Fire beneath embers

Fire beneath embers

1 April 2020

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He shows me

The means to an end

Leitmotiv

To renew

Yet my bosom is now spent

From pains underwent

 

I hold him

In memories’ space

Brittle lace

Where his face

Redesigns the melodies

That put heart at ease

 

We travel

Through the light that shines

Within heart

Throughout mind

We will revel when we find

Fire beneath embers

 

Reading of the poem:

Max Richter – She remembers

Waiting for your hand

Waiting for your hand

30 March 2020

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Shrill banshee

Wailing across seas

She gathers

The seers

Winding through our gliding fears

Within snakes’ coils

 

Skies burn slow

Within my whisper

Carry me

Into past

When we thought the breath would last

Beyond sentences

 

I weighed them

Weight of wayward words

Deep set eyes

Shadows, lies

Where I extended my life

Waiting for your hand

 

Reading of the poem:

The Night is an Ocean – Winter Aid

Softly – Winter Aid

Slumber – Winter Aid

I am gone

I am gone

30 March 2020

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Did you see ?

The ripple-clad lake

In shining

Replicates

The wonders that we can be

When we’re pacified

 

Speak to me

The birds have lost songs

Their beaks blue

Like my soul

My mind relinquished control

The lack in your words

 

Hone me slow

Caress my feathers

I am gone

In song shrill

Birds calling on window sill

They follow shadows

 

Reading of the poem:

Within – Winter Aid

In shape of our hearts

In shape of our hearts

27 March 2020

Courtesy Joanna Albrecht

 

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

Third path shone

Third path shone

26 March 2020

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Do you hear

The idle gossip?

Yesterday

Twined with lies

Waters that well in bosom

Reach out to my eyes

 

Two roads lay

Stretching unity

I lie low

Neither side

Beckoning tombstones prevail

I watch dead and wail

 

Third path shone

Middle traced by mind

I rewind

Path so kind

Gathered from my memories

For the h(u)/(ea)rt to (ceas)/(seiz)e

 

Reading of the poem:

Scorpions – Follow Your Heart (Official Lyric Video)

Scorpions – Send me an angel [Music Video]

Scorpions – Still Loving You [Lyrics + Traduction Française]

There beside your heart

There beside your heart

25 March 2020

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I will bend

Like flower swooning

Into arms

Awaiting

Three moons now replicating

Urgency of you

 

Grace within

The moments’ magic

Powdered dreams

Where it seems

All my yearning set aside

In mornings confide

 

Look at me

I am in two suns

Shadow struck

Awe within

Revolution of bosom

There beside your heart

 

Reading of the poem:

Melody Gardot – Les Étoiles

The Malachite Curse 5 : Who killed Cuifen?

The Malachite Curse 5 : Who killed Cuifen?

21 March 2020

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Ming-Hoa’s sight was darkening as he felt the pressure of Chow’s hands around his neck strengthen. Soon he would be reunited with Cuifen he thought for an eternity or at least until only their bones were left. Ming-Hoa believed that once the flesh was gone, the consciousness of the person was also gone unlike the other villagers who believed that the life energy ceased to exist once the breath had gone. He could feel the blood beat at his temples as he mechanically gasped for breath. Suddenly he felt himself freed from Chow’s clutch. Those restraining Ju-Long had come to his rescue and pulled her off him. The women came over to try and reason with Chow so that she would stop trying to go back and strangle Ming-Hoa.

 

Slowly it would seem that Chow had been reasoned into passivity, so the men returned to their rolling of the coffin on the platform. Somehow none of them felt it was safe enough to directly haul the coffin over their shoulders like they would normally do. Besides, with all the marble of the coffin it was easier to roll it to the graveyard than carry it. Ming-Hoa who was now freed from Chow’s vice-like grip was wailing and following Cuifen’s coffin, uttering from time to time nonsensical whimpers that sounded like muffled words. Eu-Meh thought she could hear something like “Three drops of blood”… “One minute you were”… “body so pure “… “why did you tear” “my ponytail”. She wondered whether Ming-Hoa had attempted to abuse Cuifen and subsequently murdered her when she refused. It all seemed so logical. She should remember to mention that to the police when they would come.

 

There was no policeman in their village, just one in the nearby village and it would take a day or two for him to come over. She knew that the inquest would have to be handled by more than just that policeman so he would need to wait for the other ones to arrive from the city. This could take another two or three days so the inquest would only start around a week from then. She wondered whether it was wise to already bury Cuifen and have her dug out when the inquest started. There had been one other murder a long time ago and although the murderer had been known, the inquest had still decided that the body must be dug up to corroborate the way the murder had been carried out and the murderer who had been responsible for that murder. She wondered whether she should ask the villagers to stop the burial but realized that everybody seemed to want to be rid of the sight of Cuifen dead.

 

Chow who had now been relatively quietened by the women was now following Eu-Meh. This latter slowed down so Chow could catch up with her. Without a word Eu-Meh put a reassuring arm around Chow sustaining her frame as she could see that the normally stoic Chow was very near to collapsing.

 

  • I think I know who killed Cuifen, she said in a hoarse whisper, but promise me you will not do anything if I tell you.

 

Gurdjieff / De Hartmann – Persian Song

 

Just to be One with you

Just to be One with you

17 March 2020

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I gather two coins of us

Toss one up in the sky

A game to play with no fuss

Heads or tails, none to cry

 

Is this all that was to be

Pain reminder of slate

Acceptance of destiny

Other ingratiate?

 

In my past the cobwebs pass

Leaving path to renew

All I could ever dream was

Just to be One with you

 

Reading of the poem:

Beth Hart & Joe Bonamassa – I’ll Take Care Of You

Talking birds

Talking birds

15 March 2020

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Springtime dew

Drops on daffodils

Grass that sprouts

All about

My mind running wild with bees

Larks that morning frees

 

Summer breeze

Seeping through winter

Blinded herds

Haughty nerds

Of the meanings that become

Lost messages hummed

 

Symphonies

Stretching in the sun

Talking birds

Swirling words

Of the moments that I sum

With my heart’s fingers

 

Reading of the poem :

Max Richter – Dream 3 (in the midst of my life)

Before the silken reed

Before the silken reed

13 March 2020

Photography by me

 

I looked at growing weed

Where two swans glided peacefully

Before the silken reed

They beckoned it seemed up to me

 

Had they heard my unspoken sighs

Thoughts of you, my solace?

Water hen flew across the skies

In criss-cross drew your face

 

I knelt still upon the boulder

That had the ice withstood

In love we could grow much bolder

Could we? I thought we should

 

Photography by me

Reading of the poem:

Song of Return – Saint of Sin