Beamer’s Knob

~ Beamer’s Knob ~

Just past dusk
fireflies sparkling
Against a majestic wood
A little girl
Just about five
Screams in delight
At the moonlit night
Great Uncle and Dad
Talking game
The little girl
Trying to catch night-bugs in vain
Beagle puppies barking
And chasing shoestrings
As she rolls down a steep hill
Giggling
Laughing
A starry eyed girl
Mom and Grandma in the kitchen
Little brother by Daddy’s hand
The little girl laying in the grass
Falls in love with the stars.

B.J.H.
02-13-2003

This poem was wrote about my Great Uncle Ballard’s Beamer place on Beamer’s Knob.  This is dedicated to my Great Uncle Ballard and my Grandmother Higgins who have both passed on to the Summerlands.

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Dreaming Through November ~ Virgo’s Gaze

Virgo’s Gaze

I am watching the sun set
Below November trees
So brilliant
They all but eclipse
The sun’s fiery decent.
I have been trying to craft
An ending to an
Uncooperative poem.
And even twilight’s show
Fails to inspire me.
With a frustrated sigh
I look up and find myself
Under the intense gaze
Of the Virgo sitting opposite me.
He tilts his head and says;
“You look fetching when
You are lost in thought”.
Maybe it was the timbre
Of his voice
Or the sunset reflected in
His eyes
But magickally
Inspiration found me
And I thanked him with
An unguarded smile,

B.J.H. November 2013
~~ Thank you M.J.G. for that compliment. ~~

Creative Spider

Sand & Spiders

 

Sand and cliffs
On the riverbank
Water ripples
Tide pools swirl
A gianormous
Sand Spider
Just walked
On this page
Sign of creativity?
I think not!
I scream
Scaring the gulls away
But the spider remains

B.J.H.
06-21-2013

Waltzing in Shadow

Waltzing In Shadow

 

Dearest dreamer speak with me

Tell me of the visions that your eyes see

Tell me of the dimensions that you have known

Tell me the secrets that your eyes hold

Dear sweet dreamer sit with me

Hold my hand and be still with me

Gaze at my lake of shimmering glass

Let it’s calmness dissipate the past

My dearest dreamer walk with me

By moonlit meadow and whispering streams

We can walk in shadow by the snowy sea

We can walk by starlight under the shelter of trees

Dear sweet dreamer what do you see

What things do you keep hidden from me

What thoughts are you harboring as we float here in the haze of dreams

My dearest dreamer come to me

Hold me tight and sing with me

In dreams our souls can forever be..

Waltzing in the shadow of the moonlit sea

by Bonnie Jean Higgins

2003

The Poet

~ The Poet ~

Sitting on a dock in the middle of the lake
Long hair curling in the mist
Stars falling to Earth
Moonlight in her eyes
In her hand rests a book
Crickets chirp and chime
As she writes her lines
She is in her own make-believe world
Wind dances in her hair
There are Castle’s in her stare
The words she writes
Release her soul

Bonnie Jean Higgins
02-13-2013

This poem is about my poetry spot at Lake Montclair

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