In Time we will see them flourish

In Time we will see them flourish
7 July 2022
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Seek me in the rivers that flow stark
I have given in to the tides that all embrace
yielding into the deltas that claim more
that demand from all the very core

I will gaze upon the sun unflinching
the memories of you lying intact
unravelling in a world we never touch
as I watch your dark wings glowing

Laying on a bed of flowers exhaling
scent of jasmine, rose and moonflowers
I am one with my other face hidden
deep into the water it slowly grows

What is you has now become me, us
and what I am I know exists no more
yet I explore the emptiness of your face
translucent, aglow, it escapes physicality

I look beyond the life we never had
beyond stolen instances of nighttime 
into the compressed breaths taken
to construe a world beyond the world

We will sing sweet and soft lullabies 
to the unborn children we raised
in our mind’s eye they roam playgrounds
sitting in the recesses of my bosom

We keep and weep within my bosom
withered like an old nun’s gait
it speaks of unraveled moments
In Time we will see them flourish

Reading of the poem:
I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

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

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

Of innocence lost

Of innocence lost
6 January 2022

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Her skin felt a burn
A thousand suns flared within
Ancient tattoos writhed

Blisters wrote on skin
a story of a lifetime
wrapped within gray folds

Darkness was conquered
The old adage came to light
New Order commenced

A flash of moonlight
Illuminated her eyes
Sun’s flames wrestled moon

Tired men kept watch
The battle was an emblem
Olden moon beat sun

Sun flickered dying
The children came to New Age
of innocence lost

Reading of the poem:
ILLENIUM - Crawl Outta Love (feat. Annika Wells)

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Poetry prompt challenge using the words “burn”, “old” and their synonyms. For more information and to see the contributions please follow the link below:

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:

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

The sea progresses

The sea progresses
1 October 2021
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The winds carried me
delicate wings fluttering
in ascent of skies

Dark clouds gathered tight
In graceful touch of the night
while the moons surged sleek

The days’ rise upturned
sunlit landscapes glittered white
The tides washed the beach

Sparkling sugar straits
reflections of sandy slopes
swell under the sun

Bright eyes stretch inwards
gathering the suns rays’ kiss
irises spotless

The sea progresses
my body in solemn vow
meets dizzy waves’ pull

Reading of the poem
Niyaz - Arzusun
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “clean”, “rise” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/09/27/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-377-clean-and-rise/  

Heads covered in fuzz

Heads covered in fuzz
18 September 2021

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The down on her lips
bristled at the sight of them
they coloured street lights

Her peach lips curled up
her face mask of amazement
her blushing cheeks taut

Her muscles strained locked
moving into position
her body knelt down

Every fiber lit
she tore through blooming flowers
fresh grass met her feet

She watched them fearful
her cheeks aflush from the run
her hair in cascades

They reached out to her
features glowing in the dark
heads covered in fuzz

Reading of the poem:


Ed Sheeran - Bad Habits
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “peach”, “fuzz” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here 
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/09/13/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-375-peach-and-fuzz/ 

Symbol of demise

Symbol of demise
8 September 2021

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Ire burnt in hearts
while the Scots paved a free road
Return to glory

The lights flashed on her
Like a mural painted white 
she emerged from night

The wizards combined
potions for resurrection
counting dead eyes’ beat

Midnight’s toll rang still
heavy doors creaked sullenly
lanterns hissed their glare

Glint in pupils lost
bedtime struck at eventide
dark everlasting

November skies bled
a flag flying at half mast
symbol of demise

Reading of the poem:
ILLENIUM - Nightlight (Official Music Video)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “line”, “toe” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here  Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 374 LIGHTS and Night. | ronovanwrites

A flag flying high

A flag flying high
23 August 2021

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Only the question
mattered more than the answer
Twined cause and effect

Common inquiry
A probe into grey matter
Symptom of the quest

Pillars of queries
Symbols of the need to know
A trace of lives lived

Myriads of half-truths
Sign of the times etched in blood
Reality blurred

Picking up the clues
Omen of a time gone by
Skies high in bosom

She survived inquests
Her mind a token of light
A flag flying high

Reading of the poem:
Strings of a Bard (acoustic) - Estas Tonne (2021)
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words question and sign or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/08/23/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-372-question-and-sign/