Deep into mountain
15 June 2020
The ground heaved to sounds
Spluttering of flames within
The core of the earth
The mind harkened to whispers
That spelt cruelty of men
Eruption threatened
Smoke blew from underbelly
Projections in air
Taut silence blazed in bosom
Rage of many fires swelled
The lava gushed forth
Its path a river winding
Deep into mountain
Anger in the mind spilled forth
Erasing taunts of humans
Reading of the poem:
Hypnotic eyes – Shinnobu
Opposites melding
14 June 2020
Humming sounds
they speak of vessels
Thinning air
Lights alit
The will of mind to submit
to the loving waves
The outreach
The hand of the One
It relays
the blessing
The only thing now missing
reconciling odds
Princely speech
A new beginning
Bridges reach
beyond sight
Dark corners receive the light
Opposites melding
Reading of the poem:
Sunset – Abel Korzeniowski
Centuries of gifts
13 June 2020
Walk with me
in meadows of green
I am witch
of the land
The time is but creeping sand
passing through fingers
Death lingers
on the land’s outskirts
Body hurts
as it breeds
swallows fears that it yet feeds
Dichotomy’s stance
The shining
Magic awoken
from my heart
to my hands
They give and don’t make demands
Centuries of gifts
Reading of the poem:
Antaeus – Kyrie
Femininity
12 June 2020
The reproach
It peels off desire
Rekindle
The lost fire
Words stroking and stoking slow
Embers under ash
Head held up
The pride an anthem
Snakes galore
Friends seldom
We pick stealthily our wars
Resolute choices
Bosom soaked
In spirit of brave
Women fly
Their flags high
I am every woman cloaked
Femininity
Reading of the poem:
The Temptation – Zero Project
You are my bright star
11 June 2020
The descent
In love’s psalmody
Binding heart
Rule of thumb
Thoughts about when we were numb
Hearts bitter and tight
Reckoning
Of imprint of soul
Unknown call
Of the tribe
The flutters of heart describe
Effect of the fall
Wave of dreams
You are my bright star
Suspended
In the skies
You are reason my heart flies
To polar extremes
Reading of the poem:
Miles Davis – Smoke gets in your eyes
A heron looked on
8 June 2020
The pond was icy
Surface a thin pane of glass
Like mirror it cracked
The gap extended
Glistening scales gleamed within
Their presence promise
A heron looked on
Slowly the surface did break
The fish would come through
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge using the words Break and Glass. Words and rules consultable here
Stive Morgan – Magic Travel
When bosom is spent
7 June 2020
Wild flowers
Slender fingertips
Atonement
Peering through
The face like a daisy’s gait
Nimble and humble
Meadows strewn
Pathways scintillate
Meanings sink
Into heart
The soul a wolf singing low
Songs of never more
Breathe me in
I am canticles
Chiming through
Desert rain
I am remainder of pain
When bosom is spent
Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan – Ice And Fire
When the light dies out
7 June 2020
Light is love
Darkness breeds the hate
We translate
Emotions
Anger is a reckoning
Of the love waning
Northern star
Life is within you
Embracing
Nothingness
I feel it your soft caress
Piercing through the veil
Hold me close
Within your bosom
Love to flout
All about
The darkness tends to blossom
When the light dies out
Reading of the poem:
Quinn – I will believe
The Devil’s Wife 5 : The way of the Flesh
6 June 2020
Her laughter suddenly stopped as he made his way towards her. She felt a rise in the intensity of his gaze towards her. She could see his body shimmering in the sun although it was no longer visible when he was elsewhere in the room. It was a beautiful sight indeed, like a river of diamonds sparkling under the sun. He slowly picked her up from the chair where she was seated and lifted her, making his way towards the bed. She wondered what it would be like to have a physical relationship with him as until now they had only kissed.
He lay her on the bed and left her there her heart fluttering wondering where he was as he was out of the sun again and she no longer saw his shape. She felt him again as the bed was weighed down by his form as he stretched himself on it next to her. She felt him lean towards her and then felt his lips on hers as he kissed her slowly and deliberately. She was glad she was stretched on the bed as she felt herself going weak as he kissed her. He undressed her very slowly and she felt him study her body as he did so. It was as if her whole body was on flames as he kissed and touched her everywhere and as they made love she felt as if her whole being was consumed by him.
Later on as she lay beside him with her arms around him she felt that it was the happiest moment of her life with this contentment filling her up and warming her from the inside. She had never even in her wildest dreams imagined that she would be making love with an invisible being let alone the Devil himself. It was an exhilarating experience beyond her wildest dreams. She hoped that he too had experienced the same elation and she was eager to speak to him and get his impressions.
She wondered how it could possibly take place this way between them while he was not made of flesh. Yet the lovemaking was something that went beyond any pleasure she had ever had with men in a human form. He seemed to sense her mood and embraced her again making the flames soar higher within her. She thought to herself that this was not just the way of the Flesh. This was something more, the melding of two souls and two diverse forms of life. This was pure rapture.
Jesse Cook Rapture
Recreating Life
4 June 2020
The anger welled up
Within the bosom that flared
Like forest aflame
It bore no logic
Curving through the mind’s landscapes
It shattered all sense
Easing through the flames
My worded intention spun
Recreating Life
Written in the context Ronovan writes Weekly Haiku Prompt using the words Anger and Logic. See here for rules and words to use.
Reading of the poem:
Shinnobu – Only by Love
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