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
Mag 218

Burgeoning Spring

artwork by Cheryl Kellar

two hearts
 burgeoning  spring 
 bright  blooms bursting  colors 
 soft   moist  petals,  waiting  tulips
we kiss

~

my love
pick me a song
  vases filled endless  love 
 luscious   garden   sweet  melodies
 touch  me

posted for dVerse hosted by Grace
writing to the artwork of Cheryl Kellar

Where the Wildflowers Thrive

Wildflowers by Nikolai Galakhov

where  the  wildflowers   thrive   magic  resides
planting seeds in a  rich  meadow  of  green 
warm   mystical  realm,  our  dreams  will   survive 
new  promises  take   root  ,  message  foreseen

traveling  realms,  where   will  the  path   lead 
follow  your heart  it  always  knows the  way 
clearing  wide  path,  pulling  up  strangling weeds
in the  distance,  a  white   horse   softly  neighs

beckoning our  wild   spirit   to   take   flight 
winged Pegasus,  soaring   dark  skies  unknown 
constellations  spark  warm desires of   night 
full  moon,  behold  blue sapphire  crystal   stone 

reaching  heavenward  for  the  golden   ring 
dreamers are reborn, beating  hearts now  sing

posted for dVerse

May Day

Finland, 1968, photo by George F. Mobley

swift change

turbulent winds

winter's last breath, clouds cry

spring celebration gone astray

may-day

Posted for Magpie Tales

Mag 216

 a cinquain