Poetry in Motion

By Siupatie Harding

A collection of poems that reflect the essence of love, the joy of friendship, the awe of nature, and the anathema of cruelty to life.

Siupatie Harding lives in St. George/Brant with her husband Dr. Douglas Harding. She enjoys composing poems, writing stories for children, and has written her biography (lulu publishing) and tw

• Language: English
• Publisher: Authors' Tranquility Press
• Release date: Dec 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781957208633

Siupatie Harding

Siupatie Harding lives in St. George/Brant with her husband Dr. Douglas Harding. She enjoys composing poems, writing stories for children, and has written her biography (lulu publishing) and two novels. Her hobbies include reading, writing, quilting, embroidering and gardening.

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A MOMENT IN VERSE

By

SUIPATIE HARDING

THE MIGHT MAPLE

(OCTOBER 1996)

Standing along the hostile lake,

Rejoicing in thy majesty,

With spreading branches all around,

A bulwark against calamity,

The years have been unkind to thee,

Erosion clawing at thy feet,

Earth dangles down in lumps and clumps.

Alas, for thee there’s no retreat.

The summer shade did welcome all,

You, Prince of Peace reigned serenely,

But autumn thieves stole all thy leaves

Your golden beauty eternally.

A glorious moment did appear,

With springtime leaves so beautifully,

A gentle archway thou did form

Touching the chestnut gracefully.

It was the wedding of ninety-three,

A gift so rare thou did provide,

A lasting tribute to two betrothed,

Their love and thy glory abide.

Now, awake!

From your dream of life,

When you rejoiced and suffered too,

Kissed by the sun, rain and snow,

Your many off springs start anew.

OCTOBER WIND

Your roaring sound I see

Buffeting leaves up high,

Darkness approaches,

Obliterating cloudy sky,

Leaves frantically seek perch,

As they are tossed about,

Reluctant trees in lurch,

Nakedness, as they shout,

The lake you push from shore,

Resist she every gust,

Receding waves endure,

Dry winds for water lust

Stark silhouette of trees,

Against a cloudy sky,

A backdrop grey and grim,

Thy picture dreary nigh,

Oh! Wind of autumn clime,

How noisily you rage,

Presaging winter clime

Natures messenger engage,

How cold and tight you grip,

A menace you are. Go!

From your embrace I slip

Till calmness you bestow

CALM OVER LAKE ONTARIO

(Bronte, November 1996)

Sweet stillness reigns

O'er land and sky and lake,

A deafening silence,

Deep sleep cannot arise,

Of distant shores I dream,

To space I travel,

My wings are light dust,

I reach my shining star,

A sponge my brain is

Nothing is out of reach,

Serenity is life.

Now what is there to learn?

Tranquility enshroud,

At peace the lake remains,

With ripples scarcely heard.

As sustenance birds seek,

Inspiration comes

Appearance cold and clear

Creativity attains a Chance

Challenge without much fear,

Great Calm! What peace you are,

To slow life's busy pace,

Now, touched by thy wand,

Is but to leave the race,

Steadfastly stay the course,

This still we will enjoy.

For those who share thy calm,

Rich lives you will ensure.

THE ELM IN AUTUMN

(Vancouver, - November 1997)

Gold elliptical.

Falling leaves

Flashing fast}

Diving dance}

Flying perpendicular}

Sailing cloud}

Racing} reaching}

Quivering} settles}

Suddenly stopping}

Welcoming grass}

Quietly resting}

Sometimes blowing}

Leaves waiting}

White winter blanket

Naked tree.

DISAPPEARING MOUNTAIN

(Rocky Mountain November 1997)

Sculpture of Vancouver,

Majestic monument of yesterday,

Ghostly shroud today,

Faceless Mountain,

Lacking form and texture,

Blanketed in cloudy mist,

Ephemeral eerie sight,

Feelings sublime,

Shadow in time

''He who draws noble delights from the sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in his life."

(George Sand)

BULLFROG POND

(Island Falls, Maine-June18/98)

Forty-eight bullfrogs in a pond,

Diving in unison facing danger,

Glunk, glunk, glunk they all hoarsely croak,

Eyeballs bulge with suspicious looks,

With piercing eyes so round and clear.

One swims short length and feed,

While others keep attentive watch,

Sentinels awaiting their daily meal,

Black dots, they surface in murky water,

Appearing still as death can be,

But underneath with legs in motion,

They paddle for life frantically,

Creatures of land and water,

Nature's real health indicator.

Earth's creatures forever and a day,

It's ordained that they are here forever.

SUNSET OVER LAKE ONTARIO

(Oakville, December 5, 2001)

I watched the sun descend,

To end another Day,

My gazing eyes moistened,

My yearning heart ached

For