Tomorrow I will bear no weight

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
24 June 2022
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Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent 
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow

I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more

Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest

My brain will build tall citadels 
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops

There are fleeting looks encircled 
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray

Reading of the poem: 
Adam Hurst - Reflection

The beast in me walked for a death to instill

The beast in me walked for a death to instill
19 April 2022
Courtesy Stefan Gesell
I walked once between daze and swoon
My hands at my sides my head in the moon
I bore in my insides a wild creature to come
A waif turning beast at the beat of the drum

I walked into winters that paved summers’ way
Like the trees that blossomed amidst rustling hay
I walked into nights darker than dying coal
I clasped coming suns like a deer her foal

Then I said come now beast would you spill
The gory insides of your ever recent kill?
The beast made no sound but shook its head
It bore no closeness to the recent dead

The beast in me walked for a death to instill
As I watched it leaving from my window sill
Inside I clutched the most fleeting remains
The beast had wiped me clean of its putrid stains

Reading of the poem:
Forsaken - Solace

As grows stronger my rising fist

As grows stronger my rising fist
23 March 2022
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Will I find that special sound 
of sweet sighing redemption?
I feel it through the winds unwound
like a flag without a nation

I hear yonder muffled cries
I wander beyond their borders
in the weaving of truth and lies
heaves the rhythm of disorders

Blue and pink and a pint of glue
The glowing glee of a life to come
What is deceit and what is true
of meagre talk the total sum

Whisper without me an ear to fill
What comes forth a tongue to twist
Through landscapes I seek to still
As grows stronger my rising fist

Reading of the poem:
Sully Erna & Lisa Guyer - The Rise

Victim of the ploy

Victim of the ploy
11 February 2022

Courtesy Rodrigo Luff
Change clutches my gait;
motion in my mind imparts
traces in my heart

Footstep’s movement dwells
in otherworldly places
that my stride foretells

Eye follows a mark,
hand strokes hidden stirring lights
trail of footprint’s sights

Steps taken in haste
move the music of morrows
Bittersweet their taste

A walk on rainbows;
action of colourful flames
lisping loud my names

A threefold act shifts:
of me I am the decoy,
victim of the ploy

Reading of the poem:
Poets of the Fall - Moonlight Kissed
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku poetry prompt challenge with the words “move”, “step” and their synonyms. For more information and the contribution of other poets, please follow the link here. 

The death of her dreams

The death of her dreams
3 January 2022
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Windchimes blowing mud
Replica of ghostly snow
trickling music slides

A symphony arises
blended with her heart
Musical feat strays

Orchestra goes on
Sound a slave to her teardrops
a simple witches’ brew

Fusion of features
An amalgam of sounds stir
Ice around her heart

A pulp of papers
Letters from a time long gone
components of slush

Hope and fear’s union
The slight feelings compounded
the death of her dreams

Reading of the poem:
Diary of Dreams - The Valley 
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Poetry prompt challenge using the words “blend”, “slush” and their synonyms. For more information and to see the contributions please follow the link below:

Now ready to dry

Now ready to dry
27 December 2021
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Cascading thoughts fly
Riveting performances
meet my starry eye

Fireworks reveal
a universe in a sigh
that slow flows me by

A peal of laughter (Appeal)
a sacrifice to the stars
in quest of the hours (Inquest)

Urgencies dissolved
natural phenomenon
unwinding my veils

Pray reach out to me
your hands token of despair
stroking sad my hair

Observe me throughout
I am a bunch of flowers
now ready to dry

Reading of the poem: 
River of Blue – Diane Arkenstone

In branches of light

In branches of light
20 November 2021
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Petals multiply
In intervals of breathing
exhaling essence

My heart reaches out
seeking out the knowing mind
hidden in the eye

With careful fingers
I unveil the flower’s core
Myriads of colours

There are silent trees
tall yet minute they resume
growing in my heart

Winding through mazes
they teach me the wise lessons
of imbued stillness

We wait together
for the peace that was revealed
in branches of light

Reading of the poem:
The Valley of Dreams - Stive Morgan
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “wait”, “wise” and their synonyms. For more information on the challenge and other artists’ work, please read here

https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/11/15/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-384-wait-wise/

We were once swans

We were once swans
9 November 2021
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I was once a swan
gracefully gliding 
I conquered surfaces of waters
gleaming as they slipped 
tickling my under belly
working their way to my neck
that revealed itself to slaughter


Daytime picked its grind 
tossing me sideways
ripping parts of my wings
as I lay flat on the lake
a sacrifice to my ineptitude
my commonplace fantasy
of being no more


What is left of me loosens
at the edges; it parts
revealing scintillating facets
of places hidden within
where I search for my traces
when I moved head held high
unveiling my togetherness


I am still sometimes a swan
patching feather after feather
through my insides laid bare
retrieving lost wings 
carved inside my memories
They speak of lost paradise 
when we were all children


I see now the swan in her
fleetingly visible in the sun
shadows of her wings soaring
high above the green lake
I see her and feel the ache
She hides it gracefully 
We were once swans


Reading of the poem: 
Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" - Piano Sonata No.14 - Arr. G.Grant

Integrating me

Integrating me
31 October 2021

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Shine on bright
shine on me your light
eyes witness
vibrations
they pulse through the throbbing mind
seeping out of lids

The pathways 
they twirl and spin on
through neurons
redesigned
in memory cells rewind
black of my matter

Conquering
the new dominions
the lashes
in flashes
set the ground for dilution
integrating me


Reading of the poem:
Shadows - Giovanni Marradi

Germs in each corner

Germs in each corner
13-14 October 2021

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New virus attacked
Roll of thunder announced it;
connected minds roared

The disease flared through
Decay spread through synapses;
infection rumbled

Head counted microbes
The future resounded through
the boom of the bugs

Germs in each corner
Spelt name of a new species
that grumbled through space

Reading of the poem:
Azam Ali - PHANTOMS 
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “bug”, “rumble” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here. https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/10/11/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-379-bug-rumble/