The road to a brighter future

The road to a brighter future
26 December 2024
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The Grey reached into our mindscapes
revealing what lay under drapes
a reality one escapes
a minefield of degradation

They would treat us just like cattle
wayward tribe to push and rattle
our daily life turned a battle
to be, not survive, endless chore

Fortitude became my treasure
I gathered with utmost pleasure
more of heart than I could measure
its essence made me more aware

I ventured into dark alleys
brought the people into rallies
watched them go aboard the galleys
there seemed to be no end to it

A journey back into time past
brought me solace I hoped would last
though shadows on my soul it cast
some sensation from it lingered

This was a victory to take
a comfort for our race to make
a way to lift the burning ache
the road to a brighter future


Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi poetry challenge using the word “treasure” as inspiration. For the rules and more poems, follow this link https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/12/25/ovi-poetry-challenge-80-treasure-is-your-inspiration/

Reading of the poem:
Dhafer Youssef - Blending Souls & Shades

Peach in him

Peach in him

5 December 2019

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Wasted time
A circus that wound
Colours blind
To the Grey
A path leads under waters
Thundering in skies

Hark to tell
What ears comprehend
Through the well
Of light streams
Stories uninterrupted
In the mind that flies

The lips spell
Tonalities fused
Peach in him
Orange hue
Cobblers mend uneven shoe
One a pair of none

 

Memories – Maroon 5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlPhMPnQ58k

Winter lights

Winter lights

9 December 2018

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When ghosts of yesterday

Play in the winter lights

Strewn across pavements

And the tired ferry

Bleeds across the winter skies

The winter fog clogs everything

Memories and hopes alike

Vanishing in thin air

Rising with the fog

Disappearing in the grey skies

A wisp of air in between two clouds

 

There is a patch of blue

Playing within my mind’s eye

Irresolute and hazy

 

There is a patch of blue

Playing within the clouds

Waiting to grow

 

Those seeds of blue

Washed from within the grey

With tokens of my Trust

Hang from within

Recesses of my mind

Where Hope and light meet

In a corner that was dark

That is now fed bright

By what lies within

Winter lights

 

Reading of the poem:

Hands be still – Olafur Arnalds

 

Shedding leaves

Shedding leaves

25-26 August 2018

 

She walked through the swarming streets heading towards the beachfront. She smiled at the woman who crossed her path and touched her outstretched hands that were offering her a garland of jasmine woven with small roses. She took the garland and put it around her neck as her hair was too short to weave it in there. She paid the woman, smiled and moved on as the woman waved at her smilingly.

 

The sun was high in the sky but the sea remained grey as usual. She had wondered when she had first arrived at the seaside why the sea was always grey but had got used to it. It seemed like it had to blend with the darker colour of the rocks on the seaside. She thought back to the beautiful sparkling beaches in North Africa and wondered whether it was the pollution here that made the sea turn grey close to the coast.

 

She sat on a rock overlooking the beach and stared at the sea. The waves were making a gentle lulling sound interrupted from time to time by the shrieks of children jumping into the water. It was a joyous sight but somehow she could not help her heart feeling heavy. She could not get over the feeling that something had completely stirred out of control in her destiny, changing her future, and that it was not by chance. Barely a year and a half had gone by but it seemed like it was light years away.

 

Back home to keep the memories of those moments of the future she had glimpsed she had resorted to collecting falling leaves in which she mentally inscribed glimpses of that future. Over time, the future she had seen seemed to be slowly fading into oblivion and she would then take out the leaves to remember. Each leaf reminded her vividly of a place in time where she had been in thought and where she had lived an incredible adventure filled with love and happiness.

 

Her right hand felt for the small basket that was tucked inside her handbag. It was still there and she sighed a sigh of relief. She wondered how it could be so small and hold so much at the same time. She got up from the rock and resumed her walk but towards the canal this time. It was one of the rare places in the city where stagnant water was not necessarily a synonym of stench and rot. At some points it even looked beautiful with profuse vegetation and a small bridge-like construction.

