Shannon Thompson

Antioch, CA, USA

Shannon has written poetry since junior high school. She is also a Massage Therapist and Neal Touch Therapist. Currently, she is attending The Clayton School of Holistic Healing in hopes of becoming a Natural Doctor. Shannon has been published in: textbooks, anthologies, pamphlets and advertisements. She has also had one of her award winning works recorded by The National Library of Poetry on "The Sound of Poetry" cassette. When asked, for one philosophical statement or quote, she simply replied, "If only life were as easy to persuade as thought."

Wind

With unreputable awe, I take witness to a lulled abounding force,
As subtle arousing whispers sweep through the effervescent valley;
Dried leaves then flutter, in sunlight while trees bow to this
glorious resurrection;
With heaven's breath contoured, the loving consecration
Seemingly echoing the sung message from the wolf's den to God's
gate.
Independence giving this soul prominence in contorted love.
Nature yields this hallowed frame spryly awakened.

Those hands adorned with a painted grace, passed on with flight
and speed.
Ceding transcendence from water to land, anxiety takes arms, as
if ordinance in the origin of combat.
These fierce eyes, I perceive, the mark of an angered soul's union
abrogated.
Shadowing the scars, concealing revenge integrated,
Then in a wink, this maimed heart induces a coy regard;
Whose distant murmurs, of celestial play evolves.
Vibrantly, waves begin their dance, with this lost confidant
and friend.
Soothing their rippled edge, with aromatic kisses of sand's shells.

From upon symbolic lips, this proclamation is set for amitivity
to dwell.
Attesting to this whirling inspiration, impressed upon my heart.
Loudly, I proclaim an eternally devoted respect, to this
bewildering sway spirit;
While with silence, pledging to keep a sympathy, for those not
yet domineeringly over taken.

Footmark of Nature

My soul tastes the sweet love, still warm on my face.
It's essence, still dwells in a mystic place;
Where the whispers of wind influence my every thought,
under a spell of enrapture, which angels have sought.
It's mastery enchantment worthy only to saints,
while the fairness and splendor, only enriches earth's plaint.

As I take witness to: the breezes caressing, of the old
weeping willow,
It granted a flower of life, encompassed in a sea of sway
pillows,
Intermarriage in spirit, as the brook dances with the
sunlight,
Accompanied by a celestial a cappella in eternal delight.
It captures, the well marked melody, of a generous swan in
play;
Illuminated solely by the tranquil bounty, found in a June
matinee.

Evoked, when a coarse ridge is soothed, by a single kiss of
dew;
Where mountains and valleys are laced, by a field of flowered
hue.
So, may my heart beat impress a path of riches, that no man
can defer.
I pray, my memory forever altered, by the footmark of nature.