The light spilling fast 24 March 2021
Cavernous shadows sight my eyes I follow dark inside A dialog between us overcomes cobwebs Thought expressed ringing through my head the message sits clumsy an attempt to understand meanings of half light Piercing ray resounding echo burning through retina the stratosphere now reckons the light spilling fast Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan - Melancholy
To cradle of light 27 November 2020
Mind’s tendrils nailing the target course reset no regret The hand on my heart measure of pulsing leisure Within eye the whispering trees build gardens of morrows bridges of new intentions my bosom crosses The journey a flight within reeds Ticking clock awaits none Elementary treasures growing from the shrubs Untangling sister’s weaving spun through the heat that melts all A riddle for mind to fall A tale to recall Adventure the soul has begun within joints it anoints hands drawing cardinal points spaces the eye seeks The light flows within my body It quivers in rivers messages it delivers to cradle of light Messiah Project - Region Of Darkness, Cradle Of Light
Reading of the poem:
In shape of our hearts
27 March 2020
Remember
The chirping robin?
When it came
From within
Heartbeats paired with rising spring
Composed song to sing
The dewdrops
Parallel to lash
Bated breath
Composure
Of beating lungs exposure
Strength of heart measure
Drawn insight
Stealth within the light
The darkness
Now vivid
Shining lighthouse all imparts
In shape of our hearts
Reading of the poem:
A Scene Of La Seine – Yuhki Kuramoto
Lake Louise II – Yuhki Kuramoto
Shape of Love – Yuhki Kuramoto
They run through rivers
23 March 2020
Did you feel
My waking anthem?
It speaks not
It fears not
It crawls alive down mountains
Measured in sentence
The wet tides
They crave beaten shores
Where I dance
Unison
Downtrodden path of danger
The will a stranger
I heed not
The hushed countenance
The words packed
In bosom
Now descending in quivers
They run through rivers
Reading of the poem:
Hush now don’t explain – Billie Holiday
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
Sad sighs in between
October 1, 2018
From your bosom’s share
You gave me a piece of sun
Dazzling in bright frame
In free gift of self
Willingly you gave me light
Through dark winter night
Nights and days relayed
Sensations everlasting
Heart at the center
Head preoccupied
Thoughts roaming free now unwind
Windmills in the mind
From my toil and care
I gave you a piece of moon
Reflected in eyes
In poet’s retort
Unknowingly I gave spleen
Sad sighs in between
Reading of the poem:
Anamorphic – Lights & Motion
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
Death converts to life
8 September 2018
Highways will lead North
Where fog and sea surrender
Intimate lacing
Wish upon my bones
Call to the elders that know
Stories of caskets
Moonbeams grow shadows
Within heart of the meadows
Fairies live prancing
Hold my gaze to skies
Illuminate my bosom
Rose insulates me
Lightning bears a door
In between threads and the bolt
A crack reveals light
Invert destinies
Redress stories of duress
Death converts to life
Reading of the poem:
Don’t let me down ft Daya – The Chainsmokers
The Edge of the Light
24 June 2018
There is dark
On the road to Home
It revives
Surprises
When we feel that we’re alone
It cloaks us like ink
We reach brink
Of our own limits
Fortune tells
Unheard Tales
The faithless the self impales
Carry no crosses
Heartbeats still
Raging fires cease
The disease
Self made ache
We commit the same mistake
Over and over
Withered eyes
Seek out the lanterns
Look outside
Not inside
Curtains ruffle as they slide
Concealing outcomes
The Light shines
I hold it within
Starry skies
Breath that cries
Outreach of my inner depths
When the will wavers
Seek the star
When the night is dark
Like a spark
It will guide
Know that in darkness you ride
The Edge of the Light
Reading of the poem:
Shine a Light – Banners
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