Fireflies in the sky

Fireflies in the sky

7 March 2018

The road was getting darker as she drove further into the wilderness. Looking back into the rear view mirror she could see the city fading behind her. Soon the city lights would all be gone. She pondered whether she should continue on this road as there were no street lights. She realised that if she got lost here there would be nobody to turn to help for as not many people chose to go through this road, especially at this time of the night.

As if in answer to her internal question, a small light flickered ahead and she thought it to be a good omen. Surely there would be a few people ahead of her whom she could ask for help if she were to get stranded on these external routes. She pressed the pedal and sped toward the source of the light which flickered before it went out. Her doubts returned again but she decided to carry on all the same. All around her she could feel the desert slowly closing in on her as the road branched into smaller desert paths.

She drove on in almost pitch black except for where her headlights cleared a path in the black of the night. At times she was not even sure anymore that she was still on the path except for the fact that she could feel hard ground under the wheels. She decided to pay special attention to the feel of the road and to return in case she felt the front wheels touch any sand. She was aware that if she got stuck in the sand here there would be little chance of her getting out of it before the morning.

She marveled at how just a few kilometers away from the heart of a buzzing city full of nightlife one could go to such pitch black silence. In the distance she could hear the hum of the electrical posts that were relaying life saving electricity to the residents of the city. She thought to herself that while people could use candlelight to replace the bulbs in case of an outage nobody could do anything against the heat if such a thing were to happen. She remembered the month in July when her air conditioner had been out of service and the landlord had taken weeks to repair it. Each day had then been like a journey into hell and her helper had had to change the bedsheets every day.

She noticed a flicker again in the sky and decided to drive in its direction. The tiny flicker grew a bit and was joined by other flickers that started to grow in size as she drove nearer. She could see in the distance an outline of trees with the flickers just above the treetops. She hastened towards the point where all the flickers seemed to converge, anxious to find out where the flickers came from. Soon she reached the end of the desert path which then turned into sand. She took out the torch light from the glove compartment and proceeded toward the source of the flickering light.

After a few meters, she came into what seemed like a growth of several palm trees and other trees she could not identify. At the top of the trees she could see hundreds of them flickering in the sky. It was like a cosmic dance of light and she realised that the flickering was from fireflies. The sky was full of them. She wondered how the fireflies had gotten here and then decided to enjoy the sight without further questions. She raced back to the car and took out the mat that she kept there. She unfolded it on the ground and lay on it, gazing up at where the fireflies in the sky competed with the light of the stars. It was the first time in a long while that she could actually see the stars. The fireflies with the backdrop of the stars was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes as she lay back gazing at the illuminated sky.

 

Fireflies – Owl City

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4

Shedding Particles

Shedding Particles

23 April 2017

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Motion trance

Within the silence

Feet to dance

Tango sole

Organs call as the hearts chime

In spirals of Time

 

Bluebird trails

Within Infinite

Exhibit

No limit

Whispering trees call our name

To the rivers flow

 

Dancing light

Shimmering essence

In presence

Of white orbs

Oscillating stillness moves

Shedding Particles

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tango – Abel Korzeniowski

 

The Stars Rainmaker

The Stars Rainmaker

24 March 2017

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Dancing trees

Grant me melodies

Prancing feet

Quick to meet

Photons running through my fleet

The thunder to greet

 

Gift hammer

Within shoulder blades

As it wades

Everglades

Sinking rising ace of spades

Threaded by our Art

 

Ne’er to part

From narrow heartpath

Needle’s eye

From my sigh

Gets me safe through the Quaker

The Stars Rainmaker

 

Reading of the poem:

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A hundred reasons – Ólafur Arnalds

Happiness does not wait – Ólafur Arnalds

Beth’s Theme – Ólafur Arnalds

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

Deleting the Sun

Deleting the Sun

11 January 2017

 

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Black rain fell

Like coloured concept

Our hearts ink

Sinking pink

Moving to Chinese landscapes

Mock land of the One

 

Children tell

Of stories now swept

Memories

Moving trees

Sometimes the Mind the Heart shapes

Removing the fun

 

When hearts sell

The brides maids that wept

Fallen leaves

The mind grieves

The soul heart and mind escapes

Deleting the Sun

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Clouds – Abel Korzeniowski

 

The Last One Knowing

The Last One Knowing

1 January 2017

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In owing

Release of the debt

Centuries

Pile old trees

The new orchards growing wild

Garden of the child

 

The eye sees

Beyond the regret

Unending

Unbending

Flames flickering extending

Uneven hearts fret

 

We walk slow

In rhythm of glow

Candles light

Ravens flight

Pathways of morrows showing

The Last One Knowing

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Last One – Audiomachine

 

