I dwell within grace 21 February 2023
Stormy times The lightning runs free breaks the tree slow exchange From wilderness will to change rainbows cover me I give light A token of peace within me reaches out A stirring fills me throughout budding gift to flout Eyelids stir remembrance of days when we were twined relays My feathers offer solace I dwell within grace Reading of the poem:
Falling Back to You - Delerium
Universe to see 7 April 2023
Reeling head Visions of morrow populate irises I now fathom what this is: message to translate Lightning scars Stormy weather speaks wilderness Fledgling reeks of unsettled heaviness on journey to stars I seek Truth Straight knowing journey leads to source shining course I float within a new me Universe to see Reading of the poem:
Beautiful Chorus - Infinite Universe (Official Visualizer)
Wet grass tickled feet
30 October 2020
Children of morrows; their cries ringing everywhere soaking Earth purple Foggy landscapes met teary eye saturated with pains of fledglings Stormy weather formed flower of life in my chest that drenched my heart red Pouring rain renewed hope in another Earth’s rise The bud of my thoughts Petals bloomed in mind blossoms of tomorrow’s world that dewy drops spelt Misty skies breathed soft whispers of promises kept Wet grass tickled feet
Reading of my poem:
Whirling Dervish – Mevlevi Sema Ceremony
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “Wet”, “Bloom” and their synonyms. For rules and other poetic contributions, follow the link here https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/10/26/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-329-bloom-wet/
Awaiting the sun
11 November 2018
The rhythm is that of the wind against the fallen leaves like a banshee wailing. Her mind syntonises with it finally as she picks up pieces of the shattered glass in front of her. There is no saying how much time the wind will continue to blow relentless. Her mind blows with the wind, flying high in the sky gathering momentum. At the same time her body continues to mechanically operate on its own. She carefully stacks the pieces of shattered glass in front of her and starts her daily work of repairing the window pane again.
She must have repaired it a hundred times yet every sunrise, the storm strikes at the same place again with the tree breaking through the window instantly killing her husband yet another time. Every day she wakes up again with the agony of knowing that she will again witness the scene of her husband’s death. The torture of knowing that initially numbed by the pain of his horrific death all she will be able to do is pick up the pieces of the shattered glass and start repairing the window as if to negate that it happened at all pursues her daily. She lives dreading the moment of initial sunshine which once made both her husband and her so happy.
She realises that she will never be able to grieve the loss of her husband as by the time she has finished repairing the window it is night time again and she falls asleep, exhausted. The first days that it happens, she does not remember exactly what has occurred but is only left with a sense of foreboding. Upon waking up that sense of foreboding slowly grows throughout the first week although it remains quite hazy. As time goes by , however, memories of the day before play back with excruciating precision.
She usually wakes up already knowing what will happen and totally helpless as she watches the events unfold. All she can do is repair the window in a wild and desperate hope that the next time, maybe at least once, it will not give way as the tree comes crashing through. Some days she would work her fingers sore until the nails almost peel and her fingers bleed and yet the next morning she would wake up to perfectly manicured fingers, her stomach tense with the knowledge of the oncoming onslaught.
Her mind soars higher as her fingers work swiftly repairing the window pane. She feels the moment when the night descends softly around her body that falls back on the bed. She watches as she lies almost lifeless her breath ragged as she struggles to overcome the sleepiness. Yet the slumber slowly overcomes her and her breath becomes more peaceful. It is the darkest point of the night now. Soon the killer dawn will strike again. She watches the body of her husband turn around and embrace her body.
Something inside her chest expands and she feels it stirring her body as she looks onward. The sun is about to rise and the winds are still howling. Her mind continues its wild jig with the winds. She knows that as the sun rises the storm will pick up strength and the tree will fall over breaking through the window pane. Her mind stills itself as the winds continue howling. The first rays of the sun pierce the horizon.
She opens wide her mouth and as it slowly rises she finally swallows the sun and the storm slowly loses its strength. Darkness falls all around as heat scorches her mind. She can feel the light exploding throughout her skull. She clenches her jaws as her mind maintains its stranglehold on the sun. The tree never moves again. She rolls her tongue softly over the blisters on her tongue. In the darkness beside her she can hear the soft breath of her husband. She utters a soft sigh and turns toward him holding him tight.
