Lose the Umbrella Feel the Rain

Wikimedia After-the-Rains Florence Peel

 rain  quenches thirstiness
 fill  thy  cup 

 drink 

~

 weeping  willow  moist  tears
 cry   no   more 

 peace 

~

 beyond  the  waterfall 
dreams  take   root 

 growth

~

around  the  river  bend
 current   swift 

calm

~

dancing  free  in the  rain 
spirits  soar 

 joy 

 

posted for dVerse Kelvin has us writing

Tilus his own form

6-3-1

Suspended in Time

image by Martin Stranka

suspended  in  stillness   deep   thoughts  of you
the  only   sound  echoes of my  heart beat
drifting   between  realms a  world   for  two
flickering  memories  swift   rush  of  heat 

twilight hovers beyond curtains of  night 
during   blue  hour, dreams  fill  an  orange  sky
celestial  heaven bursting gold starlight
to   truly   see  beauty  open  your eyes

branded  with longing  warm  fire  of  desire 
come   join  me  under  the  radiant  moon
tonight  let  us dance  upon  the  high   wire 
our  bodies  sway   to  their  own   special   tune 

whispering secrets  into   waiting  ears
magical  words   that   only  we  can   hear 

posted for the Mag219

Written on Birch Skin

 

I am a  tree with a story to tell

peel my soft layers,  one by one

divulging deep  groves of my soul

I am a spirited tree,  higher  visions

courageously growing new roots

life flows through my budding veins

I am a wild tree, riding river rapids

while ancient ones play sacred songs

my sap a healing balm to those in need

I am a tree harmonizing with nature

intertwined with forest dwellers

chanting praises  to mother earth

I am a tree with warmth in my heart

intentions written on my silken skin

offering gifts to the mighty four winds

I am a  tree who burns when damp

my spirit catches fire full of passion

sparks light the way to transformation

I am a tree with a story to tell

posted for dVerse writing tree poems

Devouring Doubt..

Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali

 conquering  darkness
spoonfuls of enlightenment
candles  light  the  way 
 sitting   edgy   chair  of  thought 
 renewal  rising  bright  sun

~

darkness
winged  chair  of  thought 
devouring life's moments
silver candles burning  with   hope 
brightness

author's note: I wanted to explore two forms:
The first is a Tanka 5,7,5, 7, 7 syllable count
The second is a cinquain 2,4,6, 8, 2  

posted for the Magpie Tales
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