Of a soul to move with no tear

Of a soul to move with no tear

29-30 October 2016

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In between the light and the dark

Where salt melts in the mouth of nuns

That sing to the molding of the suns

Within all creation its spark

 

The slaughtered trees release their bark

Fall of the mighty the weak stuns

The seeker the Truth never shuns

To wisp of stories listen, hark

 

Take me to a place that lives tales

Of glorious moments I hear

Of ships’ steadied flight without sails

 

Of blissful coming to me dear

Of crossing my heart without nails

Of a soul to move with no tear

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Rotlaust tre fell – Wardruna

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gKW1R6mCH4

Aquatic

Aquatic

5 September 2016

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September

Month of the nine trees

Grows branches

Into skies

The Angels now hear the cries

The deafening tides

 

Tree trunks float

On rivers of hope

The mind copes

In sawing

The thoughts that pervade clawing

The glimmering leaves

 

Bark and leaf

Two to a third birth

We pluck them

From the hearth

They grow in wasteland marshes

The city harsh is

 

Countryside

Landscapes of the fall

Beckon slow

To soul’s call

Finest grass for the reaper

Green is the new black

 

Oxygen

Failing my two lungs

They gather

Communion

Of pairs they will be but one

Fate of the changeling

 

Uprising

In waves of morrow

Destiny

Aquatic

They move underground frantic

The stone is their tomb

 

Reading of the poem: 

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9 crimes – Damien Rice

Delicate – Damien Rice

I don’t Want to Change You – Damien Rice

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

The grass was greener

The grass was greener

20 August 2016

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She looked across the battered fields lying scorched by the heat around her frame in veils. From afar came its glint, shining eerily under the summer sun. So infused with more than just a hint of light she felt she should run towards it for it looked so beautifully green, it was almost lime-like in its iridescent sheen. She imagined the dewdrops painting life-like shadows alongside the blades of grass, twirling with these latter in those meadows a long-forgotten dance. She could almost sense the hum of the grasshoppers, the sound of brass invading her mind with their invitation to prance.

 

An arm brushing past hers tore her thoughts away from that beautiful island and its mighty sway. The field around her was buzzing in glee with grey-faced workers in neat rows of three attempting so desperately to instill some life back into the withered plants going downhill. The water ran from their giant cans dark, muddy and lifeless, not even a spark. She watched them smother rather than water the field as more sand and dirt was all the cans would yield. Here and there some poppies had survived, their wild nature breaking free revived by the view of the skies from the murky lands ties.

 

It was the bluebells that withered the most. Their head hung, their face downcast, they looked like this time they would never last. The secular trees of themselves a ghost looked over the horizons, a sight only they could boast and realised that perhaps this was the last year they would play host to the hundreds of bluebirds that on their branches found outpost to watch the first sunrise. Suddenly a ray split the skies and onward came rains of the most frightful might. To the field workers they were though the most beautiful sight as they gathered out of ranks not bothering how offering to the rain their weather-beaten brow as it washed away the mud. The oldest of trees came down with a thud and as the land under it drank the rain a damp and soon mossy stance took over its grounds again and again and again.

 

She looked across the reddened field to the brink of where her sight would yield. She looked back to the moss growing on that new land. Its glint was known to her not a new brand. Both far and near she could see it so clear.

 

The grass was greener.

 

Reading of the short story: 

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Green…The Colour of Evolution – Yakuro

 

Uprooted

Uprooted

14 August 2016

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Cycles start

Within the days count

Sundays end

In Mondays

Twirling through Fridays tolling

To days of the King

 

Hidden coins

Treasure my crowning

Golden steel

Shines at heel

Drowning water ankle deep

Weaknesses we keep

 

Fruit of loins

Baskets plentiful

Chosen few

Green in hue

Ripened by the sun and dew

Morrows promises

 

They depart

Like the rolling stones

Downhill slide

Left to glide

They carve pathways in waters

Unbridled their ride

 

Like the tide

Ebb and flow of Love

Wandering

Reaching back

When the storms turn skies pitch black

Sporadic in touch

 

We juggle

Solitary spoils

Burning coils

Uprooted

When the fires invade trees

Sudden burning frees

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Over and over – Rachel Yamagata

Be be your Love – Rachel Yamagata

You Won’t Let Me – Rachel Yamagata

 

Magnets of compass

Magnets of compass

11 August 2016

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I’ll see you

When summer will end

In landscapes

Of the fall

Into the river that shapes

Rooted trees grow tall

 

Blow the horn

Water lonely graves

Pick flowers

From the sands

Rose and crystal grow in lands

Of heavenly stance

 

Seize the chance

The shadows advise

The sun wise

Chooses soul

Relentless of free will’s pole

Magnets of compass

 

Reading of the poem: 

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See You Again – Mychael Danna

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