Tag Archive | poetry

Fear Not The Lone One’s Cry

The sun breaking through fallen eaves,
the swaying branch of laughing trees,
the sight of silver-white snow,
a breathy mist, a sorrowful crow.

Tomorrow’s rain that calls new life,
leaves that spiral bringing flight,
the softest hush, the smoothest sigh,
another day to wave goodbye.

And then unto this night begone!
For love is swift and battles strong,
nothing left but freedoms win…
this life is ours to suffer in.

Triumph is sweet as tulips kiss
and lips shall meet as hearts shall risk,
another season sings its song.

The moon is high, the light glows on…

 

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The Dreamer & The Fawn

My grandmama (on my mother’s side) wrote a beautiful poem about a young man from long ago and a love that they shared yet was never spoken of. It stays with me, here and there I’ll see it among all her writings, letters and stories. When I think of it, as I find myself now, I always wonder why… why they never told each other how they truly felt? Never the right time perhaps? Something or someone always getting in the way? I suppose I’ll never really know… I can only hope that now on another plain they have found a way to exchange soft words and not far off glances, glances inevitably blocked by “the timing just isn’t right.”

Does one ever truly have the courage to risk breaking friendships that are so elegantly intertwined? Those that seem to stay in a land where time stands still, each moment filled with laughter and promises of forever never coming to pass.

The poet who speaks with flowers and words scripted upon stones hidden far away. But is it only a romantic fantasy? A stable boy finding his way to the princess, though worlds keep them long apart.

How do we dream up such things? Is it not because of the heart. The heart which through shadow and dark passage can only speak the truth, untainted by jealous thought and fear, the heart a peaceful warrior always steady, always strong. The candle in the wind.

“Bring me a rose any day and smile sweetly, I’ll remember, through star cast nights when the winds whisper ‘always and forever’, I’ll remember…”

“Wait for the pass to open when winter is finally gone, but be wary, sweetheart, of waiting far too long. The spring will come then go, the grass will weave and frosts not so tender hand will grasp and tear, another winter has come and for what? To leave one waiting… and springs perfect timing yet again to come, missed, now gone…”

For all my thought-filled wanderings I’ll leave your mind to play with this.

Be wary sweetheart. ‘Alone’ is ‘long’, when robbed of ‘A’, ‘E’ and followed by ‘G’. … and love is hardly this sensible… Be it always tender and strong.

-Said the wayward dreamer to the fawn.

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“Hush…” warned the butterfly

“Hush…” warned the butterfly

Long shadows reach across the moon cast night, eerie fingers climbing

eagerly over rock and root with gnarled nails scraping at dampened crevice

and sunken corners, leaving behind a mist of molding questions to hang

within the air. Such a night that no soul in its right mind would wander,

whisper or walk without an army of well fitted men to protect ones back.

Fires crackle, with blue hands nearby, shoulders shivering as bodies huddle

close, eyes black and beady steal glances from side to side, fearful of what

may lie behind them. A thickness of unease is spread like tar, sickly

clinging to the living and those near dead. Its fangs bare down, a serpent

sneaking its way into our beds, eyes betraying its thoughts as it sucks the

warmth from within us. Breath and the beat beat of our chest, pale faces with

lips parted gasp, what was life but joyous… now rain ruined and blood

stained red. Knees pressed into the dirt, cold and hard, prayers turned to the

heavens, hands rose up high, “if there be a god may he find us, may he

save us from this tide.” Tears blink and down from cheek run, falling with

a shattering of sighs amongst the bent and broken. Children cry, but pause, a

moment hung, is that a star hidden within the sky, or a sweet angel? Creature

of the light, her heart so pure, she is singing for us. “Raise the stagnant air

from the earth and send it far from sight, raise the voices of the lovers,

bring out the dolphin hymns, fend off the night!” Like a thunder clap the

silence broken, with a roar of waves upon the sky. Wondrous laughter

carried upward, with wings unfolding, soaring outward far and wide. Into

the rainbow light, along the rosy tide, crystal souls a dancing, white skirts

and gleaming smiles.

With the world now awakened, no sadness here can lie.

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Boondocks… oh mine boondocks…

Give me a place to hang my hat, candle and small desk to write upon…

Give me wine to wet my throat, so dry from this land…

Give me bread and cheese to fill my belly.

Give me peace from the road I walk, the path too long…

Give me a tree to stare at from my windowsill.

Give me a breeze, so sweet, so fresh… until come dawn…

Give me a hand to hold and eyes to loose oneself within.

Give me a place in my heart to rest and a gentleness of mind…

Thus to create…
Thus to find…

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Will-o’-the-wisp

~ Will-o’-the-wisp ~

Where she stood seemed strange, even unnatural, as if the wind blew from directions that never before had passed her by. Yet there she stood all the same, upon a peak surrounded by valleys that tumbled and wove like a loom being strung, complex and fascinating.

The air was rich with flavours that promised new and exciting experiences, could she follow them into this unabridged land, could she dare to go where she had never before been? A question for which only she held the answer… And without stepping forward forever she would stand there, wondering just what lay ahead, risk and all. And so… to stay still seemed just as impossible as moving forward did…

If you ask the sea to stop moving can it? It would go against nature, against the natural laws, so too must we move or forever be trapped within our minds, constantly wondering, what if… The forever, daunting “what if”.

Is it our own mistrust in ourselves that keeps us here? Are we forever following a will-o’-the-wisp, hoping to catch it, to hold it and know for certain that our steps are not faulty? Is it all just an illusion, are we the masters?

Or simply just the slaves…

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Haunting

Twilight and the distant ring of steeple bells.

Tears part as shadows fell.

Whispered words exchanged… Half past twelve.

Flowers cast, haphazardly spun.

A touch of lace caressing a bodice undone.

A glassy lake reflects a mans darkened thought.

Alone in the world, tragedy wrought.

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