When dark contains sight
21 October 2018
Within a day dream
I gather features of past
In ribbons of kites
Sunshine awakens
Contentment a numbness sought
Shutting out the light
The breath a constraint
Recollections dark matter
Regrets confinement
There flies a small space
Extending light particles
Between you and me
I breathe in hollow
Extensions of my soul seep
Into the twilight
The play of shadows
A riddle for the seeker
When dark contains sight
Reading of the poem:
Space song – Beach house
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
On the river bank
16 September 2018
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
Show me an arrow
13 September 2018
We bask in the light
Summer suns a safe haven
Winter a shadow
Within chronicles
Yesterday’s dreams are waning
Particles of dust
Wandering crows meet
Blackened rooftops gain a shade
Crafty black in black
Blue ribbons scatter
Red garlands will drag along
Skies a jigsaw frame
I gather moonbeams
Pale lilies in the pond glow
Infinite glitter
Show me an arrow
I will show you bleeding bows
Harvests are meager
Fingers summon years
Tireless practice in the aim
Center of the heart
Reading of the poem:
Straight to the Heart – Sina Vodjani
Soul between two worlds
4 July 2018
The light plays with dark
Random pathways of glitter
Entwined creations
Scintillating beams
Whispers from lands of morrows
Otherworldly dreams
Enchantment in chest
Mind composing miracles
Soul between two worlds
Reading of the poem:
Divine Overtone Chanting – Istvan Sky
Time and Time again
8 April 2018
She looked out of the window at a blue sky full of fluffy clouds. Ironically the clouds reminded her of how the memories of him were slowly fading. She had known him once with utmost certainty but now she was not sure anymore. She thought back to their first encounter. Not the one she remembered consciously but the one that had been at the back of her mind when they had met fleetingly on the small strip before the beach. When she had glanced at him then and her eyes had met his she had known deep in her heart that it was him but the thought had been so preposterous that she had had to brush it aside, grit her teeth and walk on. She had then seen him go into a sports car that was parked on that strip.
For years the memory had haunted her. The thought that she had walked beside the love of her life and not had the courage to take a chance and speak to him had weighed her down for years. Then he had reappeared in her life. First in a ghost-like form with no words said but for the evanescent image of him. Then with increasing precision in the form to which was added a telepathic communication. She wondered whether he was aware at all of this or if she was the only one seeing and hearing him. His spirit-like presence then became a daily routine in her life but left her with the ache of not having him around in flesh and blood.
She turned back from the window and glanced around the room which was submerged in pale light coming from the one window that was open. The room reeked of wasted memories and unshed tears. She wished she could turn back time and go back to that moment to see if she could change the course of fate but she knew it was not possible here and now. It reassured her to think that there was a version out there in the Multiverse where she had taken that risk and was perhaps growing old with the love of her life. He whispered in her head that he would come to her Time and Time again when the elements were favourable. It reassured her even more to think that maybe serendipity would put them both on the same path again. In Time. She smiled a wane smile before the tears finally welled in her eyes. Someday…Somewhere…In Time…
Somewhere in Time – Maksim Mrvica
Gathering the clouds
21 February 2018
Dream catcher
Weaving in moonlight
Steadfast light
Strange the night
The bride clad in eerie white
In the dark watcher
No regrets
Water roars in streams
Rivulets
In my dreams
Twenty three undone in seams
Twirling violets
Baleful looks
In between the books
She watches
Through the crowds
Sprinkled garlands of white shrouds
Gathering the clouds
Reading of the poem:
Water shaman – Shaman Drum Journey & Koshi bells – Tantra Music | Calm
