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Symbol of demise

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Symbol of demise
8 September 2021

Ire burnt in hearts
while the Scots paved a free road
Return to glory

The lights flashed on her
Like a mural painted white 
she emerged from night

The wizards combined
potions for resurrection
counting dead eyes’ beat

Midnight’s toll rang still
heavy doors creaked sullenly
lanterns hissed their glare

Glint in pupils lost
bedtime struck at eventide
dark everlasting

November skies bled
a flag flying at half mast
symbol of demise

Reading of the poem:

ILLENIUM - Nightlight (Official Music Video)

Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge using the words “line”, “toe” or their synonyms. More on the rules and other poets’ contribution here  Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 374 LIGHTS and Night. | ronovanwrites

Into a New Age

October 29, 2017October 29, 2017 Geetha B Dance, Dreamtime, Heart, Heartpath, Light, Lighthouse, Mind, Poetry, Shadorma, Time, Uncategorized, Winds Bubbles, Dance, Fairy, Flower, Frame, Heart, Heartpath, Intentions, Midnight, Petal, poetry, Rubble, Shadorma, time, Timeloop, winds, Witch

Into a New Age

29 October 2017

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Fairy dance

Nibbles at my feet

At Midnight

Witching hour

Time opens up the flower

Petal at a Time

I blow rhyme

She blows the bubbles

They reach me

In music

Overcoming the rubble

Of a life crumbling

Frame tumbling

Hastiness reflects

Intentions

Set so deep

Inside Heart promises keep

What the mind rejects

Send me note

Summon me a flute

We will play

While they shoot

Shadows on the wall the same

Intention in game

Hurried steps

Down winding staircase

That the winds

Whistle through

Patterns projected untrue

The light sometimes lies

Hear my sighs

I bleed contr’alto

Bridges lift

Heart’s gusto

Takes frozen frame in tempo

Into a New Age

Reading of the poem:

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The Mercy of the World – Quinn

I will believe – Quinn

Things once held dear – Quinn

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

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

July 28, 2016 Geetha B Alexandrin, Dewdrops, Morrows, Poetry, Rain, Ravens, Shakespearean sonnet, Sonnet, Sun, Uncategorized Alexandrin, Avenues, Bloodbath, Caves, Dews, Doorways, Footsteps, Greed, Heart, Heartpath, Midnight, mind, Morrows, poetry, Preps, Rain, Rainshine, Ravenous, Ravens, Shakespearian Sonnet, Sonnet, Subways, Sun, Troubled, Veins, Wall, Will

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

28 July 2016

Meet me at stark midnight when the ravens are high

The tides walk my footsteps on a ravenous ledge

Where the dark meets the light on neither ground nor sky

Where the talk slips from preps gone to school of the edge

The clueless will flounder their thin minds a sheer fall

In brinks of no longer within a troubled sleep

Thickets a dire pounder no deep grasp to recall

Their greed getting stronger as the walls set so steep

Relinquish the doorways what goes in will come out

The will is in heartpath not within steely mind

The caves flourish subways from bare digging we flout

Brittle veins in bloodbath as hearts open they grind

Show me the avenues that carry your heart’s mine

I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine

Reading of the poem:

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Change – Poets of the Fall

No End no Beginning – Poets of the Fall

Dawn – Poets of the Fall

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Lx3dA-vpTQ

Like a ghost in decay

April 14, 2016 Geetha B Italian Sonnet, Poetry, Sonnet, Soul, Uncategorized Bunce, Cinderella, Garland, Ghost, Horizon, Italian Sonnet, Midnight, Moon, Orphan, poetry, Season, Snow, Sonnet, Souls, Suns, Trees, Voices, Widow

Like a ghost in decay

14 April 2016

Look upon horizon see the trees that will grow

Through the empty playgrounds where the voices holler

They fabricate reason for a token to show

Cinderella makes rounds for midnights to colour

The king tries for treason as the daffodils slow

Fading garland surrounds the beard like a trawler

Flowers out of season smother traces of snow

Flickering net makes grounds for souls to grow taller

You called upon me once like a ghost in decay

The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow

Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway

For beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow

I offered you sun’s bunce web of golden threads’ play

You resumed aging game sliced orphan and widow

Reading of the poem:

