Bright lights in the sky

September 30, 2018 Geetha B Angels, Energy, Healing, Heart, Heartpath, Japanese art forms, Poetry, Senryu, Soul Angels, Bells, Energy, Healing, Heart, Japanese art forms, Joy, Light, Marvels, Matter, poetry, Senryu, Sky, soul

Bright lights in the sky

30 September 2018

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Whispers within soul

Healing energy pulsates

Hands token of joy

Wondrous realms open

Dazzling intensity strikes

Heart in the matter

Bells ring angels sing

Eyes open to the marvels

Bright lights in the sky

Reading of the poem:

Silver lining – Lights & Motion

The unknown facets

September 26, 2018 Geetha B Destiny, Eye, Japanese art forms, Life, Light, Memories, Mystery, Poetry, Senryu Destiny, Facets, Japanese art forms, Life, Light, Mysteries, poetry, Remembrance, Seams, Senryu, Trace, Unknown

The unknown facets

26 September 2018

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Life’s mysteries form

A pleat within destiny

Traces of camphor

Neatly tucked away

Remembrance a robe of light

My nostrils inflamed

Repeated chipping

Eye discovers in the seams

The unknown facets

Reading of the poem:

Familiar – Agnes Obel

Shores undivided

September 23, 2018 Geetha B Heartpath, Japanese art forms, Memories, Poetry, Scent, Senryu, Silence, Sparrows, Tales, Wind, Wisdom Bosom, Divine Feminine, Feminine, Fire, Gate, Heart, Japanese art forms, Journey, Memories, North, peace, Penance, Perfume, poetry, Prayer, Scent, Senryu, Shores, silence, Sparrows, Square, Tale, Thoughts, Twenty Three, West, Whistle, Wind, Wisdom, Woodlands

Shores undivided

23 September 2018

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Square linings in thoughts

Scent of a heart set on fire

Perfume felt my pulse

In between woodlands

A gate swings North west and creaks

South a remembrance

Wind a rhythmic friend

Over treetops lone whistle

Beings in the wild

A silence heaves hard

My bosom a place of peace

In prayer penance

Twenty three sparrows

Memories of my journey

Carry them in tale

Wisdom a handful

Merging with the feminine

Shores undivided

Reading of the poem:

Riverside – Agnes Obel

Children face the light

September 23, 2018 Geetha B Blood, Dark, Foresight, Forgiveness, Japanese art forms, Light, Poetry, Senryu, Sight, Water Blackbirds, Blood, Children, Creatures, Crimson, Dark, Elders, Eyes, Face, Floods, Forgiveness, Japanese art forms, Jasmine, Light, mind, Peaks, Pillars, poetry, Pools, Seasons, Senryu, Sight, Sun, Tides, Valleys, Waters, Windows

Children face the light

23 September 2018

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Blackbirds in mind swirl

Loud cries’ strident pillars felt

Weight in my tear ducts

Soulless creatures crawl

In the dark alleys some breathe

Agony in mind

Sun bursts in sockets

Jasmine withers in heatwave

Known features dwindle

Windows carry floods

From peaks to valleys we drop

Blood from the Elders

Crimson my waters

Morrow’s seasons shook in tides

Wavelength scorches sight

Dark eyes starry pools

Small hands tools of forgiveness

Children face the light

Reading of the poem:

The sky is crying – Gary BB Coleman

Bitter aftertaste

September 21, 2018 Geetha B Heart, Heartpath, Illusion, Japanese art forms, Poetry, Rain, Senryu, Skin Aftertaste, Bosom, Honey, Ice, Illusion, Japanese art forms, Monsoon, poetry, Rain, Senryu

Bitter aftertaste

21 September 2018

Within my bosom

Ice clad features of sorrow

Melt down in habit

Whispers of monsoon

Rain down from shuttered eyelids

Illusion skin deep

Fed equal measures

Teaspoon of liquid honey

Bitter aftertaste

Reading of the poem:

