Sands of Time

courtesy of Pixabay

 

It was a wondrous chapter in my life. One,  I never wanted to end.

I fell into the oceans of your poetry and songs.  I felt the ebb and flow

of magical energy walking the shoreline of a distant love.  

 

Our words were made of stardust.  Our souls danced beyond the clouds. 

I often re-call all the poetic moments.  The lyrical ballads still beat in

the chamber of my heart.

 

You,  my untouched love remain a song un-written.

"When it is over, said and done,  it was a time and there was

never enough of it"

 

linking with dVerse - Hosted by Merrill

https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/17/prosery-monday-a-time/ 

writing a bit of  Prosery using the selected line in your piece.

"When it is over,  said and done

 it was a time 

and there was never enough of it"

 –Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time”

Muddy Tracks

The Sunday Muse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The storm rolled in on a dusty dirt road

no one realized what happened that day

there was a pause and the world slowed

the storm rolled in on a dusty dirt road

the sky rumbled in a hazy somber  gray

muddy,  the reaper carried a heavy load

the storm rolled in on a dusty dirt road

no one realized what happened that day

 

linking to The Sunday Muse

 http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/sunday-muse-121.html

 Thanks you for visiting 

 Storms, light & redemption

Between the Bulrush & Cattails

 

Between the bulrush and cattails

a glimpse of  nature's creatures

where did this pair come

from, how far have they traveled

I considered their symbolic meaning

in my own

life

 

recalling  a dream where I once sprouted

wings and flew the heavens un-tethered

a giant hawk

 

something stirs in the tree nearby,  a

red winged blackbird takes flight

 

sadly, my wings have been clipped

and I'm grounded here when I

want to fly to you 

when will covid

be a memory

and

not 

a 

reality

 

in a dream last night, I thought of

you and in the morning light you

disappeared....

and I envy the two birds sojourning

together 

 

linking with https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/13/mtb-stream-of-consciousness-writing/

Grace is hosting - the prompt is to  generate a stream of 

conscious writing, a little abstract but, here are the wanderings

of my mind

How Does Your Garden Grow

courtesy of Pixabay

 

    

Strolling through a sunflower garden

I wonder can I find my way through

the maze

 

       hundreds of blooms following

       the sun's; life giving rays

 

standing tall, seeds of hope

bees pollinating dreams

 

   in darkness look to the eastern

   horizon a new day is awakening

 

linking with dVerse hosted by Victoria

writing a quadrille of 44 words - incorporating "Garden"

 https://dversepoets.com/2020/08/10/how-does-your-garden-grow-dverse-quadrille/

 

Thank you for visiting

 hope, dreams and bountiful gardens

 

Quarantine

courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

After the pause, will our hearts beat

renewed with  life,  will we remember

solitude held our souls captive

 

there are many roads to travel

can you UN-quarantine your mind

will  mysteries be harder to unravel

 

yesterday fades in the shadows of now

follow the treasure map of dreams

we have to find our way,  somehow

 

creativity sails in the right hemisphere

catch an adventure on the wild side

poetry floats to our sympathetic ears

 

flashing out endless warnings signs

bobbling between reality and fiction

 

quarantine

unseen

war machine

your machine

often means

horrid scene

routine

vaccine

hexachlorophene

authority

majority

minority

 

Will we survive in this new world 

can you UN-quarantine your mind 

will the sea protect the coveted pearl

 

authors note:  This is part of a dream I had last night

The question put forth in the dream was 

"Can you UN-quarantine your mind," I was given

a notebook and this is what  I woke up with.

So, there you have it, the wanderings of my mind.

 

linking with https://earthweal.com/2020/08/07/earthweal-open-link-weekend-32/

Seeing Clearly

In nakedness, I find wisdom

seeing past the veil of illusions

connected to the moon phases

tides rise and fall in my internal

rivers,  life echoes through my

heart shaped chamber

 

An oracle comes to me

on swift silent wings

guardian of sacred knowledge

traveling between the worlds

 

whispering a prophetic warning

stand guard,  change is coming

binocular vision is needed to

focus on what truly is and

what is fabrication

 

under moonlight we soar

to the highest perch

unlocking the mysteries

of our consciousness

 

sitting in silence there

is knowledge,  be clear

on intentions and what

desires you wish to

manifest

 

navigating the dark skies

there is light let your

inner lantern guide

the way

linking with The Sunday Muse

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/sunday-muse-119.html