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Xibalba – Clint Mansell

Not at Home – Clint Mansell

Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swAicg0GjNg

Naked tale foretold

April 7, 2016April 8, 2016 Geetha B Poetry, Shadorma, Uncategorized Amnesia, Blood, Crow, Flood, Heart, Heartbeats, Intent, Light, Midnight, Pearl, poetry, Ravens, Red, Rivers, Shadorma, Whirlpools, Woe

Naked tale foretold

7 April 2016

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Spoken thoughts

Saturating words

They misspell

Past intent

Agony souls underwent

Disdain bleak feature

Dark creature

Lies a solemn vow

Middle Earth

Its fiefdom

Shades of the greying kingdom

City of tales bent

The heart spent

In rivers of woe

Unwinds slow

The whirlpools

Amnesia its daily tools

As heartbeats quiver

Plains awash

With red of the blood

The eyes flood

Loss of life

Expunged in the shining pearl

The drops wild scatter

We will meet

When the ravens crow

Through midnight

Past the light

When early rays summon eyes

To twinkling mornings

Your shimmer

Rivalling with gold

Standing bold

Shuddering

On the brink of vanity

Naked tale foretold

Reading of the poem:

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Last chance – The Black Heart procession

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyOBS0Xzj4I

I crossed the river

December 10, 2015December 10, 2015 Geetha B Agony, Clock, Clockwork, Gravity, Leap, Meadows, Memories, Midnight, Night, Nightingale, Numbers, Oceans, Poetry, River, Senryu, Skies, Uncategorized, Valleys, Whispers Agony, Ashen, Cliff, Gravity, Leap, Meadows, Memories, Midnight, Mocking bird, night, Nightingale, Oceans, poetry, River, Senryu, Skies, Valleys, Whispers

I crossed the river

10 December 2015

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Breathless and aching

Every fibre agony

Sanctuary’s walk

Mismatched memories

Winding pathways and meadows

Dollhouses and trains

Tremors in whispers

A cold call to wrong numbers

Dialling the waves

Oceans hung on cliffs

Between skies and the valleys

Cheating gravity

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Mathematical

Clockwork ticking core numbers

Precision like sword

Caterpillar crawled

On leaf flying to nowhere

Reddened veins that flared

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Tick tock said the clock

Nightingales like mocking birds

Sang shrill the needles

A leap through thin air

Ashen leaf fell to the ground

The night carried me

Hushed party zone cries

In midnight’s celebration

Of butterflies’ wings

I crossed the river

Wound up in dark blue shadows

Other side of Time

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The Dark Side of Time – Eric Serra

The Lisping set Flames

November 7, 2015November 7, 2015 Geetha B Blue, Core, Day, Eyelids, Face, Fire, Flames, Four, Haiku, Icicles, Infinity, Midnight, Morrow, Poetry, Red, Seven, Shard, Soul, Spirit, Trap, Travels, Twelve, Water Blue, Brethren, Cleanses, Clock, Core, Count, Days, Eyelids, Faced, Fires, Flames, Flew, Four, Haiku, Icicles, Infinity, Lisping, Midnight, More, Morrows, poetry, Red, Roam, Rotating, Seven, shards, Shifted, soul, Spirits, Struck, Tips, Tireless, Trap, Travels, Twelve, Waters, Weary

The Lisping set flames

7 November 2015

Weary is the soul

That tireless travels between

Fires and Waters

Icicles will form

On the tips of my eyelids

For brethren washed out

The fire cleanses

Shards that shifted in morrows

Between Blue and Red

The clock stuck in twelve

Struck more than the midnight count

When spirits would roam

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I floated in air

Circles bound me to nowhere

As the river flowed

Rotating in trap

The core shifted towards more

The Lisping set flames

Seven spelled the days

Four and four faced the seven

Infinity flew

Rumi Poem, Iranian Music and Divine Dance

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