Grab a cuppa tea or coffee and have a short read of my Poetry and Eclectic Thoughts.

"Poems are rough notations for the music we are."  Jalaluddin Rumi


Now, in the winter, I follow a path,

A fire road carved out of the woods through the trees,

Winding in and out like a snake seeking food.

I feel the cold wind on my back

Cutting through the light jacket

The sharp teeth of winter biting my face.

A deep grey sky indicates a pending snowstorm.

In the distance, a black crow caws his message to the forest,

Echoing on the cold, heavy air.

He receives no answer to his call.

A raven, unexpectedly, has perched upon my shoulder,

Its blue-black wings tight against its slender, hollow bones.

Leaning slightly forward, his jet black eye peers into mine,

Speaking a silent language,

Warning me.

But I cannot hear the silent thoughts;

I cannot heed his warning.

“Why, raven, have you sought me out among all others? 

What message do you bring me?”

But the silent raven only stares,

And digs with sharp talons into my coat,

The wind moving his feathers in a flapping motion

As if willing him to fly.

Yet he clings.

“What is the message, raven?” I ask again silently.

His eyes, like deep, dark pools of swirly, muddy water, give only a penetrating stare.

The wind increases,

The dark bird flies,

And I am left to face the coldness of the night alone,

Wondering if the raven  has stolen my soul.



In the middle of the night
A star fell from the sky.
I watched as its bright, diamond sparkle tumbled and gently floated from high.

The star nestled into the earth,
And over time it grew and became a lovely flower
With sunlight weaving through its slowly unfolding petals,
Opening to the world,
It’s core a golden heart, trusting, full of sweetness and color.

Each season I watched as the flower folded into itself,
Yet soon became reborn,
Changing and growing,
Its petals becoming even more lovely than before,
Its golden heart widening, filling with love.

Then, just when the flower was at its most beautiful,
At the brink of fulfilling its earthbound destiny,
At the edge of a newer, fuller life,
Just then…
The flower was plucked!

No more to open its lovely, pure petals,
Its scented heart.
No more to feel the sunshine on its gentle, upturned face,
Nor to feel the warm rain of life trickle to its roots to help it grow.
The flower was plucked!
Sadly it faded,
Was gone.

Sometimes, when I watch the sky at night
And I see falling stars
I wonder.
“Is that my flower?
Has it gone home only to return one day to flourish again? 
Or do I dream in vain?”



If you die, I’ll know it was from a broken heart.
I can see it doesn’t work any longer.
It’s fragmented.
Like an electrical circuit interrupted,
Your emotions zig-zag
In and out,
Up and down,
Hot and cold,
Freezing cold!

You try, I can see that.
I watch, and hope, but nothing works right.
Like a small bird with a broken wing
You start and stop,
Try and fail,
When all the time the dark cat hiding behind the bush
Waits for you to tire,
To become weak,
To stumble and fall,

If you die, I’ll know your heart became tired of trying.
I’ll know the wings folded and gave up.
I’ll know the fractured heart shattered.
If you die.
I do hope you enjoyed my writings.  I certainly enjoyed bringing them to you.


  1. Oh Indeed! I enjoyed your writings very very much! All three are really beautiful and poignant, too....Really Lovely, Judie......I found all three very touching. Thank You for sharing these poems with us....

  2. I didna take your advice to grab a cuppa....
    So now I must. I want to ponder your words between sips of joe and the chill of the blue black raven wings. I'll be back.
    Just wonderful Judie.

  3. I had already made a cup of tea !! your poetry is just divine.. I feel that it has come from deep within your soul.. I love your words Judie xoxo

  4. Your words definitely did come from your soul. I can really relate to the last one, "If You Die." I'm so happy to see you writing your poetry and releasing feelings. It's like the spirit is being released of pent up emotions. Great job Judie. I loved your poetry. Thanks you for sharing. Oh, I just noticed that gemma is back. She was off for a short time, taking a break. Take care Judie. Thank you for your nice comment on my blog.

  5. i love words and wish i could write more specially poetry but i do try, i always trying...
    your is very lovely and emotional
    hugs my dear blog friend


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