Happy Thanksgiving!

Things I am grateful for:

• my loved ones - this includes family and friends whom I hold dear to my heart



• the love of my life - I have to single out Eric, the man of my dreams and love of my life



• my cat - Komisk is really Eric's cat, but he's sorta become mine too



• a roof over my head and food in my belly



• my lovely car - it has a distinct foul ordor I can't get rid of but I love my Focus



• Blogger - it is so user-friendly and I just love writing on here



• my awesome camera - I don't use it much but I still love it



• Christmas/Holiday music - yes, I've already started listening to it. I just love it!



• music in general - couldn't live with out it!



• books - couldn't live without those either. I'm thinking of re-reading the Twilight series.



• TV shows - I could live without them but I sure appreciate the heck out of them. I like them better than movies these days.

I can't think of anything else although I'm sure I'm leaving something out. I want to hear what you are thankful for. Please share!

Haiku Help

If you have a photo you think I should write a Haiku about, send it to ang3553@yahoo.com.
Keep in mind most Haiku are nature themed.

Thanks!

Haiku of the Day

beautiful wood nymph

creatures of the forest all

rejoice in their home

Ancient Times

talk to me of ancient times
lay still my love and sleep
and of the things you dream
let there be ancient times
of love and valor and splendid risings
and when you can sleep no more
we'll talk of ancient times
when things were simple and love was pure ~

Quote of the Day

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words
become superfluous.

- Ingrid Bergman

Haiku of the Day

when the earth was still

I saw a pattern emerge

like a liquid gold

Haiku of the Day

The last post was my 200th post! If only each post was an awesome poem worthy of being published. Oh well, it's still quite a feat. Here's my haiku of the day.

pretty pretty leaves
floating in the clear blue sky
nature's works of art

Haiku of the Day

oh the country road

curving and winding its way

through the heart of all

Haiku of the Day

a path in the woods
is a mystery waiting
to be solved by you

Walk With Me

walk with me, if only for a little while
you hold my heart when you hold my hand
sit with me, if only to make me smile
you're the one thing I can't land
walk with me, if only for a minute or two
my heart and mind are calm when I'm with you ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

More Haiku

the morning light shows

silhouettes of trees and rock

echoes of the wild

The Path in the Woods

I found a path in the woods
it curled around a giant oak tree
I followed it not knowing where it would lead
it took me past fields of wildflowers
and a gentle rolling stream
it took me past a doe grazing lazily
and finally ended at a wall of stone
but I was not defeated
I climbed the wall and continued on
I made my own path in the woods
to explore what lies ahead of us
is what life is all about ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

Among the Lavender

I stopped in a field of lavender
for there my spirit lie
among the scented flowers
my heart it soared on high

I dipped down to pick a sprig
as gentle as a breath
then I lay down and slept
lost in its depth

my lovely field of lavender
my heart sings the joy of your years
and when I come to leave you
my soul will weep lavender tears ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

5/30/14 - LOL I don't even remember writing this. It's amazingly terrible. :D

Haiku of the Day

let the stream of life

pouring over mossy rocks

pour into my soul

Quote of the Day

Like a golden beacon signaling on a moonless night, Tao guides our passage
through this transitory realm. In moments of darkness and pain remember all is
cyclical. Sit quietly behind; your wooden door. Spring will come again.

- Loy Ching Yuen

This Time

I'll take my time this time and get it right
forget everything I've done before
I'll paint the Mona Lisa this time
they'll be knocking down my door
I'll be the first to cross the finish line this time
no more last place for me
I'll climb to the top of Mount Everest this time
and glide down on my skiis
I'll sing like Pavarotti this time
the audience will shed tears
I'll sail around the world this time
they'll remember it for years
this time it will be about me
I'll get it right this time, you'll see ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

5/30/14 - Because deep down don't we all dream of doing something incredible? I usually set lofty goals for myself.

Haiku of the Day

the amethyst sky

mourns the passing of the day

welcoming the night

Lovely Your Light Beneath My Door

lovely your light beneath my door
I trace its edges smooth
I walk in places unexplored
and look up at the moon

if I should ever leave this place
my boat would set adrift
I'd never look upon your face
or feel your subtle shift

so here I'll stay in this dark room
staring at the floor
nothing in this shallow tomb
but your light beneath my door ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

The Waterfall

I traversed a waterfall
lost in the misty spray
I thought about it all
how we come to live
how we come to die
and the biggest question of all
why?
behind the wall of water
licking at my shoes
I sat and dreamed of answers
what had I to lose? ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

The Mountain

lonely as the mountain standing by itself
he walks beneath her vested charms
for his virtue put upon the shelf
now rests solely in her arms

in a clearing he stops to rest
and removes a single glove
he holds a wildflower to his breast
and whispers words of love

darkness falls across the land
he surrenders to its call
and drops the flower from his hand
it flutters in its fall

his body sags as he retires
and wipes a tear drop from his eye
for the land that he admires
will surely one day die ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

5/30/14 - What the?? I don't even know what the hell this is. lol

Haiku of the Day

said the butterfly

"look how beautiful I am"

and so we all did

She Walks in Beauty

One of my favorite poems, written by Lord Byron


SHE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that 's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.


And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

Haiku of the Day

the moon in the sky

lonely as my heart tonight

the stars are my tears

The Blank Page

I love the blank page, whether on my computer screen or actual paper. The possibilities are endless! And since I can't draw or paint, I choose to paint with words. It's my only creative outlet. So here's to the blank page! May I always be able to fill it with something beautiful.

Running Into You

walking away from a love I thought was true
running into you
now the sun is brighter
now my worries lighter
now the grass is greener
now the air is cleaner
It's amazing what one person can do
running into you

running into your arms
protect me from all harms
running into your bed
erase the tears I've shed
now your love I've tasted
erase the years I've wasted
imagine me without a clue
running into wonderful you ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

Ashes and Dust

your chair crumbles beneath me
nothing here to hold me up
I melt in your fire
burn away what's left of my heart
to ashes and dust
ashes and dust ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

The Vampyre

cloaked in darkness black
eyes closed and jaw slack
inhaling the night's damp air
stalking the streets without a care
the scent of blood fills every pore
it hungers him to the core
he turns to look upon his latest prey
her weary eyes are dull and grey
she stumbles ever so near
unaware she should feel fear
he quickly pulls her into the dark
careful not to leave a mark
he silently drains her life
more lethal than a knife
she slumps in a heap to the ground
he carefully walks around
and goes about his evil deeds
the hunter who kills and feeds ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

A Tribute to Mozart

dainty notes, whimsical faeries
floating across the page
sudden burst of strings,
serious and strong
crescendo leading up to nothing
as it drops off a cliff
landing on a bed of feathers
soft and gentle, cool and dreamy
then notes dancing merrily,
doing a little jig
decrescendo, then
ending on a tender, drawn out note ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

My Poetry

It suddenly occurred to me why my poetry is so bad lately. I've stopped trying. I just write down whatever comes to me, hastily, without taking the time to form the words into something beautiful. It's like pottery, you have to stroke the words, shape them into something that makes sense and is pleasing to the eye. I've lost my artist's touch. I'm going to keep writing anyway until it returns.

Alone

silence, silence
ringing in my ears
clock ticking on the wall
a lonely battle cry
darkness creeps over the room
as still as a deep well
and turbulent as my dreams
tired of the sound of my own breath
I scream
so I can hear something
to cover the sound of the clock
ticking ceaselessly
to know that I am alive
to not feel so alone ~

Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield

Haiku of the Day

flowing with brushstrokes

over a landscape serene

blowing with the wind