Your eyes are aquamarine, and so serene. You have a smile like a thousand Sun lit beams shining down, and warming my soul. My mind is intoxicated with thoughts of you. When I dream, I dream of you. Our souls intertwined spiraling down in iridescence. The stars shimmer, and shine lighting the sky. Oh aquamarine how you are so serene. For I was blinded by your captivating eyes. Now I am drowning, for I have fallen for you my aquamarine.
– Jamie Whorton©
When I write, I find a feeling inside of me. Feels as though, I can breathe. I feel the sense of belonging, and this is where I should be. I feel I’ve found who I am, and who I want to be. For a moment all else slips away. I feel a hunger, I need to feed deep within my soul. It burns with a passion greater than the Sun. This passion only a writer would know. I often ponder many thoughts, and feel many emotions all at once, but when I go to speak, I find no words too say, so I write them instead. The words seem too find their voice through the eyes of others. And they feel what I’ve felt for a moment.
– Jamie Whorton©
A day in a memory. A memory of you , and me. I can visit this place anytime. All I have to do is close my eyes, and there it is frozen in time. My thoughts come, and go like the winter’s snow, but my memories stay suspended in time. So I can come visit you whenever I like.
– Jamie Whorton©
Hey! I was just curious, have any of you wrote any card submissions for the card company Blue Mountain Arts?
I submitted a few back in February, but they were all rejected. I was thinking about writing some new ones ,and trying again. I was just curious if anyone has had any experience with them?
Photo by Jamie Whorton
One of the last pictures, I took of my family’s old barn. Before it had to be torn down. Do to the unfortunate fact, it was old, and becoming a safety hazard.
Tick tock goes the midnight clock. Twelve times the chimes sing a song. I throw the shutters open, and peek out toward the street. A man calls out, its midnight, and all is well! And tick tock goes the midnight clock
– Jamie Whorton
I sit here, and think upon this midnight hour. While others dream, I think, and think I do. It seems too me, the best thoughts come at this late hour.
– Jamie Whorton©
Early morning dew shimmers in the golden rays of the rising Sun. Birds sing and fly from tree to tree. The crisp morning air will subside by noon. along with the hazy fog rising from the pond. The green that faded in the Fall will be lush once more. I have turned the corner of another year, now Spring is here. Her beauty renewed from blossom to bloom.
– Jamie Whorton©
One day it came to my door without a knock. Without a ring of the doorbell. It came upon me without warning, and before I knew it it had gone. Only to come back every so often throughout my life. Sometimes it brought me joy. Other times sadness, but it always came in the same way. Its the only constant we all must face. From season to season. From solstice to solstice. It isn’t a friend nor an enemy, it just is. I try to hold on to the moments, but they always slip through my grasp. As I watch the years pass, my hair has turned grey. And I have grown wise, so change comes as no surprise.
– Jamie Whorton©
Nature Poetry by Jamie Whorton 