Day 10: The Journey

Footfalls as questions

Destinations as answers

Pitfalls of chance, traps of desire

Attacks upon fires we tend.

Lessons we learn in the way.

A path all must tread

It goes on without end.

Seldom we know where it leads

Solutions to be found in just being.

Drifting among all the levels

Embracing the core of ourselves.

For surely as we fit into roles,

Square pegs will be found in round holes.

Relationships ebb and flow

Surely as water does go

Casualties in love, reflections of heart

Life’s intricate dance

The story of romance.

So be in love with the world,

Ride with banner unfurled.

And always remember the roses.

 

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Soul Sonnet

Hidden deep within each of us
A part which ought to be so pure,
Magical, spellbinding allure.
Cosmic in view, given on trust,
Experience driven, it must
Be the light which called on leads sure
Along the path, that we endure.
Outside of time, sacred stardust,
Freed from the sin, weighing young hearts.
Chased by evil ones without care,
Who relish in stopping new starts.
Abused til it can only stare,
Bottled, throttled, not safe in smarts.
Oh when will it truly be free?

Out of the Rabbit Hole

feeling light, airy
problems with hapiness now
outside the darkness

quiet country roads
graces of life lived slowly,
simplicity, charm

loves pure vibration
bursting in waves through my chest
as water blurs sight

smiles shining bright
rolling seas of ecstasy
within this spaced craft

her awareness low
seeking traces of his path
scattered in aether

these long-scattered souls
bodily reunited
reality shifts

defeat of anger
enabled by the silence
of observation

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Folded Together

Another poem made late into the hours of the night after a wonderful evening of dancing and revelry. A game we try to play, folded words on paper that come and go, into the flow.

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Words that just won’t come together,

But then again, birds fly, on their feathers.

Like 8am clouds, grey as heather,

They carry on, no matter the weather.

Always looking forward, never dwelling

On the past. Past is the present,

Present is living.

Future is always a new adventure.

So, keep moving forward,

Never look back.

Let your heart stay light

As your mind takes flight.

Always keep a goal, in sight.

A positive mind is key.

So gather round and listen ye,

Travelers, lovers and animals.

A Sparkling

Feels good to be back in a rhythm posting daily again, I sincerely hope it has been as enjoyable for my readers as for me. The inspiration is running high these days and it seems the sparks are spreading. We open with a poem written by a dear friend, with whom I have had the privilege of experimenting many of life’s [mis]adventures with. It took many admonishments to finally get it out of him but here it is:

 

Most lavish thirst, long tried and true

A monument to skies of blue

So decadent a heart that sings

Such a treasure trove of warmth it brings

Illustrious, shimmering, blinding rays

A testament to better days

More so than not, we know not the cost

One knows not just what one lost

Come and gone, a stinging wrath

Ever onward, this gloomy path

A toll is paid, each names its price

Soaked in bitter, with blood like ice

The anguish slows from the pouring hearts

The clots form over the new parts

In all the chaos, infinite ions

Such carnal passion, the roar of lions

Issued forth deep from the Earth

Glistening dawn, a brand new birth

A sound will echo with each shut door

To turn around and love once more

 

and taking him up on the spark, I present the following:

 

A path we seek with kindness

Wrought from solid diamonds

Each step a choice we make

Each turn a path we take

Sometimes we follow maps

Even when laid with traps

Yet onward must we go

There always is a flow

To all the things we see

To who we choose to be

The sweetness and the bitter

A seasons grow and wither

Until we reach the mountains peak

To sit there and with others speak

About the lives we’ve lived

Whether we gave all there was to give

As we passed through time, like a sieve

  

 

& The Rain Falls Gently

Words written by a butterfly, beauty in simplicity.

“I sit before flowers

hoping they will train me in the art

of opening up.

I stand upon mountaintops believing

that avalanches will teach me

to let go.

I know

nothing.

But I am here to learn.”

You’re only a poet if you show it

Mixing words with your verbs

Twisted all up with herbs.

Smiling high on them feet.

Eating cheese on the street

Spreading love through the beat

Of a sound so profound

Of abundance, be proud.

I look inward, not knowing

what I will find.

Waiting for something to emerge

that I may stand behind.

We need no shelter from the storm,

only a vessel that can traverse the form.

A Sonnet and Then Some

Footfalls up the stairs,

To where she pray in bower,

  Sitting there for hours.

A room filled with cares.

Pausing now she stares,

  Upon the field of flowers.

Feeling moods so dour

  So desperate, she despairs,

“That I could be so free,

  As those blessed plants”

Thus caught up in a trance,

  She hears not the key

As love makes his entrance

My dear, I’ve come for thee.

Puzzle pieces on the page

Lines scattered randomly.

Through the poet’s eye,

Knowing only where it starts, 

Composing the journey

   To truth or beauty 

Shining bright her eyes catch mine

Pounding fast, the feet in time.

Hidden just behind that glance,

The swelling of a new romance.

Building fast, emotion high

As the night goes swiftly by.

Talking now with hips in sway,

Better so to keep words at bay.

Flailing arms reach to the light,

Seeking now to hold her tight

As the music starts to fade,