Gayle Sweeney

Gayle Sweeney Poems

A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds
And soft, glistening blue.
Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires
And snowy flurries, too.
...

A full cookie cutter moon is sparkling
Like a pearl brooch dripping with diamonds.
Bright stars are sprinkled across the night sky.
I made a wish upon a star on high.
...

Along a sunny front yard
In a Rye garden
On the ocean route
Where heavenward zinnias shine,
...

Between the tall, darkened evergreen trees
Some twinkling stars shined
In the night brightly..
The black sky is a melody
...

I remember
A bright red tulip and more
Grew in the backyard... and a maple.
The maple tree is still there growing
...

Beyond a bird on the wire
Is a sky of light blue triumphing sapphire.
I looked up at the sapphire and the bird
Thinking if I could only sing a song of sunshiny words.
...

A patch of feathered cloud white
is glazed inside the center
Of the small, round handmade bowl -
Kiln fired, down from by the Tennessee mountains.
...

How lucky I was alone earlier at a sunny hour
To have gazed upon a splendid blue sky and tulip flowers!
The shining blooms had opened peacefully like a prayer book.
With purely painted petals the waking world - so wondrous, looked.
...

A sunny cardinal in the tall, snowy evergreen tree
Wore a shining coat the shade of red berries so joyfully.
While I looked dreamily outdoors towards the small, white,
Wintry woods
...

A big lemony butterfly floated up with a sunny breeze
And drifted amoung the cool green leaves of the old, black cherry trees.
It was seen clearly dancing in the air and then not found at all,
Cloaked in cloisonne' as if it was going to an evening ball.
...

Powdery white snow blanketed the trees
Where boughs beckoned to us so peacefully.
The earth was once green and brought flowers and joy.
Up in the black sky stars can tell us stories.
...

While raking the old garden to make room
For spring green sprouts he heard a sudden yelp.
On the ground he couldn't see a thing doomed
But there had been a distressed cry for help.
...

It was spring then
And my niece was a student in Paris.
My sister and I had flown from Boston together
For a visit.
...

The strawberry moon glowed over the deep, dark ocean,
Sailing during the night with elegant devotion.
The bright moon was full and in the sky was beckoning
While the small, shining waves below were genuflecting.
...

Oceans of mandarin orange played upon the bright, sun painted wings
Of a Monarch in the air who made happy, shimmery blossoms sing!
By and by this graceful butterfly fluttered like a dancer from Spain.
It floated with a soft breeze then stopped atop some petals where it
...

Lo and behold in the white winter wonderland
A snowman was magic made from snowballs.
Rolled and rolled in the soft fresh fallen snow,
The snowman was formed and he spread cheer
...

17.

Pure sorrow is deep down in my heart
And from there a mist doesn't depart.
I have my grandmother's diamond.
It still shines in the glistening sun.
...

18.

Out beautiful time at home on the spinning earth is brief.
The old ones survive this dear world deeply fatigued from grief.
The wish to see our lost loved ones up in heaven aloft
Is a glorious wish carried with us in our true thoughts.
...

Violets, spied in a sea of deep grass,
Blossom in the sunny, cool green enmasse.
Their sole sojourn in dancing spring began.
Wrapped in amethyst they color the land.
...

I'm blue
So blue
Because I don't belong to you,
Oh so lonesome blue.
...

Gayle Sweeney Biography

I live in New England and had a magical childhood reading books, playing in the woods and dreaming of being a native American Indian. I made my own native costume for Halloween one year with some red beads and some fringe on it. I saw a bear in the Sierra Nevada California when I was about twenty two. The bear was off to the side of the trail a little way from me all of a sudden. I didn't recall that incident til years later when I was playing the piano and started to get flashbacks. My mind could have been protecting itself by forgetting while I was in the wilderness. I went to St. Mary's College at Notre Dame and had season tickets to the home football games. I graduated from U. Mass Amherst where I studied Art History and did a summer theatre internship.. Now I do volunteer work for environmental nature kind of research and development at the Seacoast, NH USA. I research my family history, too. Thank you.)

The Best Poem Of Gayle Sweeney

A Blue Jay

A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds
And soft, glistening blue.
Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires
And snowy flurries, too.
I peeked out beyond the open curtain
At the big, flowering rhododendron.
There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly.
Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me,
Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift
From the azure sky.
We might even think some of pure heaven
Is in flight when blue jays fly.
This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch
In the green blooming shrubbery outside my window.
By boughs of cool leaves like sheaths
All at once it paused for a moment
And surprisingly looked up at me from below.

Gayle Sweeney Comments

Adeline Foster 26 June 2014

I love your gentle poetry. It is so easy to read and appreciate. Adeline Foster

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