The Uncertainty of the Poet

The Uncertainty of the Poet - Giorgio de Chirico

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riding on the train of uncertainty
in life can be a dangerous
adventure

tracks shift with little notice
leading into places unknown

full steam ahead 

testing your flexibility, is your spirit
made of marble hardened by strife
preferring to hide in the shadows
of the archway of yesterday 

caught in the art of still life

ripening bananas in the warmth
of the sun's glow does an appetite
for art grow

swimming in turquoise waters
head is in the clouds drifting
away with the poems of the day

linking with dVerse - Open Link Night hosted by Grace 
Grace has offered some prompt ideas for open link night

Thank you for reading  

Peacefulness of the Setting Sun

courtesy of Pixabay

In the peacefulness of the setting sun
I drum sitting cross-legged upon the earth
the fibers of my being seemingly undone
my vision of the world becoming blurred

show me the way where the owls dreams
where the birds sing in harmonious song
where thoughts of love continuously stream
show me the place where my soul belongs

sunlight kisses the lips of radiant moonlight
drifting into the prairies where buffalo roam
a dreamer wanders into wondrous starlight
following heartbeats to a place called home

show me the way where heaven & earth meet
where the wildflowers grow strong and free
where deer sprint away from unknown streets
show me the place where my soul longs to be

in the peacefulness of the setting sun
I drum sitting cross-legged upon the earth
the fibers of my being seamlessly beating as one
following inner dreams, leads to self-worth

linking with What's Going On? Yearning for Peace 
hosted by Mary

Intertwined With You!

Courtesy of Pixabay

Passionate
purple-orange sunsets
gazing into your alluring orbs

Intertwined
limbs sway under moonlight
whispering songs of our endless love

Tenderness
feathery wings of night
together soaring breathtaking heights

Whimsical
nightingales stirring tune
our hearts touching in romantic beats

linking with dVerse - hosted by Laura 

writing to the form Parallelogram de Crystalline  

Even, If It Was a Dream

Courtesy of Pixabay

She danced in a world of dreams seeking adventures in places unknown.  Sometimes, she just needed to escape the realities of life.  One night feeling heart-broken she wandered in a foggy mist. The eerie silence leading her into the thicker forest of a dream.  Up ahead she saw a figure resting on a tree stump.

He held a guitar in his hand softly strumming the blues. Her heart heavy,  she too was feeling a loss. In times of crisis to hurt is to steal hope and love. She stood at the crosswalk of change. 

She knelt beside him tenderly taking his hand she whispered in his ear “the songs of life will once again play”.  They promised  to find each other in the morning light. Their lives connected by the stars their wondrous story began. Even, if it was in a dream!

dVerse Prosery Monday 
hosted by Lisa

writing up to a 144 word piece of prose
incorporating this  line"To hurt is to steal" 
from Mysterious Ways by U2

Awaiting Sunrise

Courtesy of Pixabay

 Long after a dramatic sunset
restless lying in my bed
tomorrow planned in my head
contemplating the day’s regrets

Tonight, sleep is eluding me
yearning to drift into a dream or two
darkness haunts with thoughts of you
only sunrise will set me free

written for dVerse - the sun'll come up 
hosted by Lillian
writing a 44 quadrille - incorporating the word sunrise

Thank you for visiting - insomnia makes for long nights 

Crossroad of a Dream

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Standing at the crossroad of a dream
sojourning into the darkness alone
searching for signs silver moonbeams
starlight glistens in the vast unknown

thinking about all the places I've been
time seems to disappear into the night
thankful for the gleeful song of the wren
thistles line the cyclic path on the right

here I am, will you walk with me awhile
hoping to find the road to reconciliation
how far must I travel to see your smile
hickory trees have a strong foundation

entering the intersection of here and now
everything changes in a blink of an eye
exhausted resting under willow boughs
emotional I weep, tis love I cannot deny

dVerse hosted by Grace 
writing to the Trolaan Form

Thank you for reading - this was a difficult form