Today, I Heard

The Sunday Muse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today, I heard the whispers of creator
wandering the slope of the Holy Hill
seeking warmth from the autumn chill

Mindfully, walking consecrated ground

scattering hallowed seeds, wind blows

through the soil of intentions, what grows

 

carrying a packet of uprooted dreams

Seeking redemption from fall's darkness

bones and ash, skeletons of yesterday

the ferryman feasts on birds of prey

Drinking from the fountain of elements 

swaying to the hymn of the willow tree

In the shadow land spirits cry to be free

 

bowing and bending with the willow bough

I saw lanterns of  light on the Holy Hill

filtering through the black walnut grove

through the four gates, a spiritual trove

 

Today, I heard the whispers of creator
wandering the slope of the Holy Hill
seeking warmth from the autumn chill

reign down, rain down, in quarter notes

put a pearl in your pocket of hope....

 

author's note:  I am honoring a quest

and the holder of the master key

 

Sorry, Dear Friends  I haven't been 

around much, I am trying to heal... 

 

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A Piece of Me Died Today

 

You're the only man that

touched that deep well inside

of me...

 

You're the only man that

touched my soul....

 

never flesh to flesh

but, heart to heart

 

you've got me singing the raspy

ragged, jagged blues.....

 

Tell me how can I ever

love again...

 

When all I've dreamt

of... is gone .....gone

I’m feeling the thorns

I’m feeling the thorns

This is my story, my song

my man is gone gone gone

you've got me singing the raspy

ragged, jagged blues.....

 

You're movin' on and I'm left behind

this lady is feeling blue...lost without you

 

maybe, someday you'll think of me and smile

I guess all dreams come to an end

...and some only last for a while…..

But….

 

this lady doesn't believe in dreams anymore

No, no, no ….dreams are for fools…

it's just some sort of suspended reality 

you wake up realizing nothing was real...

I’m feeling the thorns

I’m feeling the thorns

This is my story, my song

My man is gone gone gone

 

You've got me singing the raspy

ragged, jagged blues

a piece of me died today.... 

a piece of me died today

died, died, died…today

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Parlor Games

The Sunday Muse

 

I dreamt of knights in shining armor

guarding a castle  across the harbor

there was a king in search of a queen

in a place that he had never seen

I dreamt of pawns caught in a game

moving cautiously, in a land untamed

 battle of wits, but who would win

in the corner, the jester widely grins

I dreamt of a queen in search of a king

in the courtyard below, a troubadour sings

enchantment softly whispers in her ears

drifting in a sea of slumberous tears

I dreamt of a castle somewhere in time

where there is poetic verse and rhyme

 parlor games, wizardry unseen

maneuvering distances in between

I dreamt of a kingdom where light reigns

 heart of a dragon, magic always remains

together in this land, they wear no crowns

proclaiming peace in audible verbs and nouns

 

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Finding Beauty

Today, I wonder, where is beauty

my heart heavy as the autumn rain

wet maple leaves clinging to my feet

 

watching wild geese in formation

pondering their final destination

they care not about the gray skies

Today, I wonder where is beauty

my soul releases a  mournful sigh

creator won't you send me a sign

 

watching the clouds shape shifting

noticing the phoenix's fiery struggle

breaking through the day's darkness

 

Today, I wonder where is beauty

my eyes hoping to catch a glimpse

of the peaceful blue heron in flight

 

In silence,  waiting, waiting

waiting, for a sign from the heavens

standing soaking wet

a baptism of rain

cleansing

 

Today, I wonder where is beauty

finding it, unspoiled  on

white flapping wings,  descending from the sky

as the sun began to shine

collateral beauty

written for earthweal

hosted by Sherry

writing about Collateral Beauty

the moment when you realize

all is connected

 

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may you find beauty in your life

Two Little Stones and the Bell Tower

Columcille Megalith park

 

Dancing with a dream

amidst giant megaliths

two little spirited stones sing

take us to the bell tower,

listening to the hymn of the land

an offering of gratitude

"The way you think it is, may not

be the way it is at all"

 

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writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word "stone"
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Author's note:  Over the summer, I spent an amazing day at Columcille Megalith Park located in the Appalachian Mountains. It was an honor for me to dance upon the land of a dreamer. At the end of the day,  there were two small stones that caught my eye. I wanted to take them home with me but, I heard a whisper,  a song, take us to the Bell Tower and that is what I did.  To read more about the Bell Tower and the quoted line in the poem please visit here.

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Thank you Brendan for sharing your poetry and the land.  

Compact

The Sunday Muse

 

 You found my eyes alluring

my glossy lips tantalizing

you thought I'd fit perfectly

into your packed life

 

A small city suited you best

driving the newest compact car

conjuring big plans but, your

vision was limited, perhaps

the neon lights were blinding

 

I, on the other hand,  needed

room to grow,  space to wander

riding a mustang bareback

wild and free

my hair blowing in the breeze

 

A small house with a vast view

 trees as tall as the city skyline

 the only gleam at night

would be twinkling starlight

 

You never saw past the mirror

image,  did you ever take the

time to  look into my eyes

 

Wiping the heavy mascara

that obstructed my view

leaving a smeared lip kiss

on  my compact , tossing

it on the bed....

 

A compressed goodbye, you'll find

me living a full life with plenty

of room to roam...out on the

prairie or in the woodlands

spiritually growing the

heartland inside

 

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author's note:  I felt she had a bigger story
so, here she is  at the crosswalk