HAIKU
Brittle umber leaves
pirouette to the cold ground
in their dance of death
3/14/90 Phyllis VanVleck
Posted in haiku, Nature, Poetry, tagged Brittle, cold, dance, death, leaves on Wednesday,October 28, 2009| 3 Comments »
HAIKU
Brittle umber leaves
pirouette to the cold ground
in their dance of death
3/14/90 Phyllis VanVleck
Posted in Children, love, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged arms, child, dance, heart, Heaven, kiss on Saturday,July 18, 2009| Leave a Comment »
HEAVEN IN A CHILD
I caught a glimpse of Heaven today
When a little child of three
Danced around my flower beds
With a look of blissful glee
I heard a bit of Heaven today
When she giggled while at play
Sounds I’ll carry in my heart
Forever and a day
I felt a bit of Heaven today
When she wooed me with her charms . . .
The sweetest kiss upon my cheek
And a hug from little arms
There’s Heaven in a little child
And you can see it, too
Just watch them with an open heart
That’s all you need to do
3/17/00 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in Free Verse, love, Poetry, tagged dance, harmony, heart, kiss, song, sorry, tears on Monday,June 22, 2009| Leave a Comment »
A MOMENT LONG AWAITED
He came to me last night
to tell me he was sorry.
As he held me close
he kissed away my tears,
and I could feel his heart
beating in harmony with my own.
He whispered assurances
of undying love,
and I whispered mine.
Then from out of nowhere
came the soft strains
of our favorite song,
and we danced as one,
lost in deep abiding love;
a moment long awaited.
And then . . . I awakened.
9/2/92 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in love, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged beau, car, dance, gown, Junior Prom, lovers, romance, rosebuds, wish on Saturday,June 6, 2009| Leave a Comment »
JUNIOR PROM
Junior Prom night, so long ago . . .
Me and my beau
Ribbons and tie
Both of us shy
My first dance gown, heavenly blue
His suit was new
Rosebuds and lace
A blushing face
A borrowed car with top rolled down
Long drive to town
Full moon, bright gold
His hand to hold
A wish upon a falling star . . .
Luck from afar
Night of romance
Thrills from a glance
Two young lovers, a lovely sight
Dancing all night
Part of the past
That went so fast
2/20/90 Phyllis DeWitt -VanVleck
Posted in Children, Free Verse, Inspirational, Memories, My Thoughts, Poetry, tagged blossom, cabin, chalice, curtain, dance, darkness, earth, evening, hail, moods, Nature, pond, rain, raindrop, sheets, sky, spirals, summer, theater, window on Sunday,April 26, 2009| 2 Comments »
RAIN – SETTING MY MOODS
Coming down in sheets,
it resembles a silver lame theater curtain.
A gift of nature’s beauty.
Preceding summer hail,
it portends worse to come, as we await the yellowing of the sky.
But sometimes it dances on my window panes,
and makes its own melody on the tin roof of my cabin, as I drift off to sleep, mesmerized by its charm.
It cleanses my roof, and compacts the dust of the twisted lane to my cabin,
making little puddles that serve as bird spas … mud baths in the dirt – drinking cups in the gravel.
It fills blossom cups that serve as chalices for butterflies
And it makes the hot earth send up moist earth aromas.
As a child, I loved to stand or dance on the lawn, as it made my clothes cling to my body, cooling me on a hot summer day.
Sometimes it fills my rain-barrel, becoming the source of future shampoos.
I love to watch the little spirals each drop makes on the quiet water of my pond.
When driving in the darkness of evening, it makes car lights shine with diamond rays.
Washing the dust of time from everything.
God blesses us with every raindrop.
Phyllis A. DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in Children, Family, Geneology, Memories, Music, Poetry, tagged acoustics, angles, cadence, children, concert, dance, feet, fiddle, floor, heart, heel, hoedown, melody, mom, Music, Papa, resin, rhyme, rhyming, sing, stinrgs, tempo, toe, tune, violin, Waltz, words on Friday,October 24, 2008| Leave a Comment »
When Papa played the violin
Mom rolled the rug away
We children smiled because she knew
We’d rather dance than play
As Papa raised the tempo
Our feet kept cadenced time
Mama often sang along
With words in perfect rhyme
We’d dance until the music stopped
Then fall into a chair
While Papa changed the tempo
With expertise quite rare
It seemed he knew a million tunes
At least I thought he did
But that was admiration
Through the heart of a kid
Yet, he could play forever
And without one repeat
The music slow or lively
With melody so sweet
From concert music and old tunes
To music of the day
Two-step, waltz, and hoedown
Oh, how sweet he’d play
He could set your heart soaring
On his concert violin
The room so still you could hear
The soft drop of a pin
But then with quick transition
The tempo changed once more
From violin to fiddle
And our feet caressed the floor
That little box of polished wood
With strings and resined bow
Made music that pleased angels
Or inspired heel and toe
But that was just acoustics
And guaranteed to please
What really made that box sing
Was Papa’s expertise
6/11/90 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
6’th … Indiana NPD 1999