Painters of Stars

Long ago and far away, before roads, cars busy towns and cities were built.  There was a place unspoiled where trees grew tall and buffalo roamed. Halona was happy living amongst her people. Her names means "of good fortune" as she had a dream that the star people were watching from the heavens and would lead the people in their greatest needs.

She climbed the hills and came to the mouth of a great mountain.  There before her a portal of shining light. She entered softly, unheard. On the cavern walls story paintings of fire and warring nations.  She saw little speckles of light dappling against the smooth saucer shaped hallows of rocks.

The starpainters are taking over now,  leaving a trail of light in times of darkness for generations to come. Halona paints in hues of blue and green for mother earth's survival. 

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery 
hosted by Mish writing Prosery a Tribute to Gordon Downie

author's note; A bit of fictional storytelling for tonight. I hope you enjoyed it. I had to revise multiple times  to keep it at 144 words. The story took on a life of its own and I had two full pages and could have kept writing.  

Spectacles

rock pools

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
sitting on wet stones
water feels cold on my toes
where are my sneakers

looking all around
through new rimless spectacles
life becomes quite clear 

Senryu Sunday hosted by Rall

author's note:  These two rock pools remind me of glasses - don't ask me why? 

Falling in Love

“Between the Falling in Love Parts,” by Phyllis Bramson

I heard you shouldn't fall in love with your muse
even when it brings a new ache, a new desire
for creativity is the lightning rod, the fuse
it’s the poem, the songs that lifts me higher

Holding him close in heart but, far from arms
don’t cling to the vision, hold on to the feeling
 mesmerizing sweet words, melody and charms
an other-worldly connection to another being

Between you and I and the falling in love parts
the language of creativity is a work of art

Where do I begin and where do you end
in this whimsical world where we blend 

In another realm you will always be my man 
in a dream is where it all began

You’re everything magical, I imagined you to be
waking from dreams, writing poetry at three
my untouched love, you will forever remain
listening to the rain, you my sweetest refrain

I heard you shouldn't fall in love with your muse
even when it brings a new ache, a new desire
for creativity is the lightning rod the fuse
it’s the poem, the songs that lifts me higher

Between you and I and the falling in love parts
the language of creativity is a work of art

Where do I begin and where do you end
in this whimsical world where we blend

In another realm you will always be my man
in a dream is where it all began

written for dVerse Poets Pub - Open Link Night 
hosted by Lisa

Thank you for visiting 

If you are out there this one is for you!   
I may re-work this at some point in time...

Falling Silent

Courtesy of Pixabay - by Joe

 Take me out to the trees
I need space to breathe
when emotions feel heavy
there’s an ache in my belly

I can’t seem to find words
there are no nouns or verbs
my heart needs to be strong
it’s hard for me to say so long

Take me to where hope takes root
finding new trails, alternative routes
amongst the tall scented pines
sudden rustling of leaves, a sign

What’s going on, poetic guidance
a time of change voices fall silent
 seeking spiritual alignment 

Take me out to the trees
I need space to breathe
when emotions feel heavy
there’s an ache in my belly

I can’t seem to find words
there are no nouns or verbs
my heart needs to be strong
it’s hard for me to say so long

Take me to where nature calls
a hidden sanctuary with no walls
oaks and maples changing in color
new adventures waiting to discover

What’s going on, poetic guidance
a time of change voices fall silent
 seeking spiritual alignment

written for What's Going On?:Open Link  

What's Going On? Is closing it's poetic doors
after this week's open link.  I wrote this to
try and express this loss of community.

Thanks to Sherry, Mary, Susan and Sumana for all their hard work in maintaining a community for poets to write.  You all have been supportive to my creative wanderings. This is a new poem my way of saying good-bye.

Brightest Blessings 

Standing Stones - Thor's Gate

Thor's Gate

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Aye, the calling is a gentle whisper
come dance on the mystic trails
let your imagination weave a tale
rugged land of hidden unknowns
through the tall standing stones

there is a sense of enchantment
wandering off on a melodic tangent
scattered are twigs and pine cones
through the tall standing stones

the piper plays of love and thunder
in the belly of the woods lies wonder
the throwing of trinkets and bones
through the tall standing stones

my heart swelling with each step
pebbles and rocks all have depths
on this quest, I must walk alone
through the tall standing stones
aye, the calling is a gentle whisper 

dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics 
hosted by Dora - The prompt

She wants us to write a poem featuring, if not centering, on rock or stone.

I visited Columcille Megalith Park a few years back and the prompt reminded me of this place. There are over 90 stone settings.  The photo above was taken by myself.  It's called Thor's Gate.

check it out here Columcille Megalith Park