge
where spirits merge, then struggle
the two to become as one

In winters storm to remain
until she too, reaches heaven’s gate
there her companion find once again
she knows in heaven, he does wait

—–
for all of those with a special someone
who has passed on…

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

Poem 184:

The Siren’s Song

——————–

A troll is always on the prowl
perhaps it’s ole T Rex,
just hanging around,
waiting patiently
to destroy our little town

Seems that dark troll
lingers under every bridge
passing the time
with but one thing in mind
his fate is to bring you down

that’s why memories and life
so need a delete key,
click delete, and…
they’re gone

Yep, hit the delete key,
and keep moving on:-)


(Click delete – works well on
ole boy friends, business partners..)

© 2014 by James Spruell, All rights reserved

Poem 183:

Five without Wings

——————–

Five without wings
who never learned to fly

Reckless indifference
walks a beach with life in tow
an ostrich with her head in the sand
who cannot grasp, another’s need at hand

Bait and switch giggles with a smile
then gives just a little twist
You look around wondering
where it is, you will land

The big house syndrome
after all, we all face challenges
words that speak loud and clear
they never walked a desert trail
looking for a helping hand
just a morsel that a mouth might fill

Patronizing tolerance
runs the great race that all might see
their knowledge and innocence
yet in the dark of night,
hear not the plea of their own cry
needing others to fill their light

It won’t happen to me
this I understand
as the stars pass by
in twilight, each will know

All born of fear
all afraid to let go,
to understand that God’s good hand
is upon all, in this his holy land

Only after we conquer fear
can we ever know
the butterfly who floats on wings,
wind and carriage of the earth,
is but a search
for the canopy of our birth

For truth floats on wings
not of mortal hands
for without wings
they cannot fly

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

Poem 179:

the Fountain

——————–

As water fills a vessel
your love fills the abyss
within the soul

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 178:

The Lamp Post

A Nightly Serenade

——————–

A cacophony of sound and sight
where adventures begin every night
sounds to battle, cries of love
emerge from hidden truths
from within a hidden light
dreams are born in the night

each with a story to tell
like a firefly, going hither, going there,
appearing only to disappear
the story hiding in their soul
lies in their starry flight
a cacophony of the night

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 176:

The Lone Marine

——————–

The old marine
buttoned up his coat
for the winter cold
and long journey home

As he strolled along the path
a lone dandelion
swayed gently in the breeze
bathed in the moons eerie rays

As he lingered for a moment,
he thought about time now gone
and noticed the grass just as green
as the day he left, so long ago

A lifetime of choices
a young heart was to make
& though he sought harmony
found instead, the warrior he must be

——

His journey home marked time
that he had served, time well spent
yet the voices of lives lost
ever traveled at his side

Few of his friends chose the trail of war,
but turned not aside
for home and family they fought
each remembered, waiting patiently
in eternity

Semper Fi – Happy Independence Day

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 173:

Boardwalk shadows

Amidst Shade & Tree

——————–

A familiar voice
reminds the cherished friend
while walking amidst forest leaves
remain on the boardwalk
until your journey finds its end

Until the day
when you walk back into the sun
look for the warmth upon your shoulder,
the single ray that will guide your way.

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

… a poem to go with the picture, posted as the Old Boardwalk

the Old Farm

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 174:

Sunday Morning Haiku

——————–

Lines of five, seven, five
Sunday morning Haiku
hut, hut, hut

Football’s just around the corner!

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 172:

Donut Falls

Spring Thaws

——————–

Spring runoffs with swollen creeks
water gurgling in the wind
a winding trail still filled with snow
tell us winter lingers near

But should spring thaws awaken
from the bedroom chamber
a rainbow’s smile & warm gentle breeze,
the morning sun awaits

Before the day’s sun bows low
within the mountain shade
the robin shall build its nest
a new song begun.

