Among the Sounds, Haiku

pressing onward, love

reaches out, leading us up

higher vibration

high upon mountains

thoughts screaming into the breeze

echo upon air

sparkling in twilight

revealing inner beauty

eyes before me dance

waves cascade crisply

lifting our essence higher

together, as one

in simple presence

carried emotion pulses,

words fail to explain

under falling skies

hearts along a path converge

stirring embers within

in service to self

no virtue harder attained

practiced detachment


an effortless stroke defers

masterful action


Day 16: Pushkin Sonnet

As I idle away in a daydream

Tracing the origins of emotion

An exercise to others that may seem

Excess, stems from a lack of devotion.

Whether believing in dest’ny or fate

In true reflections do we elevate

In moments when we create history

The motive of souls remain mystery

The way eyes sparkled & danced in the light

When she first planted love’s seed in my chest

The words unspoken, our journey, my quest.

Clearly there was something about that night

If not love at first sight, surely a start

A light in the dark, her place in my heart

Day 13: Mathnawi

A dream to remember upon waking

Images fading fast in their making

Now sudden chills that leave my soul shaking

Standing in open fields of rolling grass

Before the door, a house of clearest glass

Enclosing there all the ghosts of my past

Displaying terrors, unrested errors

All the bad news, of which I was bearer.

Skeletons chipping good deeds made rarer

By covered up lights made dim in despair

Not seeking to solve, solutions by layer.

Smothered up fights festering in this lair.

Faced by beasts in such terrible manner

I looked away but then scanned her.

The face that I love, across the manor

In the dark presence, once full hearts drooped down

Away did I run, to her side swooped ’round

My arms, to cover those eyes lest they drown.

To my surprise, she showed concern not fear

Calming me down, speaking close to my ear

Thus did she whisper, “Have no worry my dear,

Lingering demons do harm yes but now

is our time to care. let us not follow

the past, it only will make you hollow”

Words spoken gently she rested her head

Upon my shoulder and away went dread.

Next sensation, alone, shaking, in bed.

Day 12: Limericks

On days when I feel my mind slide

Caught in thought whirlpools & tide

Simple tips of the glass

Laid out flat on my ass

Waking up squinting one eye

To quip on the life of invention

A field of manifested intention

Continuous trial & error

Alternate play, joy & terror

Ultimate goal, to defy convention

Running here and there in the yard

Leaping and licking loose yarn

A pair lost in play

Together they’ll stay

Until we bury one in the yard

Day 9: Ivorian Sonnet

Though it may seem an illusion in kind
Opulent decoration of mind
The feeling which frequent arises
Gathered in clouds among starless nights
When fast silence stills small contrivance.
Dispensing in petty collections
From pedestals crafted upon air
In words without meaning, connection.
Wounds opened with pleasure, to fester.
Summon demons to render surprises
Sacred teachings encoding design
Hewn stone inner form protected layer
Elegant escape into flights
Seeking peace on the path to completion

Aubade Acrostic

Day One of the 2015 A to Z Challenge

An pair of sonnets, in Alfred Dorn & Arabic form:

morning —

Every time that light climbs up, to lie,

Drifting o’er the rosy horizon,

Peeping through the window of my room

A stir, feeling around there, to here, I sighed

at the pillow, not to arise then

Rather to dive deep into the bloom

lapsing lucidly between dreams, sweet,

where not alone, I am, in these sheets.

Taking flight throughout all space sans time

Mounted so oft upon elephant

Through universes far, near and wide

Created, merkabah, propellant

Gliding along ways seeking her side,

Opened eyes, materialise, in essence

                                                      abstract —

Above all causes of expression

Beyond the most distant dimension

Staring into dawn of ascension

Tearing down opposite dissension

Realising the forest from leaves

Amid high mountains twisting the breeze

Collapsing energetic waves freeze

Time, as it collapses and he sees

Illusions set forth from within deep

Octaves of perception, whence they creep

Not aware of stillness, lost to sleep,

Into reality seeking light

Spreading darkness, to their own delight

Trying to extinguish one so bright

Sonnet 326

What feature is there upon her face

Pulling my soul out into the night ?

The essence of dreams, set in plain sight

To lay where I lie, drifting in space

Seeking through darkness, shadows of grace

Leading me onward, fueling my light,

Settling course when drifting too right.

Spiralling in to reach her embrace.

Nestled in familiarity

What shall it be, singularity

Time shattered, then infinite lasting?

Or merely a fancy in passing

That forever keeps me fasting ?