Writing Neverland

Writing Neverland

30 December 2015

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I will walk alone

Through moonlit pathways to stones

Where snow will bear fruit

 

Fruit will taste bitter

As honey and dewdrops wane

In winter’s chilled hearth

 

Frozen blueberries

Rasp berries upon my frame

While wood clasps chimneys

 

Thawing tongue will cut

Within mind stories of flame

That ash blew to winds

 

Woodcutters did thrive

The age of innocence spent

Wicker braids weaker

 

Icicles dangle

Inner pails warm bellies flow

Gushing winterland

 

Broken red bangle

Shards of glass in my fingers

Writing Neverland

 

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Of The Wand And The Moon – Watch The Skyline Catch Fire

Through Time I float

Through Time I float

30 December 2015

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Coil

Of Pearls

They entwine

Circling my throat

Freefall of white tears

Candles of light breathe low

Into bright morrows soul wakes

None walk within jaded white strides

Striped feathers sought in a safe blemish

Will of Heart strives in penance to slow Times

Mind from Heart spacing rejects tarnish

Moon beckons through rising of tides

Ghosts of spirit will quell snakes

Blank hiss that subsides slow

Withdrawal dries fears

Through Time I float

Now combine

The twirls

Foil

 

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Where are you – Coil

 

 

Trinity within my Blues

Trinity within my Blues

30 December 2015

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Fireworks game of stars

Coloured skies vivid flashes

Cool winter’s heating

 

Instill me silence

From the depths of Mother’s womb

Amnesia’s flowers

 

A pile of memories

Waiting to catch moonlight’s fire

Insidious rainbows

 

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Red, green, blue, closed hue

Punctuation keeps me sane

Kaleidoscope’s lane

 

I walk through dreamtime

Cast are the chains of my past

In shadowless groves

 

Hollow eyes perceive

The shades in between the lights

Darkness plays in squares

 

Tight-lipped goddesses

Bathing in sun-kissed waters

Emancipation

 

The old man bled seas

The whales and the mobs freed him

Flags burnt in red skies

 

You and I kissed sweet

The parting of forever

Between lips and teeth

 

Sealed in a heartbeat

Promises of stones and cuffs

Slinking pets’ cages

 

My mind a forest

Tall trees, shrubs, waterfalls crept

Stillness their white tomb

 

A story breathed hard

A death like many others

Penance for waking

 

Ten thousand spilled forth

Gushing from open gash fled

Tails and tales for Heads

 

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I gathered hinges

Old creaking doors I mended

Parts solace of whole

 

In between keyholes

Rays of light played with the sun

Games of promises

 

Three more from thirteen

Trinity within my blues

Jazzy end to days

 

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Morpheus – Sonne Hagal

Silence – Sonne Hagal

The Shapes of Things to Come – Sonne Hagal

Black Spring – Sonne Hagal

Set against moonfall

Set against moonfall

30 December 2015

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The fleeting travels

Of bees, birds and of fireflies

Across winter skies

 

The breath of Thunder

Bolting through the cloudy shroud

A blanket of stars

 

Bright the eerie nights

As shadows slink into lights

Waning mysteries

 

Dissolve the cobwebs

Spiders’ work will blow no more

Chilly winds of Toth

 

Slaves of yesterday

Rise to seasonal high tides

Spring will set them free

 

The smiles of morrows

Etched in infinity’s bluebells

Between bow and tie

 

Days will cut fabrics

Nights will stitch together hems

Of blackbirds new flags

 

Weeping in past tense

Hearts dawn to new reckonings

Upon sunlit paths

 

The sun will set blaze

A cross tidal waves that climb

Within Heart’s waters

 

Christen the daughters

Ivy, Jasmine, Mistletoe

The winding creepers

 

Shutters braced open

With all of Heart’s bright vessels

Golden beginnings

 

Of Gold the linings

Stained red with tinmen’s droplets

Vessels of Copper

 

Of thirteenth the month

A backdrop of new life’s roots

Set against moonfall

 

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As Night turns to Day – Arcana

 

 

