Friday, March 13, 2015

I Love To Leave--By Pam Murray--Canada

I Love To Leave

I gaze up at a crescent moon
And hear an owl begin to croon
Its waking call beneath the stars.
The shadows form uneven bars

Across the hills where forests lie
In supplication to the sky.
The night’s black velvet disarray
Gives richness to the end of day

As it spreads down to touch my feet.
I sit and feel it, now replete
As time slows down and soothes my mind.
I love to leave the day behind

Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s.  She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson.  Pam has been published in a variety of venues.  Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada.  To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind.  Writing and crocheting are her passions.

7 comments:

  1. Hello Pam. This is a very nice poem indeed. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  2. Pam, there is a certain softness and humility within your words and it is very consoling to read and visualize. I agree with Reverend Reynolds that it is a joy to read! Sheri

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  3. A softness indeed. Thank you for your poem. Ralph.

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  4. Hi Pam...A lovely, peace-filled poem! It was lovely to read. Best wishes, Chris~

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  5. Very nice flow to this one, Pam. It just rolls off the tongue.

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  6. Pam, thank you for sharing this lovely poem so well written. I enjoyed the smooth flow that made me appreciate more fully the close of day. We can put behind us the past and look forward to a new beginning. Loved it.
    Charlene

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  7. Hi Pam! I much enjoyed this poem which has a gentle, peaceful feel to it. I can imagine the visual that you project with flowing words and catchy rhyme. Night is a time for rest, especially in nature's company. // paul

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