Between Tu-Lip

Tulip Festival

 

Between tu-lips, lies heartfelt words
listen closely for springtime rhymes
singing freely, with the songbirds
poets wander, leaving small signs

poetry found in a flower bed
between tu-lips lies heartfelt words
blooming colors, purple, yellow and red
in silence, something inside stirred

verses whispered, tell me you heard
in the garden, the sparrow's song
between (tu-lips) lies heartfelt words
embracing love, can that be wrong

why do beautiful dreams fade away
without light visions become blurred
love wilts, into the ghost of another day
between two-lips, lies heartfelt words

written for dVerse
Hosted by Grace - Poetry form Quatern
Four verses alternation line one of first
verse into line 2,3 and 4 respectively

Author's note: I am a bit late, thank-you
to all who read and to Grace for hosting.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend to
those in the U.S.

Enchanted Moose on the Loose

“Swedish White Moose” by Vika Muse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beyond the burnt red sky
puffy eyes laden with tears
my heart heaves a long sigh

there is a place I have seen
past the crumbling rubble
there's a forest of lush green

here the white moose roams
his hooves the only noise I hear
steadfast in his natural home

strong and full of confidence
growing antlers, the cycle of life
living each day in peace and silence

light illuminates through the trees
fireflies flutter under moon's glow
enchantment in a soft spring breeze

"dare I rest for this one night
slumber in the magic of a dream"

linking with dVerse
hosted by Mish - writing to the artwork of Vika Muse

Shadow Prey

The Sunday Muse

 

Darkness sweeps across the sky

shadows of you and I  creep past

in this lonely room of heartbreak

sharp talons wait, a  bird of prey

 

in the corner shapes take form

hints of imagination begin to stir

in this altered reality,  breathing

shallow caws, a blackbird's song

 

wandering the internal labyrinth

in the distance a black moon rises

drifting into a  conscious slumber

surrealism appears beyond the veil

 

there under a massive bonsai tree

an oracle of insight with long graying hair

wisdom interwoven in his braided beard

ushering me to sit across from him

 

pouring a warm cup of ancient tea

bowing my head , sipping its flavor

his eyes green emeralds of the sea

touching my heart of indigo blue

 

a soft flutter of mending wings

cupped within my  hands of hope

light filters through the dark void

opening my palms, taking flight

freeing the captive within 

 

Author's note:  I have had a rough week and part of this poem
is from a dream encounter.  Wishing you peace & health
Thank you for your visit.

 

Linking with The Sunday Muse

Forest Traffic - on the Street of Dreams

"Forest Traffic!" Digital Art by Pulkit Kudiwal

 

High on a limb the white owl watches
the forest signals of impending change
cautiously, crossing lines of time

who can stop the oncoming traffic
mama taught me to look both ways
even when traversing a mystical path

courageous lion and mongoose stand guard
who will walk the the street of dreams
once four Beatles crossed Abbey Lane

sometimes, you have to let it be
in quiet darkness, I think of you
blue world, spins counter clockwise

I hear the songs of nature's creatures
in a forest bed, drifting into a slumber
under a thousand stars, a willow weeps

 will we ever find our way
I will be waiting for that day

 

linking with The Sunday Muse

 

 

"Golden Slumbers" - The Beatles

Thank you for visiting

The Fox, Feather and Dream

Image Source

 

 

 

mysteries of the silver tongue
words inked in a nocturnal realm
quilled ballads, forever unsung
mysteries of the silver tongue
dreams hidden from the morning sun
dying limbs of broken wing elms
mysteries of the silver tongue
words inked in a nocturnal realm

 

linking with The Sunday Muse

 Thank you for your visit!

Happy Sunday 

I See Myself With a Different Eye

artist unknown

I see myself as a night traveler

awakening in blue misty fog

traveling moonbeams from

here to there...

I see myself soaring the heavens

on unfurled wings searching for

light, dancing in the stars...

I see myself connected to others

weaving threads of our lives

strengthening our bond...

I see myself on the river's edge

reflections of the transformation

of my journey and life...

I see myself under a weeping willow

crying, hoping you won't have to...

I see myself sleeping in the darkness

sometimes afraid,  as I know not

what the night will bring...

I see myself and the world through

different eyes...and I wonder when

you look at me...do you see my

imperfections, my sorrow....

I see myself and I wonder who am i...

a dreamer who dances in the

clouds, giving my heart and I don't

know why?

written for Poets United Midweek Motif
When I Think of Myself
Thank you for reading

Half Past Two!

With my eyes,  when I sleep

half past  two, I dream of you

in an  infinite universe...so deep

flying the sky ways, lost and alone

my thoughts no longer my own

I dream, I dream of you..

Am I dreaming my life away

or is my life caught in a dream

I stream a lover's scene...

I see a vision before my eyes

a love so intense it makes me cry

two souls tango in a night sky

orbiting around silver stars

cohesive in thoughts

body and mind

 slipping into your arms

I find my peace, I find my calm

drifting off to sleep..