The Snow falls
15 July 2016
Whisper not
The walls can eavesdrop
Say it plain
It is vain
To keep or not to keep hushed
What plays in the Light
Pick the fight
Wisely the sage talks
Lonely walks
In crossroads
The wizards stir bats and toads
The love only heart
The Snow falls
On our illusions
As hearts throb
The thieves rob
Our intent’s energy waves
Reaching out from caves
Reading of the poem:
Scarborough Fair – Nox Arcana
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:
Xibalba – Clint Mansell
Not at Home – Clint Mansell
Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell
Know thyself
20 February 2016
The dark smarts
Hooded shadows roam
Within night
Their feet slight
Their footsteps lost in silence
Of the blackened arts
The stories
Flowers in bouquet
Some radiant
Some wilted
Series of experiences
All set in the growth
Memories
Cast in blue windows
To the soul
There is trail
The heart wizens as I fail
To harken to both
Listening
To clicks of the safe
Haven found
Give the keys
Crawl indoors upon your knees
Eat me and grow tall
Watch me fall
With the winter’s sleigh
Downhill ride
Upon snow
Of white feathers plucked out slow
Breaking my bad bone
Clutch it hard
Wish upon my chest
Of treasures
I store none
I gave once my very best
Now I am pauper
In life’s game
There are knights and pawns
Some visit
Royal lawns
Others like window shopper
Roam empty handed
There is shame
In stolen limelight
Fake varnish
Withered ends
If you lie you make amends
To name you tarnish
Know thyself
Meeting at midnight
Clarity
Soul’s delight
In the twining horizons
Watch grow your own light
Reading of the poem:
Beautiful Boyz – CocoRosie
Lost girls – CocoRosie
We are on fire – CocoRosie
Fairy paradise – CocoRosie
Gallows – CocoRosie
Lemonade – CocoRosie
Like milk and honey
16 February 2016
We will meet quiet
Where snowdrops once pierced in birth
On snow powdered cliffs
Chalk white images
Dance in playgrounds of my mind
Glassy retina
Double leap of faith
Continuous pace of dream
Into ether’s cream
A dip into blue
Velvety home to my kind
Raised in buttermilk
Waters will wash off
Age-old fluid cleansing tool
The condensed sorrow
I wrap around you
In smooth effortless fusion
Like milk and honey
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovan writes Haiku Challenge. Ping back and rules here
Wish you were here – Bliss
Edvard Hagerup Grieg – Sissel Kyrkjebo – Solveig’s Song from “Peer Gynt”
Homeland – Sissel & Prince Igor
Fallen – Delerium & Rani
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
As the Ravens swarm
8 February 2016
Slow they show
The shimmering peaks
The love’s hope
Periscope
Looking out of the waters
Rimmed with icy blue
The cleansing
Gift of springtime’s sprouts
Dancing feet
Humming beat
Prancing around the lilies
Chasing across Time
It blinks fast
The glowing heartbeat
Building up
Winding stairs
Leading down into the wells
Where the blood simmers
Flatline’s trace
When all is balance
Without face
She calls loud
Her shadows like the moon’s hue
Silver and grey streaks
We renew
From depths of our selves
Holy chants
Bees’ water
Our birth into mystic skies
Which speak of fear’s loss
Of decaying skin
Cleaned so neat what feat!
This absence
In presence
I scrubbed harder than steel nails
This soul how she wails
The moon flies
Over dark rivers
Where men cry
As they die
Their souls steeped in nothingness
The void it calls so
In the skies
High above the trees
She glimmered
Slight traces
Aurora borealis
Shimmering portal
Pilgrimage
To darker silence
Where the waves
Ride the shades
Of snow falling onto stones
Altars of the old
We rehearse
Death and its shadows
Like bleak slaves
Submissive
Mortality donned like cloak
We once immortal
They bind us
With paper names’ codes
Like grey moths
To stark light
We go down without a fight
Our minds bound to false
Like dewdrops
The gleaming droplets
Of bloods call
Misery
A notion to overcome
As the Ravens swarm
Reading of the poem:
Solringen – Wardruna
Naudir – Wardruna
AnsuR – Wardruna
Fehu – Wardruna
Ingwar – Wardruna
A form of chaos
18 January 2016
The fresh spring breeze
Spreading upon snow clad paths
Ice and weeds patterns
The heart in love’s mode
Flowed into green beginnings
Where sprouts spoke of life
Crisp wind sang aloud
Of flowers’ variety
That splattered springs’ way
Colourful design
Nature a different painting
Divine the painter
The original
Duplicated in spirit
Replicas’ hot trend
Tone of flesh and bone
The technique impeccable
Natural and raw
Parrot composer
Recent method of live art
Dreamtime’s wane copy
Cloning every soul
Mimicking style and habit
Late winters’ witness
You and I unique
Freedom our approach in life
A form of chaos
Written in the context of RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge using the words Style & Fresh or their synonyms. Ping back and rules here
Heartstrings – Yuhki Kuramoto
Writing Neverland
30 December 2015
I will walk alone
Through moonlit pathways to stones
Where snow will bear fruit
Fruit will taste bitter
As honey and dewdrops wane
In winter’s chilled hearth
Frozen blueberries
Rasp berries upon my frame
While wood clasps chimneys
Thawing tongue will cut
Within mind stories of flame
That ash blew to winds
Woodcutters did thrive
The age of innocence spent
Wicker braids weaker
Icicles dangle
Inner pails warm bellies flow
Gushing winterland
Broken red bangle
Shards of glass in my fingers
Writing Neverland
Of The Wand And The Moon – Watch The Skyline Catch Fire
A roadmap to Bliss
29 November 2015
Above red roses
Where daffodils outreached sun
Inside met outside
Up the lone highway
Winding steep and weightless stones
Coloured bent footpaths
Beside pine trees’ cones
When snow caressed them silent
Shuddering branches
Brink of eagles’ reach
Under rims of silver clouds
Before the rains charged
Into depths of skies
Where bluebells held high their name
Edge of Horizons
Within fluttering
Where tidal winds braced and stole
Vanishing glances
Under still waters
Where hushed Heart painted life
A roadmap to Bliss
Maksim Mrvica – Mojito
Maksim Mrvica – Tango In Ebony
Maksim Mrvica – Leeloo´s Tune
Maksim Mrvica – Still Water
In the silence of my Heart
20 November 2015
November skies bled
The wasted summertime leaves
That autumn had spared
A walk in winter
Spoke of ice clad memories
Footsteps in the snow
Over horizons
Spring beckoned silent
Red speech of roses
The summer breathed soft
Scent of jasmine and fresh hay
As the sun sizzled
A whisper hovered
In the silence of my Heart
For keen ears to pick
The sound of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel
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