Building tomorrows’ smiles
25 May 2017
Breathing Life
Into lungs that singe
With dust rife
Blowing winds
Across the tides that ripple
With the waves of change
Weep the tears
Of togetherness
We confess
In duress
To moments of lone weakness
When target seems stalled
Mirror walled
The strength I muster
Breaking free
Shards recalled
Building tomorrows’ smiles
In the bees cluster
Reading of the poem:
Unity – Shinedown
Small satisfactions
29 February 2016
Whispering
They invoke heartbeats
Laughter shines
Between sighs
Their hands draw the lows and highs
Each other’s confines
We are them
A glorious emblem
Of waking
In the love
Mantle of joy from above
Gracing our shoulders
Our smiles light
Lips exhaling slow
Broken days
Breath of nights
From times our jaws were set tight
Like life rope walker
Walls shudder
From growing fusion
Of bodies
You or me
The borders I cannot see
You end I begin
Then I end
Within your debut
Hushed fiat lux
When you grow
Fairy wings that I now sow
With my dying breath
Downtrodden
Small satisfactions
Console me
Like fingers
Brushing soft across my face
Wings of Angel’s grace
Reading of the poem:
Little things – Lotte Kestner
Wait for me – Lotte Kestner
Halo – Lotte Kestner
Set against moonfall
30 December 2015
The fleeting travels
Of bees, birds and of fireflies
Across winter skies
The breath of Thunder
Bolting through the cloudy shroud
A blanket of stars
Bright the eerie nights
As shadows slink into lights
Waning mysteries
Dissolve the cobwebs
Spiders’ work will blow no more
Chilly winds of Toth
Slaves of yesterday
Rise to seasonal high tides
Spring will set them free
The smiles of morrows
Etched in infinity’s bluebells
Between bow and tie
Days will cut fabrics
Nights will stitch together hems
Of blackbirds new flags
Weeping in past tense
Hearts dawn to new reckonings
Upon sunlit paths
The sun will set blaze
A cross tidal waves that climb
Within Heart’s waters
Christen the daughters
Ivy, Jasmine, Mistletoe
The winding creepers
Shutters braced open
With all of Heart’s bright vessels
Golden beginnings
Of Gold the linings
Stained red with tinmen’s droplets
Vessels of Copper
Of thirteenth the month
A backdrop of new life’s roots
Set against moonfall
As Night turns to Day – Arcana
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