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 |  Tides. Our lives, our world....can we catch it in a few poetic lines? |
| [Introduction] Life, love, politics, death, war, Spring, snow, a piece of apple-pie, a flat tire, the ears of a rabbit above the grass...so many experiences, so many thoughts and feelings. Futile or magnificent, but always worthwhile to try and mold them into a few poetic lines. Feel free, make it short or long, free verse (and: free verse or prose, who can tell the difference  ) or with rhyme and meter, anything will do to tell about your world, our world.Be inspired by a previous addition or contribute something completely different, what ever, your thoughts and words are eagerly as well as curiously awaited... |
As she orbited she glanced around her and saw the Earth rotating - an unchanging pattern of change |
Come with me A rush of wind sweeps pass her as she gazed up at the open sky - a night bird called out to her lift your wings, come with me I'll teach you how to fly |
As she and the night bird flew along, the full moon rose higher in the sky. Among the notes of the wind's song, one could hear her melody of sighs. |
And that moon turned my night into an eerie day-- Standing there, watching them, watching it. I ached with such longing, such empty sorrow For something I knew I’d lost but knew not where. This night light holds shadows and I walk among them, The tip of my scarf trailing on the dew While I try and remember…to find what was forgotten. Rising and sinking, the moon passes me by. |
"The sun loves you," my mother said. "Look at the mark he's given." Spreading aloe like tears Over skin loved too deeply. |
Sea Landing I never liked blue Except in the sky And until I blended a drop of red I questioned my colors Because of their blindness And thought I’d lose balance … fall… Instead, I opened Yet another window, yet another And I took off (so surprised to see I could fly) I visited, you see? Ice cold Neptune Hottest Venus It seemed like an endless ride Riding the tide Of real feelings More real than ever - ultimate My propulsion subsystem The simple pleasure Cascading Fuelled My spacecraft led me To a discovery Home Was a place inside I knew it all the way -But what we know We can hide Like a sin - Until I touched down And saw the land of security Felt it inside Where it should be. A perfect sea landing No more anguish On the shore. |
Green crystal lip pitches comfort, blue-green womb surrounds with roaring peace Slower, deeper the blue womb seizes Sweet terror fills my soul, too late, too deep Swallowed by salt, pummeled from wet to dry Smile in the world |
what purpose What beauty I read here so tender so sweet and the way to a place where others will meet not the emptiness nor longing of memories passed - but the love that we kindle here forever will last What purpose our being has on the land - but to love one another and give each one our hand As we stroll to the ocean and wait for the tide – feeling the cleansing as we walk side by side Never a moment left all alone for the love that we spread will surely come home |
But we place restrictions on our love what is acceptable to show and what should be given to only one I wonder if nature intended it that way or are we humans thwarting ourselves |
I float upon the waves, bobbing and bouncing; One shining point among millions of others. Yet, I’m only a reflection of some other light, Known the instant a cloud passes by. I prefer to shine, to reflect such brightness, moving in mass with joyous abandon. But even the clouds are not their own. Without them, I could not reflect such light. I would dry to dust--- One grain among millions of others, A slow death for lack of water. |
Floating on her back carried smoothly to and fro the shore, dozing off. How could she forget the suddenness of storms Engulfing waves of harsh words The sea never the same |
She comes to me, teasing, Rubbing my belly, Shaping me in her image, Pushing herself into my arms, And leaving. Always leaving. She brings me life, Lays it upon my chest And I do what I can, But so much of it dies Without her. As I would die. Our children, swimming along my belly, tickling at my ribs. But some I can embrace And send back to her. It all goes back to her. I wish I could see them all, As she sees the ones at my head, Spraying her kisses over me Raining love upon them. Raining her love upon me. |
| Warm Places I’ve been to And I’ll always find No matter what Chocolate and cinnamon Warmth in my belly And a smile That caresses my singing lips Smoother than the velvet dream That pushes me forward That accompanies me and whistles To the tune that signs my name And you don’t know why And I don’t know why And I don’t see how But I see – feel That I’m happy again I see warm faces that welcome me and yes, I am happy again. |
Sweat beads on broken brow Life leads to wild brooks Brow beaten by softer skin psych eaten, hiding in dark nooks Sand sticks in hidden places Charlatan’s tricks lead broken man Brow strengthened by softer skin Time lengthened by sweet courtesan Salt ground in hidden wounds Life found in moisture cool Brow softened by soft skin Man too often seen the fool Brow stronger by softer skin Man no longer wallows in his sin |
sand sticks ripped fragile from wear showing seams grown thread bare another door hangs from rusty hinges left unattended by by love that has ended the scent of the skin from the lovers within sweat from the heat repels from the wind another chapter lost and forgotten no one to blame life remains the same torn by the waves |
| melted by the fire the fire within the fire that consumes all thought, all feeling all sense of self 'til nothing is left but an indiscriminate blob of nothing. That's when he arrives, slowly sculpting the cooling blob and renewing my form |
| cnoto It seems I’ve found my voice of late; My brain, dotted with specks to sate The god of unpredictability, Has decided on quiet---temporarily. And so, feverously and with purpose, I write; Page after page, black upon white, My words and thoughts flow in sweet clarity. I enjoy these long, lucid times, When confidence remembers and climbs Upward---for a month, or two, or three. I’ll take what I can get sporadically. For the moment, I’ll pour out my heart In pleasing balm, or scathing rants, sharp and tart, Until MS, once more, tears at my serenity. I’m learning to live in moments clear: Sweet segments of life between the surreal. |
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