Roads to pave
15 February 2018
Molten fire
Waking the desire
Pelting rain
Wash the pain
The bloodlit paths on the plain
Dark to discover
Uncover
Dodging the bullets
Riddled booth
Cracked tooth
Fairies older than the truth
Fate is a lover
We hover
Between instances
Tidal wave
Roads to pave
We will put to rest the knave
None can seek cover
Reading of the poem:
Remember to Breathe – Byron Metcalf
True Ground – Byron Metcalf
Fire Passage A Warning from the Elders – Byron Metcalf
Darkness overcome
17 May 2017
Fires roast
Chest nut on a fork
Babies fly
Borne by stork
Kingdoms whirl and fairies lie
In the dark of woods
Three pigs squeal
The wolf an outpost
Chimes reveal
Senseless act
Dogs of hell brought to the heel
Silence in the ghost
Five seek five
In shining beehive
Gold in pound
Strikes the ground
Dissolving what mattered most
Currents see to strive
Souls that dread
Gloomy Hearts of lead
Wings that spread
In love fed
Morning dewdrops winding fled
In the air ahead
Frame alit
Spirals through the slit
Paths that split
Candlelit
Raging towards road sunlit
Twining orbs that flit
Minds that sum
Good bad and the glum
Fingers drum
Lips that hum
Tuning mellow days to come
Darkness overcome
Reading of the poem:
Embrace, release – Bvdub
Everything Between You and Me – Bvdub
A History of Distance – Bvdub
Ghosts of What we Once were – Bvdub
As we remember a Life of Love – Bvdub
I Break All Around You – Bvdub
Undulating frames
14 November 2016
Lion’s Den
Land of the Dragon
Griffin wakes
In my mind
His tales my seconds rewind
The first wave pulsing
Chicken hen
The countdown pursues
Grown numbers
Burnt timbers
Fire raging match to torch
Sweeping through bosom
One to Ten
Waves overtaking
Smooth quiver
Cold shiver
Our bodies traces river
The sheets like spent tides
Taking sides
Obliqueness a must
Swords to rust
In waters
Of bodies liquid oceans
Dilution the fate
Mellow thrust
Remnants of the shore
Where the land
Calls for more
Liquids creating quicksand
Feverish demand
Dripping sweet
My fingers honey
Queen of bees
Mind to tease
Extrusion to intrusion
Undulating frames
Reading of the poem:
Seduction – David Arkenstone
Candlesticks
3 August 2016
Alternate
Reality hums
It welcomes
This darkness
A gathering in prowess
Powers of shadow
We speak word
Of wavering flames
Time’s duress
Cloaked in steel
Edge grazing knees as I kneel
In sunken prayer
Heart slayer
Crouching dragon steams
Birth of Fire
In my veins
Blazing shards of them remains
As embers retreat
Time’s defeat
The waters will surge
Days to purge
Beings made
For the changeling lies the spade
Fire and water
Fourth daughter
Bringer of the realms
In dark ink
Nothingness
The growing heat to harness
Explosions of me
Flying free
In purple clad skies
Candlesticks
Light the way
Renew temples where we pray
The newborn sunlights
Reading of the poem:
Labyrinth of Dreams – Nox Arcana
In Memoriam – Arcana
Un passage silencieux – Arcana
Inner Pale Sun – Arcana
Spelling morse
18 June 2016
Words unsaid
Piling up like coals
Fueling
Inner fire
Consumption consequence dire
Straight repercussions
Melodies
Fine tailored dresses
To robe hearts
Like sleek glove
Flicker to ignite the love
Smoldering ashes
The wind blows
On inner remains
All that’s left
Are the stains
Of memories of what was
Of what could have been
Letting go
A process of jumps
Athletic
High low games
Sinking soaring that one tames
Walking middle way
The light talks
Through spotless center
Bear with me
As I read
Through its intricate wonder
I sense its pulses
Flickering
Under my eyelids
Space alive
With photons
Retina catching signals
Spelling words in morse
Reading of the poem:
All you never say – Birdy
Shelter – Birdy
Let it all go – Birdy and Rhodes
Scattered breath
12 February 2016
Does it speak
Of broken morrows
The stilled mind
Chilling Heart
Polar experiences
Lurking in the dark
I gather
Twigs and worn pages
All fire warmth
Chimneys smoke
Fading thoughts that I invoke
A life pressed in blue
I blow hard
Rekindling ashes
Under the grey
Red simmers
Volcanic eruptions bleed
What once could have been
There is dust
On my fingertips
Raging winds
That mouth quips
Lift but the blinding spent sands
Leaving million more
I shake snow
In glass of seconds
White my slate
Empty store
There is nothing in slain grains
No yeast to raise bread
Dancing queen
Shimmers with the shake
As I rake
Garden leaves
With lost stories my chest heaves
Untold for undead
Scattered breath
Gathers me within
Chest heaving
Soul cleaving
Remnants of threads strewn across
Rosary and cross
Reading of the poem:
Song to the Moon – Antonín Dvořák
Dvorak – Humoresque
Dvorak – Romance for piano and violin, Op.11
Dvorak – Sinfonia dal Nuovo mondo – Allegro con fuoco
Dvorak: String Quartet No. 12 in F major, “American” – II. Lento
Antonín Dvořák – New World Symphony Op. 95 – Largo
Hidden treasures – Antonín Dvořák – Serenade for strings in E major (1876) – II. Tempo di valse
