Wednesday, April 25, 2012

In The Light Of A Rose By Stephen Craig Rowe


In the light of a rose there seems to me to be a fair and poetic land.  Where color is true soft and bright.  A place of peace and yearning.
In the adventure

As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Above The Green by Stephen Craig Rowe


Above the green a fair sky graced the evening with lavender clouds.  Laced with soft hues of pink and purple against the blue.  A poet went sailing as quiet as a cat on the prowl in words, the ridge and woods. 
Poetry is best spoken quiet and near the light for all to see.
As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

Friday, April 06, 2012

One Hand In Earth, One Hand In The Stars And Eyes In The All By Stephen Craig Rowe A Garden Poem



How sweet the small flowers of spring seem to the gardener’s ghost that laid dark in winter sheds with cobwebs and dust.  Rakes and shovels tucked in a corner near old stuff gaining rust and failing memories.  Then spring comes!  There is a joy!  In the spark of the light.  The rush and flurry of birds and creatures on the ridge and upon the lands.  Working the earth and touching the stars.  Wearing night like a crown she drapes my time around her.  And we are one forever in the All.  As ever be well, with love

Thursday, April 05, 2012

My Love She Speaks Like Silence And I Hear Her Now Loud And Clear A Word Poem Walking In Night Dreams by Stephen Craig Rowe

Some say the light is fading.  Some say the light is bright.  Some wait until the time is right to turn into the word.  We went hand in arm in hand with a hug like no other.  Then danced in the stars, became one forever entwined and with one soft step fell off the stage.  I was fallen and broke my wings as I wrapped them around another that should have been you.  This life is more  than a movie, or a slide shown sideways.  It is real.  And I am not jumping off the bridge again!  Smile.  Olive you more than words can tell. As ever be well