The dust had settled

The dust had settled

20 October 2020

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Landscapes gyrating

Moon a backdrop of ashes

the Earth spun onwards


The soot filled the sky

fragments disintegrating

the ground split in flakes


Dirt strewn everywhere

the flowers lost to the weed

battles in gardens


Tea estates littered

cinders from the teeming pit

Magmatic plates moved


Soil’s upheaval

The hills turned into mountains;

valleys disappeared


Churning sand of time

Gradual recovery

the dust had settled


Reading of the poem:

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Dust”, “Weed” and their synonyms. Rules and other contributions available here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/19/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-328-dust-weed/

Massive Attack – The Spoils ft. Hope Sandoval

Trace of red teardrops

Trace of red teardrops

12 October 2020

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Dewdrops in the air

Pearls scattering on my face

the first of the rains


Heads hung low they weep

Zoroastrian filters

drizzle through their plight


Drop by drop gathers

weight of a hundred stones cast

millenary fate


Maidens in tatters

their backs particles of flesh

sprinkled across choice


A dash of freedom

drips through time that seeps in age

beads of silver pain


A splash in the pond

Murky waters now stirring

trace of red teardrops


Reading of the poem:

Hope – Azam Ali

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Drip”, “Drop” and their synonyms. Rules and other poems available here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/12/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-327-drip-drop/

Prince of Peace anew

Prince of Peace anew

7 October 2020

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Scalding memories

Blisters in the soul that wept

Abandoned all hope

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Scorching sunlight dimmed

Shadows played with my mind’s eye

Dusk fell on the plains

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A nightingale sang

Darkness covered the window

Black spiders shriveled

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A flutter in heart

shaking off obscurity

Wild thoughts bloomed inward

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Parched throat renewed odes

Charred flowers revived colours

The blackness withered

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A staff split curtains

Shades of his heart shimmered through

Prince of Peace anew

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Reading of the poem:

Prince of Peace Official Lyric Video – Hillsong UNITED

Serenity sweeps

Serenity sweeps

3 October 2020

A lark calls morning

Waking my mind from slumber

sunshine stirs all frames

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My eyes now gather

your face falling into place

behind closed eyelids

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Serenity sweeps

into my beating heart’s cage

its throbs flying free

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Reading of the poem:

Adrift on the Sea of Tranquility – Riley Lee

Humans united

Humans united

2 October 2020

Clad in iron frame

weary from the highs and lows

the traveler weeps

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The separation

sum of all our misgivings

undulating pains

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Look into my eyes

see the rivers of my soul

piercing into black

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Unchained, flying free

a bluebird sings in my mind

melodies that haunt

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From dead plains they rise

the songs of togetherness

echo of the Love

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We come together

Breath of you through Heart of me

Humans united

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Reading of the poem:

HUMAN’s Musics – A film by Yann Arthus-Bertrand / Composed by Armand Amar

The waters flowed calm

The waters flowed calm

1 October 2020

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The elements raged

Pelting rain tore at my cheeks

The storm’s pace quickened

 

A raven called hoarse

a mild reminder of death

beak lost in twister

 

Rising in the skies

Gusts of wind shook free my frame

I recounted time

 

A single line drawn

across my heaving chest’s throb

The tempest, silenced

 

Soothing thoughts surfaced

As hurricane receded

into oblivion

 

The waters flowed calm

Monsoon surge a memory

Its downpour wasted

 

Reading of the poem:

Amber Mark – Monsoon (Official Video) ft. Mia Mark

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Calm”, “Storm” and their synonyms. Rules and other contributions available here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/28/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-325-calm-storm/

Alternate Realities – Chapter Nine : Housing the Mother

Alternate Realities – Chapter Nine : Housing the Mother

27 September 2020

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It had been a while since the incident of the bushfire and surely enough as Horus had told her, it was eventually subdued by the rain although not without some serious consequences. She thought to herself that they should train the dragons more but perhaps in less arid lands with trees that were less prone to catch and spread wildfire. Horus had been visiting her often and she also realized that she was undergoing a lot of changes. Outwards, she seemed unchanged and serene but inside of her a lot was happening. She had already undergone the third segmentation of her mind and knew from Horus that she was fully ready to house the Mother.

