Red Fern Art compositions by Caithleen Carter Steeves

Drizzling spring morning thoughts

To be here is to see hear and become acquainted with the rain, sunshine,magestic waters .All things Maritime are in a highly unique way created and shaped by the sea.I hope you gain a perspective of what we are, what we are becoming, and what we cherish as Maritimers. Tapah leat!

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Joe's Song

posted by K Carter Steeves

Behind your staring eyes
There is a pathway to heaven
Dead loves that have
never died for you
still keep you here.

So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together

Behind your eyes
There is a pathway to life
That tells you what you gave
Returns and what has died must be reborn

So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together

Behind your eyes
A heart that is wild
With love is growing
Placed there by the keeper of the dawn
Nourished and betrayed, but opening still
To all you thought was wrong

So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together.

Thought

posted by K Carter Steeves
Its one of those snowy late afternoons,forlorn with threats of deep snow coming in over the already white flanked lake.A deep wind is howling off over the winded waters,pelting south east.
I'm sipping my tea,curled into a fleece comforter while the fire blazes here into my gaze still missing my all to busy life in the big city. I'm not feeling any regrets about leaving I feel stronger and more confident its the proper way to go.A simpler life style more engaged in natural beauty is what I want.The rural life.
I simply felt a brighter shine somehow when all the glam of the city was around me.Adapting to the beauty here is a subtle internal shift that Yeats understood about the rural people of Ireland.Reading here now in front of the fire makes it all seem so clear.The joy I feel here is in my soul and will be here for eternity.This lake, fields, and sky light up a kind of confusion and flatness I feel at this time in my life.Aging can lack inspiration
Today in the threat of storm I write because I love to write,to keep alive my talent to write and practice my craft,to keep alive communication with the Universe.
I like to put pen to paper pencil to pages to see the lead flow out over the white page into letters and form words they are so important.I love to learn.I love to make the pictures come into being with words then furl off into the mind of another and to the Universal Oneness.
In the beginning was the word and the word was made flesh.As I sit here now this word/spirit is known in me.I am that I am.
Blessings

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Metaphisical Discoveries

posted by K Carter Steeves

walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
stars out over the water
I will be part of you
stars out over clouds
I will be part of you
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you

Weave me a basket

posted by K Carter Steeves

can you see the mirrors of my sin
your eyes say you are a friend
the way opens when we give all remember
there is greater than we     here
so gather near

can you weave me a basket to put my hope in?
We are healing the earth
set the world free
the only shackle here is past
be free, be free, be free

Schooling

posted by K Carter Steeves

Universities are trembling
Promoting commerical fame without end
From sentence to sentance  plod the minds of women and men

The fine content to snore
a grant, a foundation
a lamp,  drawer
Their dignity flicker out
lite waves billowing out to sea
Children leve not knowing
the mind of manageability
Trees are being slautered
like men of yore
arth's beauty changed, utterly poor
lessons gleaned through a blank gaze
Forests pitiless as the sun's craze
Schooling is ore for another year
My heart reveals this sad intimacey
This sacred time of yearning,learning
Here blossoms a daughter of poetry
This sacred time of living at University.