Poems of Living, Loving & Lore

By J C Edwards

Poems of Living, Loving and Lore. This book is a journey through the
seasons of life. Living explores the simple beauty of nature, a childs rapturous
delight in rain showers and the beginning of summer; the tragic plight of
the homeless, forgotten souls, and our struggles to overcome obstacles and
finally have the courage to stand in our own personal power. Loving guides
us through deep wells of emotion; the seductive lure of deception, heartbreaking
moments of love lost, and glorious heights of passion in love that
transcends all. The collections finale, Lore, delights the senses in poetic tales
of fantasy, myths, legends and fairies. Classical and traditional writing forms
impart a haunting, melodic quality that affirms the depth of feelings reflected
in the words, engaging us intimately in the sheer beauty of poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 31, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477138601

J C Edwards

J C Edwards (Julie Catherine) is a poet, writer and artist currently living in Alberta, Canada, relocating to British Columbia in the fall of 2012. Writing and art have been driving passions throughout her life. She is most inspired by nature and water, her muse and source of inspiration. Her poems have been published in various anthologies: Love Notes (Vagabondage Press, January 2012), The Homeless Cry (Michael Michelle Publishing, May 2012); an anthology to be released in the summer of 2012 by Dagda Publishing, the online magazine, Bursting Plethora (July, 2012), and the 21st Century Poets’ Collection (October 2012), published by the online writing community where she is a member. Julie Catherine’s work may also be found on her personal blog, at: http://juliecatherinevigna.wordpress.com/. She continues to write poetry and is working on her debut young adult novel; a mystery set in Georgian Bay, Ontario, Canada.

Book preview

Hunger of My Soul

My quill, dove’s wing in graceful flight

Sweet ivory angel, an empty scroll—

The muse awaits with open arms

Embraces glory in the written word

Letters from heaven drift on breeze

Await their turn to illuminate page

Each one to its purpose— with a

Story to tell; divine mission to fill

They grace my page with words that sing

Poetic, celestial arias—

Scribe lines of rhyme in choral verse

Expression uplifted by gracious gift

Frolic with fronds on sun-swept lea

Pairings pirouette as they whirl ‘mid trees

A waltz of words— ethereal

Sow Shakespearean gardens in my mind

Tender blossoms that quench the thirst

Words etched by love that nurture eager heart

Feather and seraph— join to pray

In poem, to feed the hunger of my Soul.

Sonnet II: On A Quote

I never sought to chase the rainbow’s gold

For shy was I, to think would e’er be mine

My voice, more used to trembling than to bold

Content to sit in shadows— not to shine.

Within my songbird’s beating breast is flight

That hesitates in safety of the bough

To dare take wing and fly towards the light

Lest tumbles to the ground befall me now.

I know not what awaits— my destiny

Is fated by my thoughts for evermore

Yet must, if opportune, fly to be free—

Pay heed when chance comes knocking at my door;

Not held by fears, for naught is all as seems

With inhibitions shook— pursue my dreams!

* Shakespearean Sonnet *

Forsake inhibitions – Pursue thy dreams

Gratitude in Flower

While I have died

A thousand deaths

Have drawn my fill

Of labored breaths

I’ve watched the stars

Pierce evening sky

As twinkling lights

Took pause to sigh

When winter’s chill

Stripped bare my bones

And robbed my voice

Of sweet dulcet tones

My arms once straight

With ice were bowed

At my innermost core

The life force slowed

Erebus must at last depart

As Flora begins her reign

Cycle follows sequence

This, nature does ordain

Bitter reverts to sweet

As gray turns into green

In cerulean skies above

Clouds parade pristine

While sap again flows free

In throbbing ivied veins

Seeds give form to life

In warm, sustaining rains

The gently nurtured buds

Of love’s abundant bower

With sun’s exalted grace

I give gratitude in flower

Grandma

Grandma, are you in there?

The thoughts that linger

Behind misty blue eyes

Are they as shadowed

As today’s