 

The water was a sombre green. She walked to the bridge, looked over the edge of it and slowly emptied the small basket. The leaves fell into the water and swirled away with the current caused by the wind. She watched until they were out of sight and felt as though her heart were leaving with those swirling leaves. Yet she knew that she could not hold on to the leaves as a totem anymore. They had to disappear for what they represented to reappear.

 

Those moments of the lost future she had lived had to be reintegrated within her. They belonged to her and had to be a part of her again, not relegated to the role of externalised memories. Her heart warmed slowly with the returning memories that filled her being with love. It was as if the release of the leaves had opened a dam within her. The images cascaded in her mind like a whirlpool of sunny water as they filled her neurons. Tears of joy streamed down her face and wiping them she lifted her head and smiled up at the skies. It did not matter anymore that it had been steered away for it existed out there. It was forever hers.

 

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Winter Aid – The Wisp Sings

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zIBvJXgsKY

Weigh me scales

Weigh me scales

20 March 2018

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Breath that clogs

Pores choking in dust

Seekers run

Flowers sink

Mind shunning all that is pink

Sinking into grey

 

Wanderlust

Opening music

Nimble hands

Fear disbands

Thoughts of everlasting love

Heart swelters above

 

Seal me scar

Watch me from afar

Weigh me scales

Fly me whales

Birthing anew chest inhales

Fallen shooting star

 

Reading of the poem: 

Chanson pour le petit moineau – Abel Korzeniowski

Evgeni’s Waltz (W.E) – Abel Korzeniowski

Song of Time – Abel Korzeniowski

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8L4CP9QD1oU

It rained in my Heart

It rained in my Heart

15 March 2018

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Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Desert skies looming

Grey landscapes of dust and toil

Sun’s pallor lasted

 

Butterflies hung low

Paper birds flirted with winds

Sands wasted on skin

 

Trees shriveled in sight

Limp grass a patchwork of gloom

Green a memory

 

Stillness at peak point

Air absent in atmosphere

Windmills in the mind

 

Whisper from lost Home

Scent of jasmine in the air

Ray pierced into Grey

 

Skies broke into blue

Keen thoughts stirred within my soul

It rained in my Heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Six Hours – Abel Korzeniowski

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZE12e0dhp8

In rolls of thunder

In rolls of thunder

2 March 2018

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From dim skies

Grey landscapes emerge

Purge of white

Faltering

The dark clouds in the skies surge

Backdrop upheaval

 

Flying kites

Shaking in the skies

Black ribbons

Unwinding

Pitter patter reminding

Of mice alike men

 

Lightning strikes

Hearts flutter a while

Blood curdles

Ravens swarm

Above plains drenched hereunder

In rolls of thunder

 

Reading of the poem:

Thunder Spirit (Native american music)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuoepiDaE5c

Arrival

Arrival

4 June 2017

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Courtesy Werner Hornung with gif by George Redhawk

Revival

Embedded white code

To explode

As they rode

In sunset of the bloodlines

Reeking through the vines

 

Survival

Banished from abode

Sunny road

Where they goad

The heart in field of the mines

On grey matter dines

 

Arrival

Power of anode

Heavy load

To erode

The limitless shakes confines

Following the signs

 

Reading of the poem: 

George Redhawk arrival
Courtesy Werner Hornung with gif by George Redhawk

Death in June – The Enemy Within

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs-X7t9r7tU

Building Grey

Building Grey

5 May 2017

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Humans stray

Locked into the Frey

Building Grey

Brothers slay

The blood that all ills will weigh

Dissolving the way

 

Reading of the poem: 

The Storm – As Seas Exhale

 

Flying with the kites

Flying with the kites

18 March 2017

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They tilted

Valentine tainted

Grey pitched sights

Smear painted

Merry and lone acquainted

With fruits of untruth

 

Give up knights

Whispered nightingale

Flying whale

Uploaded

Celebrating wedding rites

Looking up the sites

 

I kissed you

When the moon felt true

Summertime

Waved along

Hearts a hammered path of blue

Flying with the kites

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Cheers Darling – Damien Rice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzKFEx-wsJo