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 168:

Brush with Color

——————–

Brush with color
the flowers and sand
the moon with her golden glow
the sun as it sets below

Set aside the winds
of time, the songs of death
and remember the bright colors
of today’s sunrise, tomorrows sunset

Paint the mysteries of life
hidden fields filled with joy
the snowy path with winding trails
winds that touch the cold deep within

But what I remember most
of time that has passed,
is the tender moment
of that first gentle kiss,
so very long ago

——-
(for someone special…)

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

When Spring Awakens

2014 Canyon Hike

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 170:

Clouds

Misty Morn

In a misty morn
before the fog has set
a story shall unfold
where the mind met reality
and said nope, not yet.

——-
(for that very sleep morning
we all seem to run into from time to time.. )

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 169:

Sunrise

Time Babbling By

——————–

we sleep with covers over head
to emerge from nights cocoon
as if time will wait, her breath
for a moment pause

yet no seconds do, nor can they wait
tick tock seconds off the clock
extend to all their fate
lying in a daily slate

(Psst, it’s time to get up)

——-
As night merges into day
seconds escape, the hours do fade
tick tock, tick tock
are but seconds off the clock

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 125:

2014 Clouds 009

The Tiny Cloud

——————–

Hiding within the cloud
is a tiny ray of sun
waiting for the rain
until it too is done.

When the earth is cleansed
from drops within the tiny cloud
then comes the sun’s warm ray
to brighten all things found

The soil planted in gentle rain
yields the harvest of a morning dew
the tiny cloud with rain now through,
yields the ground to golden ray.

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

Poem 167:

Forest Path

Where Goes the Forest Path

——————–

Where goes the forest path
shrouded amidst the trees?
am I to believe it leads to God
or just endless leaves?

These things I ponder
then again, so do my friends
are those leaves from a tree
or the path God set for me

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem 134:

Amidst Sand & Waves

——————–

Washed in the morning tide
a beach awaits her many guests
tiny footprints wandering to and fro
along the water’s edge.

Perhaps
just a stranger passing by,
or a child seeking a treasure most rare
a shell or pebble that life might share.

Set in tiny footprints
beside the silent waves,
each has a prize they seek,
the wind and waves to dodge.

Written upon the sand
bound in these prints
is the record of a guest,
a chronicle of the soul.

———–

Later waves begin again
erase the sand with gentle glide
to await imprints of someone new
the child, a crab, we know not who.

Each day before the morning tide
is the place
where pebbles and shells talk
in quiet solitude, a beach to walk.

Each in innocence do hide
the day’s sunset, a morrow sunrise.

Tiny footprints in the sand
await the morning tide
to discover again a daily fare,
what it is, the waves do bare.

———–

Moonlit waves now wash with gentle sweep
erase from view the record they keep
to await someone new, the tiny footprints,
sands now hide.

The wonders these tiny prints do veil
record the tale of a wandering soul
impressions of life’s many guests
just passing by.

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

Poem 126:

The Hunter

——————–

From beyond the valley edge
the sun with a single stroke
shall awaken from night’s dream
the deer, the fawn and roe

Along canyon walls
sparrows and blue jays
prepare their morning song
to mark the approaching dawn,
the coming of day

While doe and fawn
stand in bold relief,
nibbling upon an autumn leaf,
time and meadow begin a dance
to decide the fate of who will go
and who will stay, this frosty morn

Time quietly watches from the rim
a silent truth to sketch below
allows each creature to construe
the choice, the path to pursue

With rifle in hand
the hunter waits upon the rim
gazing beyond those canyon walls,
for his prize, grazing upon the land

Yet, this day he will choose
a path  he never before knew
to hear the silence of a rising sun,
to feel the presence of the valley below

This morning no shot will be fired,
no prize will he take,
of deer feeding in the meadow,
calmly, ever so calmly by the lake

Peace shall prevail on a frosty morn
set upon a canyon long forgot
today the valley chose to spare,
the hunter who came, without a shot

© 2012 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

Of Times Long Ago

old-relic

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