A Track to be left

It's T-time at the A-Z Photo Challenge

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T is for Track

The beaten earth freezes a fraction of time,
Preserving an echo of the past that imprinted
Its’ pain onto the ground below.

I hear the pounding of many feet,
I feel their weight walking on my open heart,
I shudder under the lines of stress,
As destiny drives over my dearest dream.

I remember riding by a silver moon,
And singing a song that I wrote to love,
There is the sign my dream passed this way,

Foolishness tells me to follow this track,
With faith and hope to call that song back,
Sensibility would win and fly to the sky,
Sense simply prevails and I walk on by.

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You may like to go to ‘Serenade’ which has more photographs of tracks and a song I wrote after this one. It gives a different view of the track left by the harvester.

Serenade

Winter’s song strides over hedgerow and field,
Hands are held up as if to yield
The stage to a voice with the right to be heard,
A sharp air silences every opposing word,
Secrets of the night held with fragile fingers,
Echo through the morning and the music lingers,
Where bee hovered on hot summer days,
A silent serenade to the stars now plays.

Memory of moonlight moves through the mist,
No romantic emotion could surely resist
Lifting a heart onto this luminous cloud,
And share the serenity of this soft shroud,
Carried on waves of gentle reflection,
Succumbing to celestial direction,
The moment is captured and creates in space
Timeless music that only love may trace.

Deep furrows follow the harvester’s track,
A fish frozen in water smiles silently back,
Here lie the remains of last year’s crop,
Water no longer weeps but fashions each drop
With the magic wand of a winter night
And forms a dream that flowers with delight,
Leaning on a leaf from past strength it grows,
And glisters with light and a beauty that shows.

Below are more photographs on Picasa

The Wand of Winter

On the Destroyed Atom of Midnight

Here is my entry for Carly's challenge to show anything that measures time.

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For added credit my clock shows my favourite time~the start of a new day. Do I get a bonus for the fact it shows the start of a new month and year as well?

No mouse runs up or down this clock,
No strident tone struck the hour that past,
It can never be slow or a second too fast,
Unseen waves that no walls can block
Hold the time it tells to the silent decay
Of an atom circling this fragile earth,
Has this accuracy lost anything of worth?
Who wants a mouse or cuckoo today?


No one wants a cuckoo that would sing,
No one wants a mouse that could bring,
A remembrance from nature that tells
The lies hidden within our human shells,
The atom that died to welcome this year,
I may have almost seen quite clear,
If I can ever bring a word to a song,
And place it where it might belong.

Heartbeatingly Close

The breeze barely bent a single ear of corn,
While it whispered soft secrets to the waiting dawn,
Where had it learned a song so wondrously light?
What ocean had taught it to sing through the night?
Under what sky was this music born?
That rose like cream over simple corn.

The earth holds her breath for the expected sun,
Drops priceless jewels on lace patience spun,
To be given to welcome the warmth of a new day,
Conveying more than words can ever say,
And take the place she has peacefully won,
Under the light of the expected sun.

Time will carry the beating heart of a song,
And it shall find the place where it can belong,
The future shines bright for faith and hope,
The past will slide down a slippery slope,
Today will learn what is right from wrong,
When it hears the beat of the heart of a song.

One Only

Only a fool knows everything that can be learned.
Only a wildcard knows how to play the game.
Only the blind will see beyond sight.
Only the deaf will hear silent music.
Only the dead are alive.
Only excludes all others.
Only is the only one we all will ever know.
Only is me.
Only are you.
Only is one.
Lonely is the one that tries only to learn.

A Watercolour Painting

Painted by water a shadow dances with light,
Colours move to the rhythm of a silent song,
This is where my reflection should belong,
Yet I cannot see myself in the mirror of night,
Blurred beyond recognition my real image lies,
Below any surface this world can contrive,
Into the depths of my mind it shall dive,
Broken by blustering ignorance it then dies.

Then it shall live far beyond your sight,
Perhaps you will hear it sing by your side,
On dark winter days and comfort deride,
Calling for any to join in the fight.
Maybe you’ll feel a gentle touch of calm,
Lulling your fears and bringing sleep,
Wrapped in dreams of memories so deep
They spread soothing hands holding a baby balm.

Just as one branch of a living tree,
Cannot mirror the whole so do I
Reflect only a part of my life as I pass by,
Time will give the full picture finally,
Let my roots hold me firm, as I must grow
Toward the light that forever dances,
Offering so many magical chances,
For heart and soul watercolours to show.

Know that the only thing that holds my thought in a positive way is waves of light, music and time.
Without them everything is chaos and I become mindless.
When they desert me I wish I were thoughtless, as I despise chaotic thought. Unfortunately my mind will not cease thinking even when it knows it will never produce anything worthy of the effort.
I am no watercolour painting.
I have enough tears for the water to paint the world around me.
I do not expect anyone to understand my thoughts behind these words but if they give anyone a picture made from their own thoughts they have succeeded beyond any of my dreams.

A few words may sing with a thousand voices for one picture

Impenetrable barrier of thorn,
Only the meek pass through or shelter within,
Let my words be carried on gentle airs,
Protected by sharp points of truth,
And sing to every dawn,
Building a home for the journey through life.