Conflagration of Senses
9-10 February 2016
The wild at hearts flare
Like masterpiece of summer
Scorching the dried woods
The wildfire a blaze
Best pick of the century
A view nonpareil
Trophy of brightness
Uninterrupted by rocks
Moss shriveled by sun
Flaming pearl jewel
They attempted taming it
Flushing flash of fire
Like stone ornament
Of precious roots uncovered
Sparkler’s crystal light
No glass contained it
Conflagration of Senses
The infinite heat
Reading of the poem:
Written for Ronovan writes Haiku challenge. Ping back and rules here
Yeh Mera Deewana Pan hai – Susheela Raman
Mahima – Susheela Raman
Under the baobab tree
12 January 2016
They loved each other dearly and met under the baobab tree, just a few meters away from marshes that ended the land belonging to his family. She was dark, he was white. She was a native and he had all the rights. They did not belong together, this they knew was their social plight. Their hearts spoke a different law though. It was under the bough rich of leaves and sunshine that they carved their love in stolen letters. It was under the moon silent and blue that they met at the feet of the baobab tree.
One day his mother saw him sneak out. She figured what that was all about and soon there would be no rendez-vous. She gave him and other members of the family a piece of mind or two. Bewitched he must be, was their conclusion. She surely used sorcery some powerful infusion for she was black and small while he was tall, strong and white and their love, really, was not quite right. The county decided it was time this should stop and never again another lad to quit crop.
They say she screamed and begged for her life but they knew better. Her mouth sewn the cries shut would let them go about their holy task unfettered. She burnt brightly and though her flesh cringed and peeled not a tear nor a sigh eye and mouth revealed. When he heard he hastened broke all chains threw himself on the pyre embracing her remains. They tugged and tugged at his free arm but his body remained locked to hers by a charm. He died arm extended head flung to the skies and it was then that she released those cavernous sighs. Fire caught the baobab tree that hung near and ashes breathed into the night once the fire had cleared.
Years later at that very spot a curious couple of baobab trees grew tight as in a pot. When you look closely you can still see the stitches on her mouth and his arm extended his head flung back to shout. The blue skies shine bright and nourish them with light for now they are together and will remain so forever. On moonlit nights, you can hear her sighs plaintive and low like a baby’s cries.
Written for Friday Fiction with Ronovan writes prompt challenge. Rules and prompt here
Reading of the short story:
Wind of Change – Scorpions
More than words – Extreme
Play upon the Heart that all will believe
7 January 2016
Playful ghosts of you I keep them at bay
For I skimmed the Earth drank it full never
That no thoughts untrue my still mind may sway
On moss-ridden Hearth joist fool and clever
Competition rules the minds a dark fort
Yet this kiss so wane, pray concede me now
We will dance with fools bid their ships to port
Through the toil and pain that beaded the brow
I wiped away tire that kneaded me much
While the lakes and swans would gracefully flow
In death of a fire that needed much touch
Silent lip that warns disheartened and low
Play upon the Heart that all will believe
No mirth in the part a twin I will grieve
Serenade – Schubert
Lacrimosa – Mozart
Trinity within my Blues
30 December 2015
Fireworks game of stars
Coloured skies vivid flashes
Cool winter’s heating
Instill me silence
From the depths of Mother’s womb
Amnesia’s flowers
A pile of memories
Waiting to catch moonlight’s fire
Insidious rainbows
Red, green, blue, closed hue
Punctuation keeps me sane
Kaleidoscope’s lane
I walk through dreamtime
Cast are the chains of my past
In shadowless groves
Hollow eyes perceive
The shades in between the lights
Darkness plays in squares
Tight-lipped goddesses
Bathing in sun-kissed waters
Emancipation
The old man bled seas
The whales and the mobs freed him
Flags burnt in red skies
You and I kissed sweet
The parting of forever
Between lips and teeth
Sealed in a heartbeat
Promises of stones and cuffs
Slinking pets’ cages
My mind a forest
Tall trees, shrubs, waterfalls crept
Stillness their white tomb
A story breathed hard
A death like many others
Penance for waking
Ten thousand spilled forth
Gushing from open gash fled
Tails and tales for Heads
I gathered hinges
Old creaking doors I mended
Parts solace of whole
In between keyholes
Rays of light played with the sun
Games of promises
Three more from thirteen
Trinity within my blues
Jazzy end to days
Morpheus – Sonne Hagal
Silence – Sonne Hagal
The Shapes of Things to Come – Sonne Hagal
Black Spring – Sonne Hagal
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