Awaiting the sun

Awaiting the sun

11 November 2018

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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

Crossing Wilderness

Crossing Wilderness

23 April 2017

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The treehouse hanging

Within southern skies aflame

Forever blown game

 

Symbiotic nerves

In basket of glass shattered

Unrelenting curves

 

Points of resonance

Reaching through tendrils of Time

Crossing Wilderness

 

Reading of the poem: 

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I will be Silent – Over the Ocean

 

The multiplying effect

The multiplying effect

2 March 2016

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I, sometimes

Look beyond the hooves

Of rumbling

Time’s wagons

It is in ordinary

Revelations’ chimes

 

Slow steady

The boat sails oceans

Within tides

Of living

The intentions forgiving

The heart a clean lake

 

Then sometimes

In the tattooed stars

On the edge

Of sorrow

I rediscover the faith

Where your name is psalm

 

Mind in heart

Inventing reasons

To listen

To calling

The wild like red leaves falling

Upon winter’s snow

 

Outside me

There are fiery sparks

Kinetic

Soul’s movements

Lavender on white so pure

Weaving still secrets

 

Inside us

Stories of twin souls

Mimetic

Looking glass

The multiplying effect

You and I are three

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Green Grass – Cibelle

Conflagration of Senses

Conflagration of Senses

9-10 February 2016

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The wild at hearts flare

Like masterpiece of summer

Scorching the dried woods

 

The wildfire a blaze

Best pick of the century

A view nonpareil

 

Trophy of brightness

Uninterrupted by rocks

Moss shriveled by sun

 

Flaming pearl jewel

They attempted taming it

Flushing flash of fire

 

Like stone ornament

Of precious roots uncovered

Sparkler’s crystal light

 

No glass contained it

Conflagration of Senses

The infinite heat

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Written for Ronovan writes Haiku challenge. Ping back and rules here

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/02/08/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-83-gemflame/

 

Yeh Mera Deewana Pan hai – Susheela Raman

Mahima – Susheela Raman

A way to be

A way to be

17 December 2015

 

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Look upon your inner light

Letting go more than the fight

Healing angels wing their way

So give in to love and play

 

And if you trust yourself enough

You’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

You’ll found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

The road may seem so tiresome

I know you feel so lonesome

You think this road just glass and shards

You feel the pieces your soul discards

 

But if you trust yourself enough

You’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

You’ll found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

When you think that light has gone

Know you’re not out there alone

Feel the angels walk beside

All throughout the rocky ride

 

And if you trust yourself enough

You’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

You’ll found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

 

I believe in you and me

We are more than what we see

I believe in our strong heart

May its courage never depart

 

And if we trust ourselves enough

We’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

We’ll find the way to ecstasy

A way to be

 

And if we trust ourselves enough

We’ll find life’s not so tough

On the road to agony

In memories’ key

We found the way to ecstasy

A way to be

  

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I have not included a YouTube song yet because I am making this poem a song which I will include once I have sung it and in fact it started out like a song in my head before I wrote it as a free verse poem. Bear with me because I am not a singer but would really like to get this melody and the lyrics out there because it made me feel good so I thought it might help others feel good too

This was recorded as a memo on my phone because my usual camcorder was not working. Be kind and constructive with your criticism 😀

 

 

 

Time to let you go

Time to let you go

13 December 2015

 

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Embers’ trail

Dull feeling of fire

The core numb

The limbs frail

From unreal I beg a crumb

Dreaded woods to stoke

 

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Ghostly trace

Whispers of your face

Glistening

Slow fading

Your traits linings of dark clouds

Please summon the rain

 

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The mind’s dread

Winding memory

Music box

Crimson scars

You twinkle now in the stars

Your song in my head

 

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Memory’s lane

Walking on stray glass

Shredded feet

Eyelids’ flood

Your heartbeat alive in pain

Coursing through my blood

 

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Heartbreak’s ebb

Time to let you go

Heartbreak’s flow

Heartache’s peak

Panic striking me so weak

The thought of goodbyes

 

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It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini

I, flying Phoenix

I, flying Phoenix

4 November 2015

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I walked into Love

Fearful, aligning my steps

A timid creature

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Love watched me serene

Blowing at me with her winds

Playfully sowing

.

I walked in bubble

Made of the finest white glass

The texture of frost

.

Love picked at me slow

Her pecking bird of heavens

Slow delivery

.

The silent tremors

As she hovered around me

Oh the knees that shake!

.

I craned slight my neck

She drew blood with her sharp fangs

The bloodied retreat

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I watched her now scared

Loathing her slight ugly form

Recollecting wits

.

Butterfly hovers

Caterpillar a mere slug

Loathing slimy trail

.

Love cast at me rocks

Hurling all within without

Sheared me, set me free

.

Naked and exposed

With my last shuddering sighs

I bowed to her slight

.

At last she then smiled

Mother and Father embraced

They showed me true Flames

.

Fire all consumed

From ashes I then emerged

I, flying Phoenix

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The process of your own creation could be a distorted one if you do not listen carefully to the rain and do not understand correctly the synchronicities

Sacrifice is in leaving the greater for the greatest knowing the tool is not the task.

Silence – Vargo

Porspero’s books – opening crédits

Talking to Satie – Alessandra Celletti

Venez venez haine implacable – Gluck

Bliss – A Quiet Conversation

Giovanni Marradi – Just for You

Alessandra Celletti – I Discend to You, You Ascend to Me

The Sacrifice – Michael Nyman

Shatter me – Lindsey Stirling

Rumi – One Whisper of the Beloved

Voices of Infinity – Yakuro

Rumi – Gently, gently open your eyes

Vargo – The moment

On the Wings of Love – Fusion of Rumi and Hafiz poetry