The souls spared
4 April 2020
Smother not
The wilful intent
It breathes low
Remedies
For the dark venture to cease
The mind none to tease
Pursue Art
Within mighty heart
The power
To harness
Kingdoms beyond the darkness
Where brave stand duress
Look beyond
Written in the skies
The hearts paired
The souls spared
The breach a keen reminder
When the mind despaired
Reading of the poem:
The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor (Official Video)
The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty
19 March 2020
She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.
Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.
One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.
She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.
Björk – jóga / State of Emergency
He moved with giant strides
16 March 2020
He thought that love was a battle
One to put as task
The chains and tools that he’d rattle
In the cage she’d bask
Envigored by resolution
He moved with giant strides
Yet it was the wrong solution
Strong the soul she rides
She beckoned to him taught him peace
Of leaves that mind did rake
Offered soul and heart to appease
The lady of the lake
Reading of the poem:
Agnes Obel – The Curse (Berlin Live Session)
The slow mist covered soft
10 March 2020
The chest gathered arrows
A sacrifice thrown at its feet
Of the archer it shows
Upturned splendor of his defeat
Mind to heart made appeal
No prison for want of warden
A kiss of love to seal
A pact made in yonder garden
The slow mist covered soft
Flowers in the garden blooming
The heart yet kept aloft
Silken threads to the mind grooming
Reading of the poem:
B-Tribe – Agua azul
B-Tribe – Spiritual Spiritual
B – TRIBE – Suave Suave
The invisible thread
9 March 2020
She smiled at him. He was getting more interesting by the day. She always knew that her interest in men was more of the sapiosexual kind but had not realized until this day how much this was true. It was not that he was not handsome, far from that. In fact, she would classify him quite high on the handsome scale although his features might not be the classical handsome face. Yet it was not that which attracted her. What appealed to her most was the fact that he knew so much about a variety of matters and spoke like her several languages, some of which she did not speak herself.
He sensed her keener interest and was visibly flattered. He moved closer to her and she nudged towards him, her left flank now touching his right flank. She could feel the heat seep towards her from under his shirt. She felt all warm and cosy and it gave her a fuzzy feeling. He looked intently at her. Her eyes shone with that particular sheen which had captivated him right from the start. Unlike his green and gold speckled eyes, her eyes bore a dark liquid intensity that he had rarely seen in the eyes of the girls he had flirted with before.
This one was going to be trouble for his heart if she did not respond to his wishes in the way he wanted. He knew she wanted and celebrated her freedom. Would they be able to keep this feeling despite the both of them being so fiercely independent, he wondered? Yet he knew that every time he was away from her it was like something within him was missing. He simply had to come back to her or her to him, he was not sure which one of them wandered back to the other. Like drunken sailors they seemed to rift apart and then stumble into each other again.
It was as if an invisible thread with a spring-like quality was holding them and brought them back to each other when they wandered away too far. He had heard a saying once that people who were meant to meet were tied by an invisible thread. If the saying was true, then he and she were apparently glued together with several servings of invisible thread. He smiled to himself. He liked the idea of being strung up as long as it was with her…
Love – B-Tribe
The wolf played act so meek
8 March 2020
Ripples in his tides had gathered
The wolf played act so meek
Spotting golden fleece in the herd
Approached it tongue in cheek
The darkness bore it through the eye
The prey that he did seek
He turned to glower at the sky
Saw clouds upon them bleak
Then burdened by this new defeat
He gazed upon it slight
Turned the slate to become new sheet
Softly renounced the might
Reading of the poem:
Harrison Storm – Feeling You (Official Video)
Rustling reeds
26 February 2020
Twirling knots
Renewing my hair
In between
Here and there
Pieces and strands flying high
Shadows in the sky
Lustre lost
My skin flakes so pale
Gathered soft
On my knees
Yesterday a place to tease
Dying memories
Rustling reeds
Escaping fingers
Paper boats
Lining up
Dropping tea stains from my cup
I hear the silence
Reading of the poem:
Ólafur Arnalds – Not Alone
Missing steps
18 February 2020
Wandering
The mind follows bends
Of pathways
Yesterday
A walk in Netherland stride
Reckoning of wild
Wavering
Consciousness between
Allowed hues
Disowned blues
A patchwork of dreams
Uncovering streams
Plundering
In waves comes the greed
From the depths
Missing steps
The soul recovering sheen
Of forgotten spleen
Reading of the poem:
Over The Ocean – I Will Be Silent
The view loses charm
15 December 2015
Staring at its grace
Willow tree stooping over
All magic peeks shuns
Review my beauty
With attention’s past glamour
Look ignores appeal
When eye sees beauty
With too self-centred intent
The view loses charm
I Feel Pretty – Julie Andrews
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #75 Charm&Look
Ping back and rules here
The Loss of what is not there
13 September 2015
If I could appeal
To beat of your bleeding Heart
I see withering
If I could go back
Halt now shift within your heart
I see unfolding
If I could stop it
The day you will choose reason
I see oncoming
I would move time’s space
Within that fraction of mind
When intent went wrong
Alas I watch it
The Loss of what is not there
Awaiting future
When cycle is spent
Time will then fold on itself
So past comes undone
With Knowledge of Loss
You will transcend the intent
Rephrasing the past
Thus I say this much
Perhaps that you will look too
Saves us the heartache
