I want to extend a warm welcome to this poem home.
Enjoy your visit and I hope this will be a source of inspiration and encouragement.
Some of my roles include that of mother, grandmother and kindergarten educator (ret.).
Having composed songs for young children throughout my 27 years in the classroom,
I moved more into poetry following that period.
Please feel welcome to share these offerings with others as well.


Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Truth and Tenderness

The truth of tenderness
finds the way through--
past the tangled webs,
around the power traps,
and beyond the storms.

Tender truths then
float softly above the clouds,
wrapped in the softness of their essence,
toughened by the cactus of endurance,
clothed in quiet pride
and
strengthened by the hearts of deep knowing.

Margery Layton
5-2011

Monday, June 20, 2011

Whispers

A gentle breeze whiffs lightly through the openings,
softly singing into parts unknown
but firmly, gently felt.

The hearts of knowingness
whispering to each other
with secrets drifting through the air,
then lighting on a single flower.

Margery Layton
3-2011

Monday, April 4, 2011

Blendings

Whirling suns
and dancing moons,
accompanied by the happy tunes,
know the ways to find the place
where life and art combine with grace.

Margery Layton
3-2012

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

A Mist Story

Butterfly,
waving by,
wings a daytime lullaby.

Leaves a note of colored air
floating in the empty space just there.

Oxygen of beauty breath
soaring out of cocooned death,
giving promises of now--
being what it is and why and how.

Butterflies,
buttercups,
flying fuzz and smooth sups.

If wings took root and roots took wing,
the wings would grow and roots would sing!

Margery Layton
(in the 60's)

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Beauty Spots

Beauty spots are where our hearts decide they are
in places felt and seen within each fine lit star.

Margery Layton
in the 80's

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Natural Beauty Parlor

Natural Beauty Parlor

When you see the thorns
you miss the rose
and
when you see the rose
you miss the thorns.

Margery Layton
1970

Friday, February 1, 2008

Marigold

Marigold

A single strand of marigold
weaves its own uniqueness
in living, light-strewn ways.

Separate strands of varied hues
begin to weave their own.

Soon they meet in centeredness
around their rings of truth,
weaving, interweaving songs of light
with notes of hope
that shine upon the whole.

Patterning that beauty knows
and hearts can feel
goes on beyond the stars.

Margery Layton
1991

Monday, January 28, 2008

Joy Lights

As the sun began to tuck itself in
behind the mountains,
it sent out sparkles of joy light reminders
on its way.

A single ray beamed strongly forward,
a glistening image of two shimmering,
softly greened butterflies,
sharply outlined in red.

They paused separately for a soft, sure
moment in time and space
before uniting,
then blending with sun and sky
as one sure whole.

Margery Layton
1-90

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Coppia

Only beauty knows what beauty seeks
and
beauty seeks what beauty knows.

Margery Layton
(in the 70's)

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Heartways

Beauty spots are where our hearts decide they are
in places felt and seen within each fine lit star.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Treasuring Treasures

Treasure your own treasures,
both inside and out.
Stir them up gently
and toss them about.

Put them to good use
with freedom and fun.
Live them with laughter
and songs from the sun.

Margery Layton
3-2010

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Home Sweet Home

Beauty, love and light are where
no one else can travel there.

Only ones who've been there know
the everlasting inner glow.

When all else crumbles, fades away
and nothing ever seems to stay

The simple truth of who we are
shines the light of our own star.
1991