You have known the choke hold of fear,
Tomb of depression,
Volcano of rage,
Maze of mind and feelings.
You have tasted, recoiled;
Touched, rejected;
Seen, disbelieved;
Heard, misunderstood;
Smelled, flinched.
Awaken, remember:
I am the Opener
Of pathways unknown to you!
Know Me!
—
A Quadrille in response to Victoria’s “open” prompt at
dVerse.
Come look at all my rowdy friends
That ripple through the grass!
They walk and trot and canter hard,
But they will let you pass.
For horses, ponies, donkeys, goats,
A unicorn and mule;
They’re gentle, but remember…
All my rowdy friends be hooved!*
—
A Quadrille (44-word poem) written because it’s fun, and I like the form and the rowdy friends I don’t actually have.
*The proper word is “hoofed.” But it ruins the whole poem, so let’s disregard that for a moment, thanks!
I used to wish for things
And buy them when I could,
But found out that the tools
Don’t make the living good.
Creating all I want
And learning something more,
The skills have served me well,
But life was still a chore…
At last I looked within,
Expecting darkest space:
But found instead the Light
Beyond this time and place.
It’s hard sometimes to calm
When problems need a fix;
The mind does loops and swirls,
Up to so many tricks.
We try and try to force
And everything to solve.
Yet there is only Power
In knowing peace and love.
What’s this to do with wishes?
I never ask for more
Than being the potential
That shimmers at my core.
All things that I could hope for,
Could want or ever be
Are manifest already;
I only wish to see!
—
My response to Mish’s wonderful prompt at
dVerse.
I’ve done enough wishful thinking in my life, and it’s never measured up. I don’t regret it, but now do my best to let Universal Intelligence “think” through me and not to rest all my hope and expectations on material things – ore people!
I have never seen the stars, but know them by their light. I feel their sparkles shimmer in my mind as I lift my face to the sky. I’m told that they are falling or passing on their way. So I enjoy their shining pinpoints – different from the day.
gosamer threads spun
with no thought for their short lives
stars and spiders know
—
A haibun in response to Toni’s “night sky” prompt at
dVerse.
It’s not the first time I’ve written about stars, but the first I’ve been aware of not actually seeing them. Like so many other things, I feel them – that is all, and that is enough.
You are me. I am you.
Nothing can part us. We are not two.
We are one. Thy will be done.
Spirit made flesh. The web is spun.
Created in love. Below and above.
Earthly illusions, the push and the shove.
Yet in every thing eternity sings,
One Spirit of knowing that plays its own strings.
Because you are me. And I am you.
Nothing can part us, One in the Truth!
Amen.
—
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ocean swirls and churns
feelings thought dead resurface
rumbles of desire
tides wash out unconsciousness
deposit new embraces
—
My first knowing try of this “female” Japanese form. I wrote some over a decade ago, but doubt I really understood the form. I’m not sure I understand it yet, but Toni is helping out over at
dVerse MeetingTheBar. 🙂
silent in its softness
LOUD in its absence
musical in the unspoken, unsung
lyrical in expressive wisdom
harmonious through the world’s dissonance
BIG BANG of creation
unfolding of love
—
For Walt’s “the sound of love” prompt at
dVerse.
Join us! Read and be enriched!
Hurts, doesn’t it?
I shouldn’t touch that, should I?
How are we doing today?
Your questions jar me into awareness
so I can remember
that my pickles are not your pickles.
Your voice jars me open,
shattering the open jars
of my pickled brain.
—
Björn’s chosen word is “jar” for Quadrille 13 at
dVerse.
Come join us – drinks and entertainment are free, and the Quadrille is always fascinating! Pickles not required.
Blue is my favorite color,
Though I really can’t say why.
I’ve never seen the ocean,
The flowers or the sky,
The hue of sweetest berries,
Or my child’s sparkling eyes.
But blue’s my favorite color,
And maybe I know why:
The peace of its vibration,
The healing it provides,
The grace so all-embracing,
A deeper touch than sight.
O blue’s my favorite color,
A blessing of the Light!
—
Like
Bryan’s “Awaken us to the Blue,”
this poem didn’t come immediately. I do love blue and always have. But no, I’ve never seen it. So, that got me wondering how I can say it’s my favorite color. Here you go,
written for
dVerse Poetics.
I loved her even before I saw her, heard her, held her in my arms. Sure, it was because I met one like her, an older, more imposing, different one, just similar enough to help me name what I was looking for.
Yet I had to wait. Money was one problem; time was another. I didn’t have the right amount of either. But she waited, too, and I saved. When at last money and time came together, I called her, sight unseen, sound unheard.
When that one special, rightly chosen ukulele came into my open hands, my open heart responded. She is Brio, meaning spirit, enthusiasm, animation, dynamism (I like that!), verve. And with that Spirit, we create beautiful music together.
Love is the Lifeforce
Demanding seasons align
Waiting turns to bliss
—
Today Toni tends the pub at
dVerse,
presenting the task of composing a romantic haibun. There are 2 things I consciously hesitate to do here… 1) I try not to write much Japanese poetry like haiku or haibun, because I feel mine always fall short. 2) Romance? Uh, no. But I could not in good conscience totally blow off the prompt, especially not after reading the other poets’ beautiful contributions! And so, with trembling fingers I offer up the closest thing to romance I can muster. I hope it’s not too cheesy. 😮
And have a listen to Brio,
’cause the music flows freely around here!
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