On the road to redemption

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

 

Dust

Dust

22 May 2018

Storm woman Andy Bate

 

The night exhaled the scent of jasmine into her nostrils. She opened her eyes and peered into the darkness. She could hardly make out the outline of the jasmine tree’s branches. The pot with the tree had been removed by a friend who had taken the jasmine tree but the branches clung to the little hedge and still flowered. It was a curious thing to ponder on really. How those flowers could still bloom and the leaves still stay green while the tree had been snipped away from them was another of the mysteries of life. She went back inside her room where the darkness was thicker and lay her head on the pillow. She would check tomorrow if the leaves had begun to wither finally and she would then disentangle them from the hedge and cast them away.

The next morning was a gloomy grey morning as the dust from an oncoming sandstorm piled into the skies. She went to check the hedge and surely enough after their display of frantic desire to survive the branches were going limp and some leaves had turned yellow. The flowers too seemed withered and forlorn. She wondered if she should take them off right now or wait for all the leaves to become yellow before she would throw them in the bin. Looking at those desperate branches made her think of the eventuality of what consciousness went through when the body came to pass. Did all people’s consciousness linger desperately for a while without a body trying to find a way back into this life or unlike the flowers did they just stop blooming and join the collective consciousness the minute the body’s time ended ?

The dust in the air thickened and she could feel her throat going hoarse as the particles invaded her nostrils and found their way into her lungs. She sneezed as the wind picked up moving more dust her way. The branches heaved on the hedge and some of the yellow leaves flew with the wind before it settled bringing them to the ground. She reached out into the hedge and started easing the branches off it. As she piled the leaves into a heap, the wind picked up again and the branches scattered all across the pathway. The sky grew darker as more sand flew with the wind walling off the sun’s rays. She continued easing off the branches and finally gathering them together she cast them into the bin outside the gate. As she entered the house she could still smell the wane scent of jasmine mingled with the unmistakable sandy smell of the dust in the wind.

Dust in the wind – Melanie Safka

Remedy

Remedy

30 August 2017

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Courtesy George Redhawk

 

Image cut

On landscape of white

Sleek black ink

Trickeling

Down the white quill gyrating

Paper plane grating

 

Sink my thoughts

Tight little black knots

Chinese art

Subtle part

Finding the bud in the spots

Bloom of the morrow

 

Bring me snow

From ever rest bones

Pupil hones

Teacher’s tones

Valleys of music notes fly

The deserts’ ally

 

Wisp the hair

Starker the lashing

We will sing

Remedy

Voices between you and me

The chilly winds free

 

Reading of the poem : 

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Courtesy George Redhawk

 

 

Dogs of War – Blues Saraceno

Run on for a long time – Blues Saraceno

Carry me back Home – Blues Saraceno

Weaving compassion

Weaving compassion

2 June 2017

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Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on pinterest.com

 

Flowers bloom

Piercing days of gloom

Daffodils

Run through hills

The sun lights daily passion

Weaving compassion

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Art Kaleidoscope

Breath of Ma – Shaman’s Dream

The days of the bloom

The days of the bloom

26 September 2016

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We designed them slow

Mountains in descent of glow

Pinnacles of grief

 

Steps a downward slip

Grasping understanding lip

Speech an upward myth

 

Falling into clouds

From skies heavenly blue shrouds

The fog revealing

 

Counting the mistakes

Piles of hollow riddled stakes

The game show of minds

 

Never mind she said

We’ll play moving pawns instead

On board black lilies

 

The days of the bloom

Your eyes white pearls gave them room

From cheek to the Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Per le porte del tormento (Handel) Ann Hallenberg & Monica Piccinini

Of heavenly bloom

Of heavenly bloom

5 July 2016

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Moods broken

In rain-lit showers

Tireless strife

The orchard

Condensed lily white flowers

Their scent packed in mind

 

To be kind

Is more than a thought

The premise

Inner spin

In battle no will to win

Only outcome Love

 

High above

Flags of white flutter

In crossroads

The junctions

Preliminary choices

When you heed voices

 

Blue highways

They sizzle with cold

Marine flames

Suppression

The fight against oppression

Undercurrent breed

 