Life sprouts from passing

Life sprouts from passing

29 December 2015

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Wading its way up

Into winter horizons

The sun reeked of change

 

Shadow of moon wept

Translucent mark in the skies

Ghost of yesterday

 

Your heart slow stammered

Strong were the upcoming tides

That would wash ashore

 

Rejoice for this pause

The calm before the storm’s dark

Winter will see through

 

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Spring will speak of peace

In the whispers of the leaves

Growing on brown stems

 

Blue flowers will bloom

Upon the reddened meadows

Contrast of colours

 

Hearts will know of green

Beating under lush crimson

Metamorphosis

 

In between faces

Recognition but a sign

Renewal of Times

 

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Summer will breathe bliss

Lazy hays that stretch outwards

Into new spaces

 

In between the cracks

Rivers of yesteryears’ gloom

Surfacing bubbles

 

The day will break night

Glorious winged serenity

Guardian of the realms

 

Bubbles will burst breath

Rancid spots on sheet of white

Agonising past

 

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Autumns will bear sheaths

For all daggers of seasons

Stilling mildewed breath

 

The fog and the wind

United in scattering

Closing paths of fear

 

The wheat rolled in piles

A bounty for two morrows

Constructing solace

 

We will knead them bread

From the death of the treasons

Life sprouts from passing

 

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The Calm Before The Storm – Arcana

Wings of Gabriel – Arcana

Serenity – Arcana

For my Love – Arcana

The untarnished Twelve

The untarnished Twelve

28 December 2015

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Ashes to ashes

Blowing in the winter winds

Twelve logs now consumed

 

A look into past

Looking back serves no purpose

Spare New Year’s outlook

 

Look in bright morrows

Snow and fog will clear fresh start

Walking fifty-two

 

The untarnished Twelve

Logs waiting in green garden

Nourishment for fire

 

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In response to Ronovan writes weekly Haiku prompt with the words New and Year

Ping back and rules here

 

Arcana – Closure

Arcana – Inceptus

 

Healing prayer

Healing prayer

28 December 2015

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As the New Year approaches and the old one fades into space somewhere in between atoms, I thought we should welcome the New Year with Healing wishes for the Earth and for all of us so I decided to recite another Dreamtime prayer.

 

I am publishing it early because I am not sure I will have time to write blogs before the New Year although I suspect I just may find enough time to do that. Let me elaborate a bit more on what I mean by Dreamtime.

 

For those who are not aware yet, most of my poetry flows and I feel like I am not fully the creator of the images and stanzas that flow on their own somehow (a strange sensation) and I feel very much like what I imagine could have spurred Rumi (one of my favourite poets) to write the poem “Who says words with my mouth” that I have also shared on this blog.

 

Perhaps all poets have this strange sensation when they write poetry that simply flows out of them and will not be contained. A lot of my poetry flows to me after a night’s sleep or a short nap with some even spurred by daydreaming. I have coined this as Dreamtime art because it is so linked with the sleep mode of my brain or sometimes the extremely relaxed mode (paradoxically extreme emotions can also cause the same flowing reaction but not always on the positive side).

 

In the same way that most of my poetry is connected to Dreamtime, I often dream about prayers with positive intent. Originally the prayers were mainly in French, English or Arabic but of recent I dream in other languages that I am not normally familiar with. For some reason I am certain they are prayers because I have been able to retrace some of the words to actual meanings on the web though I am not sure the other words are from the same language because the web simply comes up with nothing when I google the other words. Another reason that makes me feel this way is because I also get a wonderful, powerful feeling of a presence that identifies as the mother of all and indicates to me this is a positive intent prayer. Of course the rational mind’s description of this would be completely different I gather but for now we will stay with the irrational mind of the Heart.

Regarding this prayer, what I can say is it is meant to be a healing prayer. If any of you bloggers reading can make sense of the prayer as recited below and translate it, I would be much obliged. Else just enjoy it and allow the words to pervade you and heal you if possible 🙂

 

Healing prayer read by me

Rumi poem translated and read by Coleman Barks – Who says words with my mouth