Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

I would watch the storms
Walls of rain clearly defined
Walk, as we say, across the bay,
Purple black streaks painted
From dark sky to dark water,
A silent mysterious torrent
Full of thunder and lightning,
Power displayed too far away,
Yet oncoming reality.

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In night's darkness,
The slightly darker
Waves in moonlight,
Curl with glowing crests,
Covering the sand
And receding,
Leaving the wet shore
Glistening somewhere
Between brown and silver,
And a salt spray smell,
Lingers with the echo,
Of the wave now gone.

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a warrior gone
battle armor gloves and mask...
death on the front line

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each sunrise sunset
watch well and remember all...
this time comes but once

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in her secret place
there hides my long vagrant muse...
silent in my ear

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if the rain be tears
you become my raging storm...
before which i break

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I need no paints
To draw my love,
Nor does she need,
Paints to draw me on,
For the model as she sits
Is the woman I wish to have
Not paints and powders
Baubles added to
Lips I wish to kiss,
Body I long to hold.
Heart I wish were mine.

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instead of angel
real experienced woman...
warm true and willing

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prisoner am i
life and happiness forfeit...
pacing in my cell

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: The Wave (1869) by Gustave Courbet

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By Donovan Baldwin

I have a passion for the earth
For all the aspects of nature,
Visiting as often as I can,
Taking away visions and memories,
Skies changing from blue to black,
And back again, golden sun
Rising and setting with silent bursts
Of flaming colors brassy
Pastels leaving their impressions
On eyes and soul....

Of grassy fields, trees green
In spring, bare and solemn
In winter, flowers blooming
Bright and gay, to die away,
Before the heat of summer,
Or blasts of winter winds...

To listen to the songs of birds,
The quacking of the ducks
And even the inharmonious
Screech of the wide winged heron,
And the hidden owl in the dark...

And for water, in all its forms
From stream to river
Pond and lake and even,
To the cascading rain
Which drums a tune that
Makes the most hardened soul,
Stop what they're doing,
To watch a bit and hum along,
With this symphony of nature.

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chilly this morning
cuddling and snuggling in bed...
we make our own heat

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sunrise in window
changing picture in a frame...
dawn exhibition

sunrise beside me
throwing her covers aside...
dawn exhibition

she makes me arise
turning towards her i display...
dawn exhibition

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curious fingers
explore down so softly warm
tangled in her web

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two lovers embrace
beyond all earthly power
true love conquers all

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I shouted, "Who are you?" to the winds
Which blew in from the ocean,
Never expecting a reply.
I muttered, "Where are you?" to the sands,
Crunching beneath my feet.
I wondered at the night sky,
"Why must I be alone?"
And, then one day,
The sky said, "Turn around and look."
The sand said, "Listen for her voice."
The wind blew you to me,
And I knew your name was "Love".

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I started drawing lines,
The lines became words
The words became poetry,
And, from the poetry,
A face sprang up and
Spoke back to me in poetry,
And we wove our words
Creating a volume,
A body of work, in which,
Two bodies became one,
And made love with words.

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Poetry by Donovan Baldwin
Picture: Idyllic Stream, photograph by Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

Gift of gilt and silver,
Amber, glass, and enamel
Wrapped about in
Gold filigree.
Ancient wedding brooch
From Tara,
Eighth century they tell me.
No need to write a poem about,
Poetry in itself.

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if i come to you
will you understand my desires
are the same as yours

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two people in love
closely intimately one
kept so far apart

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i would say the words
but my touches say much more
if you will listen

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life is tough as nails
enduring long ending fast
life can be fragile

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Water bathes in one way,
The wind in another.
Each is cleansing,
Each whispering tales,
Hints and suggestions
Of lands and people
Far away and near.
Wind neath the sun,
Caressing the skin,
Arouses feelings akin
To those of a lover,
And a desire,
Like making love,
To slip into
Nature's arms
Once more.

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How many books
Are crammed within my head,
Stacked upon the shelves of my mind,
Gathering dust until, taking them down,
One by one I turn the pages,
Read a page a paragraph
Stop and consider the words
Echoing in my brain,
Demanding to be with their friends,
To go out and play.

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night is for hunting
take rest in the heat of the day...
advice to a wolf

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naked words reveal
innermost desires and loves...
i have no secrets

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bare feet on the ground
sun and wind upon my skin...
in nature's bedroom

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the stars have their names
humans cannot understand...
shining without us

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Poetry Copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Pictured: The Tara Brooch, a Celtic brooch made in 650 to 750 AD.

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By: Donovan Baldwin

Every morning I walk by the water.
Every evening I walk by the water.
Same path,
Yet...
Every time it's different,
Different water,
Different view,
Different me.

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By: Donovan Baldwin

Water takes the shape of what it's in.
Who and what we are is in the shape
Of where we find ourselves in
Life, and space, and time.

Water ripples, or made to waves by wind,
As the loves and hates that blow on us,
Cause our surfaces to alter,
Changing our outer selves.

Within, as water wild or softly flowing,
We remain the same, little changed in fact,
By all the changes made on us;
Our essential molecules remain.

Still, within ourselves, as pebbles in a stream,
Are small bits of us becoming worn smooth,
Slowly changed by the flow of tiem,
Making us different each passing day.

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