Poe-A-Tree Blog Event: La Via de 'la vie'


I look out into the sea...


and see infinite beauty surrounding me...
where sky and men converge
into ONE vast reality...
and hope rises like sea bubbles
reaching ....
beckoning me to
embark in a ceaseless journey

embracing life
à bras ouverts



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I read this invitation from Roy Durham of royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com two days ago :

Who would like to take part in a blog event?

What I have in mine is a Poe-a-tree blog event, each blogger will post a verse to the poem topic and the links to the other participating blogs. Sounds like fun to me.
Here is the theme of the poem so you can start poeming a verse “I am standing on a beach looking out to the horizon, what are my thoughts”. “What do I see, what do I feel, what is calling to me.” These are the question to ask yourself and then write a verse. As many lines as you feel like...

I told him I'm not so good in poetry...but his catch was the word "fun"...


Oh Roy, this is what real Franciscan joy is all about!  

Here is the list of those who participated in this event with me...do check them out :



forever grateful cowboy... you're right, this is FUN!

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This Moment





"A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember."
“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by theWee Man adopted from SouleMama which was introduced by Sarah-Jane.


 If you have a Moment to share, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section. Thanks :*


Comments

  1. fantasy in practicalityJuly 1, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    i stop by, stoop and dig deep in you when i suspect life to be my dearest. this morning you are with me, your verses are my sanity, i respect your perspective of making life beautiful in all correctness though moments are incorrect and misplaced sometimes.

    loved the poem and living moment. i am without words. you are my strength, my soul sensitivity.

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  2. BongoJuly 1, 2011 at 2:15 PM

    OHHHHHHHH the beachhhhhhh..heaven...As always...XOXOXOXO

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  3. sulekkhaJuly 1, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    Lovely poetry and picture Melissa, I have yet to write mine :)

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  4. Geeta SinghJuly 1, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    lovely simply loved this :)

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  5. RimlyJuly 1, 2011 at 8:20 PM

    Beautiful poetry from a beautiful person. Lovely Melissa.

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  6. Roy DurhamJuly 1, 2011 at 8:34 PM

    and you said you could not write poetry well i see you can a it is beautiful. thank you for the poem and being on the Poe-a-tree hop god bless

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  7. Mari Sterling WilburJuly 2, 2011 at 3:42 AM

    Love your poem - perfect and beautifully written! The photography is stellar!!!

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  8. AnonymousJuly 3, 2011 at 5:40 AM

    Hi, Melissa! I enjoyed your poem; I'm glad you pushed forward with participating!

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  9. JudieJuly 5, 2011 at 3:42 AM

    Love your blog, Melissa! And your Poe-a-tree entry is wonderful. I hope you'll check out mine!

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  10. AlfandiJuly 6, 2011 at 11:26 PM

    nice photos, I'm bad with poems..bummer..

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