 

He had inspired her during dreamtime a series of dances that were meant to draw the shakti power more deeply into her. When he had first come to her during dreamtime she had asked him why he could not just explain it to her with words so that she could follow them but he told her that the shakti dances were based on vibration and the flow of poses that involved a certain configuration of the body and the hands in symbolic gestures that were meant to harness the cosmic power. These could not be taught in words but had to be experienced visually and there was nothing better than dreamtime communication for that.

 

On the last of the dreamtime episodes, the Mother showed her the shakti dances to follow in full thereby communicating on a vibrational level the full extent of the dances’ power. She had understood from her interactions in dreamtime with Horus that the dances were not to be followed step by step in full but had to flow according to the configuration of her own bodily manifestation as her DNA had to be aligned with the cosmic power in its own special way. She therefore needed to understand the vibrational undertone but adapt this to the coding of her DNA in a way that allowed the realignment to flow so that she could house the Mother without damaging herself. She knew implicitly that this would happen automatically when she interpreted the shakti dances.

 

Several weeks of dancing had gone by and at each dance she could feel herself get more of the consciousness of the Mother stream within her. At the end of the sixth week of dancing, she felt fully the Mother within her. She had not been sure what to expect when the Mother would be fully within her but perhaps she had expected something dramatic and magical to happen. Instead, all she could feel was a mixture of sadness and peace. It was a bit bewildering that she was not able to just change everything with a magic wand. Horus told her that the Mother did not want to break the laws of this world and what she mainly wanted to do was dilute the effect of patriarchy. She was slightly unsettled that it would not be quick but he reassured her that the Mother had already been flowing partly through her and that is why every environment she had been in had evolved into one with less dominance of patriarchy and with better conditions for women in general.

 

Horus told her that it would be a task that could take several years depending upon how open Humanity was to embrace that change but that it would unfold as Mother had already seen it happen. She knew from her own personal experience that indeed there were several occurrences where the balance of power had changed with women being less suppressed even in very male dominated societies where she had lived. She breathed in deeply and vowed to carry on the task Mother wanted to realise through her. When balance was achieved, Mother could once again walk the Earth freely without the undeserving labels bestowed upon her by patriarchy. She had been depicted as Lilith or the whore of Babylon in her earlier manifestations as patriarchy had twisted history to make her seem like a demon to fear rather than a bringer of light and wisdom. History was indeed always rewritten by the victors but soon that was about to change…

 

Vitas – Lucia Di Lammermoor

A thousand answers

A thousand answers

25 September 2020

 

The question mattered

unanswered it dug away

into my mind’s eye

 

Port to port I roamed

a deeply drunken sailor

veiled knowledge my quest

 

The ship sailed onwards

a ghostly trace of itself

against moonlit skies

 

Cells resonated

reverberating thunder

Lightning struck in soul

 

New realms unfolding

in the space within my heart

rose up to the helm

 

A thousand answers

spilled into my yearning mind

tracing shining lines

 

Reading of the poem:

Hammock – Circular As Our Way (Silencia)

All rage now vanquished

All rage now vanquished

23 September 2020

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Seething energy

the fury of elements

breaks into a storm

 

Heavy lightning strikes

Nature no longer passive

shares its violence

 

All furor unleashed

in sync with nature’s madness

heavens turn ink black

 

Churned into frenzy

seascapes heave with creeping waves

overcoming land

 

Waters once stagnant

restore passion of their roots

Marshes spill over

 

Ferocity speaks

intensity at its peak

in quaking mountains

 

The heart follows storms

A pyre for minds alights

magmatic, alive

 

Wistful rain falls fast

upon the brooding landscapes

reluctant soothing

 

Gradual easing

Slow trickle of honey flows

into my bosom

 

The quiet restored

Ire a ghost of the past

All rage now vanquished

 

Reading of the poem:

Michael Kiwanuka – Love and Hate

 

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Challenge using the words “Slow” and “Fury” or their synonyms. Rules and other poems can be found here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/09/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-324-furyslow/

Words interrupted

Words interrupted

20 September 2020

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Folding unfolding

myriads of images strewn

Memory a lark

 

Beams of crescent moon

tugged slow at my lips’ corners

A nightingale sang

 

Words interrupted

stilled my heart in deep silence

like water it flowed

 

Reading of the poem:

Dance Me To The End Of Love – Francis Goya