Scaling Moonlight

Source at The Sunday Muse

Photo Source Courtesy of Alastair Magnaldo

Standing in wonderment

from a distant vantage point

pondering the need to conquer

light

I need no ladder or rope

to scale the orb of

enlightenment, my

vision is clear in a golden

oasis

The beauty

of  life is right

before me in the promises

of reflective light

standing on the edge of

reality I am the dream

child of the future...

embracing light with

 love

written for the The Sunday Muse
sharing with Poets United

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Poetry

courtesy of Pixabay

Poetry is the soul going through

a series of metamorphosis

woolly bear caterpillars

orange/black on a journey

to transformation

Poetry is evolution of the heart

escaping nets of reality fluttering

on fanciful tiger wings searching
for the "true" meaning of love

Poetry is a tadpole swimming
fluidly in the mind gradually
developing limbs and lungs
emerging on land in new
form

Poetry encompasses the spirit
of the dragonfly- keeper of
dreams - words crawling out
of the darkness sprouting
winged verses -  ballads
of new beginnings flying
planes of enlightenment


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I am not feeling well

but, my muse kept

calling me..

written for dVerse
hosted by Bjorn
Meet the bar - Metaphorically speaking

Forget Me Not - Said the Bee

courtesy of Pixabay

I fell for your honey coated words

the temptation too great to resist

sweet and delicious I craved more

drinking in the nectar of your songs

organic in nature, nothing artificial

caught in the stickiness of our world

discovering life isn't always sunny

now, I feel the sting of lost dreams

posted for Poets United - Midweek Motif - Honey Bee

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Song of the Bluebird

Courtesy of pixabay

Today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird

slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
something deep inside of me begins to stir
gone are the visions of the dark crow night

slipping out of a dream, welcoming light
your melody soars, across the morning sky
gone are the visions of the dark crow night
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry

your melody soars, across the morning sky
fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
my heart is heavy, leave me be, I softly cry

holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting

fluttering wings, last days of summer fading
autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues
holding onto a dream, is it time I'm wasting
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue

autumn will touch-down in color-burst hues

season bustling with mysterious changes
this morning, I'm feeling a melancholy blue
in life,  I have traveled roads of strangeness

season bustling with mysterious changes
something deep inside of me, begins to stir
in life, I have traveled roads of strangeness
today, I awoke to the song of the bluebird

author's note: This morning as, I opened
my bedroom window, I saw a beautiful
bluejay sitting in the tree outside, singing
loudly his song.  A Pantoum was born.

Thank you for visiting.

linking up with Poets United - Poetry Pantry 494

Vigilance In Changing Times

courtesy of pixabay

 summer coolly leaves
trees burn bright red and orange
while we weren't watching

~

 summer slips away

autumn arrives UN-noticed
picking red apples

~

stressed from life's hardships
leaves fall from dying oak trees
will anyone care

~

acorns will be scarce
squirrels scurry for their share
winter will be harsh

sharing with Poets United

writing poetry about vigilance 

Waiting - In Silence

courtesy of Pixabay

 waiting in silence for you to appear

in darkness you illuminate my night

time surrounds us in an infinite sphere

waiting in silence for you to appear

without you, mystical dreams disappear

penning poems of sorrow and delight

waiting in silence for you to appear

in darkness you illuminate my night

written for dVerse

writing about waiting 

Sing to Me Old World of Mystery

The sun glistens on the circle of tribes
fire burns in the heart of the gathering

drums beat; echoing through the trees

here there is a sense of mystery

Three red tailed hawks fly in from

the north, east and west and meet

overhead;  swooping aerobatics

I am fascinated by their beauty

The distance flute player lures the

feather friends closer with the

rising and descending melody

ancient spirits soar on wide wings

Sing to me in the Iroquois tongue

my spirit soars with the wild hawks

Closing my eyes, I am drifting away

in time to the days of the longhouse

with my ancestors.

Sweet grass and sage fill the air

cleansing the sacred land of impurities

my flesh warms to the 3:00 p.m. sun

as the dancers enter the circle.

 

A vision comes to me, I see a wolf

watching from the trees in the north

brother bear watching from the west

I walk on the edge of another reality...

Bear is protector and wolf brings

messages of wisdom.

The tall pines whisper to me from

the outer perimeter.

Resting on a log through blue mist I

see a messenger, he sits with me and

shares a dream...

Who will care for mother earth?  Our

waters and air are polluted. Plants

are dying, species are near extinction

When will humans see with open

eyes?

There will be a day when the well

runs dry and the people will thirst

for fresh water...

There will be a day when the air is thick

and grey; people will struggle for  breath...

There will be a day of awakening and that

day needs to come soon, remove the blinders

so you can truly see the gifts bestowed on

you.

Sing to me in the Iroquois tongue

the songs of the ancestors will ring true...

Author's note:  I attended a Pow-Wow and

was granted a vision.  I am bringing honor

to part of the journey in hopes that we

will take care of our planet. Not, even a

week later, the current administration

has rolled back part of the clean water
protection act.

(sigh)

 

Woven Tapestry of Dreams - A Sestina

courtesy of Pixabay

The sun took by heart the ocean my soul

but, to you,  I freely gave the gift of love

we shared poetry, made love with words

we danced somewhere beyond the clouds

I heard the songs that you sang just for me

I fell in love with a once in a lifetime dream

The road to happiness begins with a dream

in a parallel world we touched soul to soul

mysteries of night,  enchantment found me

through the darkness shone a star of love

visions became clear with passing clouds

how can I express, what I feel with words

In our world we penned beautiful words

we slept in the woven  tapestry of dreams

moonlight gleamed between fading clouds

in distance waves  drifted pieces of my soul

searching for the truest meaning of love

time and space seemed non-existence to me

In our parallel world was a place for you and me

poetic verses from our lips, formulating words

tuning into the continuous frequency of love

pursuing greater connections in shared dreams

opening the gateways to the desires of the soul

touching heart to heart,  high above the clouds

Behold skies of blue, behind misty clouds

take my hand my dearest love and follow me

let us share the cloaked mysteries of our souls

seduce me once again with magical words

free falling into the land of mystical dreams

hear our heart beat, to the melody of love

Exploring  the depth of unexplained love

light will appear in disappearing clouds

we are the creator of our precious dreams

in the imaginary realm you will find me

sitting under an oak tree, penning words

giving you pieces of my heart, body and soul

Holding dreams, my heart is a place of love
desires of the soul, shine through the clouds
converse with me, let the wind carry our words

author's note:  I tried a Sestina for dVerse

sharing with . Poets United - Pantry 492  

This was challenging and I hope I remained
true to the form.

If you are out there this one is for you!