Day twenty three….http://www.napowrimo.net/

the lightness of being 2

My Mother always used to say, “if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say it!”

They just keep talking at me. I don’t want to hear a word
they’re saying. These echoes of my mind, submerge me in
a sea of voices, comments, the screeching din of gossip. On
every corner, on roads, on bilboards, on pages, on screens, a
cacophony of harsh tones, dialogues of malice. It disturbs the
equilibrium of kindness. Revealing secrets to the wind, even
the trees would be ashamed of. Loose tongued utterances, which
cannot be recalled, or gathered, or even undone. Distorted words
reverberate on sanctuary walls, hideouts, were the innocent
huddle in hushed tones. Perpetrators of hearsay speak out
in jarring malevolence, of what they think is true. The dissonant
language of gossip, suffocates the joy of everyday life.
*Because the house of a louder talker, leaks……..
* African proverb Zulu Tribe


poetry month

The Stars were rearranged

Day twenty two……http://www.napowrimo.net/

No one knows what has been taken from you
When the silence of absence deepens.
― John O’Donohue

the night sky pixabay

Shaped by heavenly aspect,
infused with sacred breath,
seperation poured out,
the hopelessness of death!

An existence I’d known,
had ceased to be,
beneath celestial oceans, my eyes could barely see!

I was stranded in a universe where the stars were out of reach,
and darkness was gathering,
my heart had been besieged!

Auguries and sightings foretold illusive dreams,
I held remembrance
by any mystical means.

I did not feel favoured,
the night my life changed,
so at the behest of the Angels,
the stars were rearranged.

Andromeda shifted,
I returned to holy dust,
stars found new positions,
the entire cosmos hushed!

In the chasm of the slipstream where bright stars had been,
I inhaled a new perspective,
in heaven’s time machine.

It took me to the night, my life was realigned,
to supernatural presence,
forever intertwined.

With love’s illumination, and gracious sacrifice,
black-holes of sorrow,
led to portholes of paradise.

So I said to the stars, go back to your home,
I’m at peace with the cosmos,
I’ll never be alone!

Image courtesy Pixabay

a little bit of crazy

Day twenty…..http://www.napowrimo.net/
“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”
― Rumi

aliitle b of cray cray

i hope you all realiZe by now, that i don’t really know what i’m dOing…

pOEtic licEnce iS mY tHinG,
Of cHaOtic fOrm.

stanzas, verses,
lyrics inside. cathartic emotiOns. crimsOn designs.
i strum and hum an inner tune. discard words.
sometimes fume!

i rhyme
i dOn’t
i scribble sacred words
i make sense
and i SOUND absurd

you like it
you don’t
that’s okay
my egO caught fire, but i’m dousing the flames.
though sparks in the embers will always rEmain!

thank you for fOllowing and responding with care, for plunging into daydreams and my seas of despair…..
i sEE other worlds
through my computer screen
a mystic porthole of hopes and dreams
flOwers, vistas, cities and towns…………..it’s all quite wonderful when i LOOK around.

i get up in the morning and see sun, birds, and wOrds
i drink my COFFEE.
i make the bed.
i remember. i forget          and harmony       sometimes                  occurs….

i try to fathom the meaning of life      waking            SLEEPING             contemplating the Divine

this is my anthem………………you can hum alOng!


poetry month

Evanescent Visions

Day Nineteen….http://www.napowrimo.net/

“There is a gust of eternity in every fleeting moment.”
― Marty Rubin

steve in china

Evanescent visions,
and ephemeral beams
that touch the light.

A shooting star of a life once lived,
keepsakes and fragile souvenirs.

Transient images keep me breathing,
though they evaporate
back into ether.

Your name is inked on my memory
and your song
is forever in my heart.

Like vanishing dew at first light,
the echo of you,
remains on my skin.


poetry month

Waiting in the wings

Day eighteen…http://www.napowrimo.net/

Rumi’s poem backwards in my own words…..

My Soul mate had inner knowledge of me.
there all the time waiting in the wings.
we just couldn’t see
when I was seeking you out, I had no understanding
I had seen the movie “love story”


love 7

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
― Rumi

poetry month

A tall tree has fallen

A bit off the script today…..my NaPoWriMo Poem will be written later…

“If your eyes are opened you will see the things worth seeing”
― Rumi

a tall tree has fallen

It was a tall tree, magnificent in presence,
full of character,
and solid in its understanding of the movement
of the earth.
It appreciated the night skies and all the stars,
it touched heaven with longing.

Below its radiance and extended bows,
shrubs and grass found comforting shadows
and splashes of sunlight
enlivened its tender disposition.

It carried the promise of shade for hot summers,
and a sanctuary for sugar birds to play.
Though its sage green leaves were brittle,
it held its place with calm integrity.

It was not a perfect tree with straight bows
and flawless form,
the way many young saplings
stand tall in faultless and almost impenetrable rows.
Its twisted branches
had a kind of unique appeal
as though it had been one with the earth’s motion
since the beginning of time.

One stormy night, a wind tore into its branches
and threatened its form.
It held its ground against the gale
for most of the dark menacing night,
but the force of the black squall
weakened its resolve,
and by morning some of the branches
had fallen to the ground.
Defeated by the relentlessness of this
terrifying gale,
the remaining stricken branches
cracked apart and fell heavily
to the sodden loam.
The Earth was still.

In the morning I looked upon its sorrow
and felt my own so deeply,
for I loved this mysterious evergreen.
I was sad that this tree’s inspiring essence
could know such
terrible defeat.

So we carried away its precious branches
and each day I looked on its brokenness,
not believing it could bare the shame
of stark reality.
A stubby trunk and a few tangled bows
were all that remained.

But what really took my breath away
that in the space
where the tree’s tawny limbs had covered the scenery
and reached upwards,
a view appeared.
It captivated my mind.
A new aspect was revealed across the rooftops
reminding me that even
in the fragility of life
there is still belonging and beauty to be found
if you allow it.
It uncovered another scene beyond
its broken branches.

And there, a great tree taught me
that nothing is ever what it appears to be.
If your eyes are opened you will
see the things worth seeing.
Where heartbreak splinters in today’s sorrow,
just look
and let your heart perceive the mystery.
You will find extraordinariness
in the shelter of everyday.

And though there may be many storms in life,
some may break you,
some may render you incapacitated,
don’t despair,
because out there in the eternal seas,
where tranquility reigns in realms beyond
your wildest imaginings
a bounty of blessings exist.

And my sorrow waned,
as I understood that
even in death and destruction,
there is an eternity of
blissful contentment
and hope.