Beast you feed

Tames the known hunger

The unknown

A shadow

Growing in the undergrowth

Downtrodden old oath

 

Bear no gloom

The cells replicate

Ancient tales

Forgotten

Aerial messengers will bear

To the dragon’s lair

 

Chest to touch

Boon of loyalty

Kiss to blow

Seed to sow

The roots bear the majesty

Of heavenly bloom

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy pinterest.com

Against all odds – Phil Collins

Another day in Paradise – Phil Collins

In the air tonight – Phil Collins

Wind of change – Scorpions

The fading shine bright

The fading shine bright

16 April 2016

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When the bird chirps soft

Spring softer makes its way through

Flurry of gardens

Within the bosom mellow

Sunshine smiles hummed melodies

 

The nests are now built

Every strand a tireless flight

Parents made myriads

The hands that ironed now rest

Bright uniforms hanging prim

 

Rows of birds gather

Their beaks keen tools of language

Yellow orange flare

Women and children converse

Recommendations for school

 

Birds fly high in skies

Aerial exercise of grace

Coordinated

Mothers watch babies’ movements

Their eyes warm support system

 

A woodpecker cries

Its nest’s entrance occupied

By bees’ colonies

Livelihood created wiped

New livelihood emerges

 

Flowers bloom silent

Resplendent colours gushing

The fading shine bright

I watch harmony within

Losing all yet having all

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Farewell – Tan Dun & Yo Yo Ma

 

To blooming woman

To blooming woman

28 March 2016

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Magical

Twirling into world

Reborn blue

Stirred anew

Discover your inner shades

Walk between the blades

 

You are breath

Inscribed in divine

Beating heart

Birthing womb

Of all spate you are the tomb

Restless their questions

 

Hear the call

To blooming woman

Answer shine

Build the shrine

The Edge of Humanity

Achieving balance

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Waltz of the Roses – Eugen Doga

Lest you live as I would die

Lest you live as I would die

12 March 2016

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Hold the door

Its old hinges creak

Of lost time

They dare speak

Of slow walks in the moonlight

Of hope cloaked in sight

 

Hold the door

It tries to snap shut

Locking hurt

Deep within

Crushing rose petals that bloom

When sunlight drizzles

 

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Hold the door

It closes in tight

Reducing

Space of love

The chest caves in under might

Pressure of sorrow

 

Hold the door

It cuts through answers

To Questions

Lost inking

Connection’s tendrils sinking

Communication

 

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Hold the door

It would allow us

To glimpse light

Sea beyond

The nature of you and me

Sketched in wilderness

 

Hold the door

It is like coffin

Embalming

Pervading

Lest you live as I would die

Motionless, empty

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Come Heavy Sleep – John Dowland (Steven Rickards, counter-tenor Dorothy Linell, lute)

In darkness let me dwell – John Dowland (Andreas Scholl)

Flow my tears – John Dowland (Valeria Mignaco, soprano, Alfonso Marin Lute)

I saw my lady weep – John Dowland (Andreas Scholl)

In Darkness let me Dwell – John Dowland (Ellen Hargis, soprano; Jacob Heringman, lute; Mary Springfels, viol)

Come again – John Dowland (Paul Agnew, tenor, Christoper Wilson, Lute)

Weep you no more, sad fountains – John Dowland (Anne Sofie von Otter, mezzo-soprano, Jakob Lindberg, lute)

 

Infused Lake Como

Infused Lake Como

9 March 2016

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Picture taken by me in summer 2015 on Lake Como

 

The blood runs smoothly

Heightened with warmth of passion

Shimmering through veins

 

Six days to remind

A history to unwind

Written through the heart

 

Discovering ink

Running through my fingertips

With red of roses

 

Unborn offering

Their winding ecstatic threads

Traces of glory

 

Sketch of bloom in sky

Replicating red gushing

Beating within chest

 

Remnants of past run

Through aqueducts of my frame

Infused Lake Como

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Picture taken by me in summer 2015 on Lake Como hilltops

 

With you everyday – Beth Hart

There in your heart – Beth Hart

Close to my fire -Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa