Into a New Age

Into a New Age

29 October 2017

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Fairy dance

Nibbles at my feet

At Midnight

Witching hour

Time opens up the flower

Petal at a Time

 

I blow rhyme

She blows the bubbles

They reach me

In music

Overcoming the rubble

Of a life crumbling

 

Frame tumbling

Hastiness reflects

Intentions

Set so deep

Inside Heart promises keep

What the mind rejects

 

Send me note

Summon me a flute

We will play

While they shoot

Shadows on the wall the same

Intention in game

 

Hurried steps

Down winding staircase

That the winds

Whistle through

Patterns projected untrue

The light sometimes lies

 

Hear my sighs

I bleed contr’alto

Bridges lift

Heart’s gusto

Takes frozen frame in tempo

Into a New Age

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

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Courtesy Celine Ricci

The Mercy of the World – Quinn

I will believe – Quinn

Things once held dear – Quinn

Recovering soul

Recovering soul

29 October 2017

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Listen now

Once upon a Time

We alone

Shifted frames

Not needing passage through death

We occupied clay

 

Heated Earth

Magmatic stardust

Heart revelled

Mind excelled

The spirit soared young and free

Inside wilderness

 

Plastered names

We partook in death

Lingering

Mute power

Master the servant now blames

Recovering soul

 

Reading of the poem: 

I am lost – Quin

Flying is not for felines

Flying is not for felines

(a poem composed in shadorma form from funny thoughts that went through my head)

29 October 2017

 

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Reduced frame

Angel came in size

Of fragment

Of herself

Offered to the elements

Raging throughout world

 

Cat viewed her

Mistaking for mouse

Gobbled her

Dorsal parts

Left her shivering in winds

That tore through the Earth

 

Shed the wings

Cough out the feathers

The Angel

Told the cat

Flying is not for felines

Even through tummies

 

Reading of the poem: 

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