Ocean greets me kin
24 March 2020
This is not a play
Tragedy nor comedy
This is a life’s toil
I splatter the drops
The waters in rivulets
Aspire for bay
Ocean greets me kin
Movement of waves like my skin
A body of clay
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku 298 using the words bay and play. For rules and more poems follow this link.
Gurdjieff – De Hartmann Vol 12: Prière Pour La Miséricorde, Alain Kremski
Now that the trail has gone cold
15 November 2015
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In the beginning
Time washed me on empty shores
Shell of air that hung
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She breathed me Fire
Mother wove me from her womb
Golden thread for stars
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She covered me clay
Rising tides her Oceans spent
Nights on my dark hair
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. .
She swelled me tremors
Beating Heart she raised me high
Tidal waves my blood
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She kneaded me bread
The black and the white she joined
Every mouth to feed
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I wake in her ice
Now that the trail has gone cold
Heart follows her scent
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Only my Mother
Scent of Jasmine knew her feet
Ambrosian Life
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Infinity’s voices loudly will call
13 August 2013
Trodden ruffled feathers life will now smooth
Silken whisper follows rising of pitch
Eroding sadness for soul now to soothe
Stranger rebounds meet not many a glitch
Silvery cords on twin bodies will glide
Wild strings will gather in gardens so lush
Stray notes rotating in bodies collide
Heated moments cause more than cheek to flush
Crescendo the music will yearn to play
Raging with thunders of hunger’s appeal
Dawning upon welded bodies of clay
Daybreak mellow with bond will twin souls seal
Infinity’s voices loudly will call
The higher the rise the starker the fall
A million kisses
8 August 2015
Stars scrambled in you
Meaningless puzzle, mind’s mess
Inner clockworks stir
A map of you prints
In my soul still life’s landscape
Multiplicity
Ubiquity calls
To mind other sources flow
Gushing energy
Myriads of strings hold
Every nerve wired closely
To your frame’s workings
Tirelessly kneading
Electricity your tool
Clay turns live sculpture
Insides churn outside
Life’s miracles live on cliff
Bordering your name
The edge of you brings
Into my deepest recess
Promises of life
Ghostly lips will press
Like a tattoo on my nape
A million kisses
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