Let’s pretend – Tindersticks
Stormy weather stains
23 February 2018
Lightning strikes on plains
The dark one losing his gains
Expunged all our pains
Desert landscapes sigh
Behold the thundering sky
Truth is born from lie
Haughty mares shake manes
Dragons’ blood courses through veins
Sun and moon in lanes
Spirits soaring high
Eagles and falcons now fly
Nature to comply
The gleaming moon wanes
Willing the skies as it rains
Stormy weather stains
Reading of the poem:
Ly O Lay Ale Loya (Circle Dance) ~ Native Song
Drums of Thunder (Native American Music) Mountain Spirits
Calming Native American Flute over Thunderstorm
Light the skies
2 June 2017
Melodies
Ring me memories
Of stardom
Lost Kingdom
Where Ancestors wove wisdom
Winding with the breeze
Fortune tells
Secrets of the wells
Hidden deep
Winding steep
In the bosom silent keep
Ringing of the knells
Light the skies
With the will that flies
In stages
Of pages
Coursing through storm that rages
Presence multiplies
Reading of the poem:
Sunset Dream – Sufi’s Life & Merlin
Lonely – Sufi’s Life & Merlin
Balkan Spirit – Sufi’s Life & Merlin
The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos
Nothing to confess
16 August 2016
Compiling
Going through the piles
Discarded
Yellow scraps
Crumpled paper once was wraps
Of my heart’s token
Unbroken
The gift lies glassy
Ribbons mess
Sheltering
The most intricate carving
From Time’s stark duress
Grief seekers
Point implicitly
Voiceless charge
Bow to norms
Passengers remain on Barge
While the captain drinks
Giddy ride
Drunken stupour straits
Mind at peace
With the twirl
Sinusoidal journey
The cracken awakes
The boat shakes
Imagined quivers
The wheel twirls
Tempest hurls
The rains transform the rivers
Thundering blue sea
Priests beckon
My frame to the keel
I reckon
Party Time
More appropriate than storms
Nothing to confess
Reading of the poem:
Oh Lover – Rachael Yamagata ft. Ray Lamontagne
I speak through the winds misconceived prayers
2 January 2016
I speak through the winds misconceived prayers
Where storm and lightning concede me layers
Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise
Playing upon face Heart none the less wise
Unclothe us reveal the hidden players
Recount finds me mute in shock of thayers
Fate will have its way weave web for payers
The tooth and the nail no scratch will devise
I speak through the winds misconceived prayers
Where storm and lightning concede me layers
Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise
Wish upon my bones pitiless slayers
Source preserve me safe from mind’s naysayers
Weak mind without heart strong heart will despise
Call upon the love hasten its demise
Wing upon this eye follow soothsayers
I speak through the winds misconceived prayers
Where storm and lightning concede me layers
Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise
Playing upon face Heart none the less wise
Unclothe us reveal the hidden players
I speak
2 January 2016
I speak through the winds misconceived prayers
Where storm and lightning concede me layers
Iridescent bolts unfettered disguise
Playing upon face Heart none the less wise
Unclothe us reveal the hidden players
Recount finds me mute in shock of thayers
Fate will have its way weave web for payers
The tooth and the nail no scratch will devise
I speak
Wish upon my bones pitiless slayers
Source preserve me safe from mind’s naysayers
Weak mind without heart strong heart will despise
Call upon the love hasten its demise
Wing upon this eye follow soothsayers
I speak
Faun – Karuna (unplugged )
Faun – Gaia
Faun – Andro
Fly!
23 December 2015
Cry
Rivers
Flowing Heart
Juice me Tender
Quiet reckonings
Happiness etched in sand
Blowing winds will spare nothing
All memories scattered in the storms
Between shelters of fortune and drought
Life’s tempests rise often, subside sometimes
Open Heart is shield of those speaking rhymes
Winging Hearts to those who’ve been about
Of strangest tides of life their norms
From void’s cliffs to everything
Of higher much demand
The blue soul’s longings
Sweet surrender
Soul in Art
Quivers
Fly!
Virgin Black – Our wings are burning