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 

Bee Kind

courtesy of pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How do we change the world, you ask
Perhaps, it begins with a simple task
Who will teach the art of kindness
Can we leave cruelty behind us
How to build empathy in our lives
Perhaps, it is in the smile one gives
Can kindness be the antidote to apathy
Can the cure be found in a baptistery
Say a prayer for a friend who needs hope
It may help them up the slippery slope
Kindness starts within our hearts
each of us plays a small sacred part 

linking with What's Going on?: Kindness hosted by Sherry

Blood Moon Sings a Forgotten Tune

courtesy of Pixabay Placidplace

Tonight, I wait for the blood moon
shining its crimson color over earth
listening to the eerie call of a loon

In the shadows lurks, a time of change 
guard your sacred dreams in the night
they may be swallowed or rearranged

The moon controlling the rhythmic sea
and I howling with the rising and falling tide
tugging at my heart a song longs to be free

In the darkness there is a deep silence
a pause to contemplate my next words
searching the heavens for divine guidance

The dusty veil between the worlds thins
opening a dream, singing a forgotten tune
in this mysterious place, a new verse begins

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Open Link Night 
hosted by Grace

The Harbor

Egon Schiele, Harbor of Trieste (1907)

Shimmering water
reflections of the day
jagged lines of moored ships
rigged masts stand tall and gray

waiting for tomorrows trips
the harbor port on full display
over the horizon, the sun slowly dips
this the landscape, I wish to portray

written for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Melissa
for today's prompt, I'd like us to explore some of the landscapes Schiele brought to life in his paintings. Choose one of the artworks in this post and compose a poem in any form of your choosing. 

Dialogue Between Worlds

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my dreams I have my
deepest conversation 

a dialogue between the
mind and soul

words are not required
as pictures and stories
come alive in darkness 

guardians and shaman
come and go speaking in
hidden tongues

my heart beats in time
to a faraway drum

listening to the language
of the night my heart
takes flight moving me
closer to the morning light

What's Going On? Talk/Conversation

hosted by Susan