Smother – Daughter

On the road to redemption

September 21, 2018 Geetha B Castles, Dreams, Dreamtime, Energies, Heaven, Japanese art forms, Memories, Moonlight, Poetry, Redemption, Scent, Senryu, Spirit, Uncategorized, Words Bloom, Bluebells, Castles, Dreams, Future, Heaven, Horizon, Japanese art forms, Moonlight, Ode, Opposites, poetry, Redemption, Scents, Senryu, Spirit, Thoughts, Trace, Weight

On the road to redemption

21 September 2018

Heavens’ bloom coughed mirth

Opposites struck many deals

Kindred spirits waned

Memories clung tight

On the road to redemption

Moonlight composed odes

Fierce energies collided

Futures vanished with no trace

Horizons were shorn

Heady scents lingered

On the road to redemption

Knees resisted weight

Words pricked my eardrums

Dreams of tomorrow caught up

Thoughts’ speed was worthless

Bluebells hung their head

On the road to redemption

Castles vanished fast

Reading of the poem:

All I wanted – Daughter

Solution to age

September 16, 2018September 21, 2018 Geetha B Bees, Light, Poetry, Shadorma Age, Bees, Light, Memories, poetry, Shadorma, Telomeres, Touch, Trees

Solution to age

16 September 2018

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Forest oils

Bark of hidden trees

Tanning skin

Stretched too thin

Stark visual memories

Flying with the bees

Inspiring

Thoughts revolve in mind

Luminous

Light beings

Within my fingertips range

Touch soothing and strange

Evolving

Telomeres lengthen

Widening

Shortening

Array of tunes on white page

Solution to age

Reading of the poem:

Being Time –Riley Lee

On the river bank

September 16, 2018 Geetha B Bees, Dreamtime, Light, Lighthouse, Short stories, Stories, Story, Time, Woods Bees, Life, Light, Missing Time, River, Short stories, Stories, time, Trees, Woods

On the river bank

16 September 2018

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The woods’ outline was cool and comforting against the blue skies in the scorching heat that she could feel rise to a peak level again. She moved swiftly towards it and gladly delved into the first cluster of roots and leaves that lay at the outskirts of the woods. Her skin feverishly welcomed the dew that fell off the leaves onto her arms. She stooped further as a heavy branch hid the way to the inside of the woods and crossing underneath it reached a small clearing.

The air was filled with the smell of moss growing all around under the trees. The smell of it felt like heaven to her after her time in the city. There was also a strong smell of burnt wood and she wondered where it came from. She ventured further into the woods following the smell of the burnt wood until she arrived to another clearing and found a tree that had been split into two, visibly struck by lightning, the two sides charred and fallen to the ground. The center of the tree was still fuming a bit and she could sense humming all around it.

She looked around and saw a swarm of bees all around the neighbouring trees. She wondered whether they had been in the tree before it had been burnt down. She was a little apprehensive on whether the bees would attack her as they seemed quite restless but they only circled around her and never dived upon her to sting her. The way they were hovering around, they seemed to be dancing and she found that quite odd. Suddenly they stopped their movement and after a few seconds they flew in group towards a spot at the end of the clearing.

She ran after the bees, eager to see what had drawn them there. In the distance she could see lights flickering. She wondered if there were people in the woods out here like her to escape the heat of the city. She hid behind one of the trees near the end of the clearing and watched intently as the lights drew closer. She realised that the lights were coming over a stretch of water that started at the end of the clearing. She looked further and found out that it was actually a large river. The lights came over the edge of the river and stopped on the river bank.

She came out of her hiding place behind the trees and stared curiously at the lights. There seemed to be nothing holding them up there, not even an insect. She reached out to the lights and could feel a tingling feeling at the tip of her fingers. The river bank softly gave way under her feet and she seemed to be sinking as she could no longer feel the earth underneath. At the same time, the lights seemed to move closer to her or perhaps she was moving closer to hem. She could feel their warmth as they engulfed her…

The river on the sky – Stive Morgan