Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Desert Rose

photo by Ed Rose


 My eyes have seen the desert rose
roaming barefoot where the wind blows
memories filled with hopes and dreams
ancient secrets I yearn to know

soft flesh pierced by the thorns of life
bleeding from the cuts of a knife
wounds heal in a tequila sunrise
leave behind the battles of strife

in the distance a flamenco beat
soft petals swirling at my feet
sweet aroma delicate blossom
wilting in the garden of defeat 

my heart is in a solemn place
in the desert land seeking grace
to the songs of the cactus wren
waiting for sunlight's warm embrace


posted for Magpie Tales #301

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Where does it begin, Where does it end..

















the choice set before me
to enter or not

checking in my ego
at the entrance...

cautiously yet with anticipation
I enter the circuitous path

sojourning to the inner most
part of my heart & mind

I wonder who is the architect
of  this space & place..

puzzle set before me to solve
no need for a map, I prefer
to navigate my own way

step by step , I venture forward
listening and watching
for signs...a time of
reflection

"who am I"
  "who are you"
     "who are we"

red -tailed  hawk circles
raptor carrying a message
awakening my spirit

I feel you,  slipping
into my skin...as I
draw nearer my flesh
warms in the sunlight..

I wonder what waits
with each twist and turn
I take a left,  it should have
been right..

ladybug lands on my hand
I make a wish for her to carry
to the outer banks...the river
sings an ancient song...

contemplating  my next move
I feel your presence walking
on the path of enlightenment

my senses alert,  traveling
deeper into the center
of the unknown...unraveling
the mysteries of life...

blue skies & dreamy clouds
weaving closer and closer
to the central focal point
an aura of light manifests

you are with me in the maze
of life...giving thanks for the
journey thus far...ringing
the bell opening the
doorway to the spiritual
realm...what was lost is
now found...


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Author's Note: I had the
opportunity to find my
way through this huge
maze. A time of reflection
and adventure.


Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Swept Away

Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky


rain
swept me away
at the crossroad
we met

drenched
we embraced
forever changed

author's note : trying a new form 

Septolet

The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Island of Dreams


















Truedessa and Capt'n Pat met one day
seeking  an enchanted island of dreams
they built a ship, so they could sail away
rays of hope fell upon them in streams

Now, these two were often called fools
as they believed in a utopia filled land
following heavenly stars the only rule
the adventures to be had were grand

These two fought  pirates on the sea
and sometimes an evil  menacing  ghost
Grumpy Blue said Bora was the place to be
they set the course from coast to coast

Capt'n Pat traveled with a spotted cat
Truedessa's head full of lofty thoughts
looking skyward the two would often chat
the view would be different as astronauts

One night the waves grew raw & rough
tossing their  vessel from side to side
the two knew darkness would be tough
in a small shallow voice Truedessa cried

Washed ashore,  in the morning light
she looked about,  their vessel broken
Capt'n Pat was now nowhere in sight
spotted cat by her side no word spoken

On a small island Truedessa did stand
a balmy breeze amidst tall palm trees
her senses alert foul play is at hand
sunlight  glistened upon a deep sea

Following her inner voice into the brush
the sound of warrior drums growing
cat and Truedessa sprinted with a rush
in  blue  haze a vision started showing

An army of monkeys had Capt'n Pat
who was behind this sinister plot
an empress laughed, wearing Pat's  hat
"who will save you from this lot"

The empress spoke of  magical stones
Truedessa would offer to make a deal
stepping out into the light as it shone
the spotted cat closely at her heels

The empress was impressed by her glow
I want rare gems hidden in a secret cave
bring me the stones and I will let him go
if not, you two might dig your own grave

Now, Truedessa agreed to the wicked terms
the cat by her side and some monkey guards
she would feed that evil woman some worms
calling upon the powers of pirates graveyards

Traveling the trail upwards towards the sky
conjuring lions to chase off a monkey or two
a battle of wit,  as a mystical dragon did fly
beyond the vines,  the cavern came into view

Truedessa entered into the dark cold walls
as bats flew around her head in swarms
trembling from cold, she thought she'd fall
from somewhere a burst of fire kept her warm

Two  giant gemstone glistening inside the lair
lustrous eyes of a dragon with a beating heart
Truedessa softly sighed and said a silent prayer
to injure this creature she would have no part

Descending the mountain,  she needed a plan
how would she appease the fury of the empress
under a setting sun,  she met a mountain man
who offered her help in  a magical necklace

Returning  the empress demanded the gemstones
Truedessa  held out instead  a strand of white pearls
explaining  they came from the eternal life throne
Just as the empress placed them on the wind whirled

The belly of the earth shook,  a giant quake
Capt'n Pat hollered we need to get out of here
around the empresses neck a hissing snake
choking on her own words, she disappeared

Truedessa and the cat quickly set Capt'n Pat free
running towards the beach in record speed
they longed to be back on  their ship on the sea
swooping down a dragon came in a time of need

Jumping  on his back they soared the skyline
Truedessa exhausted fell into a deep sleep
Capt'n Pat and his spotted cat were fine
resting in the land of nod a dreamer weeps


author's note: This was written in the spirit
of two light hearted fools. May they always
follow that star of dreams...For those who
don't know I have written several of these
adventures in the past.  Thanks for taking
the time to read this long story/poem.


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