Rolling with the Hills

Mountains at Saint-Rémy (Montagnes à Saint-Rémy)Vincent Van Gogh

Life is full of rolling hills
mountains are the hardest to climb
perhaps, it’s the altitude that brings chills

 Each step of desperation
courage comes from tribulation
nature a breath of inspiration
we are connected with creation

Life is full of rolling hills
Miss- Understood stands before me
listening to the mockingbird’s trill

 The sky a shade of melancholic blue
I guess, it depends on your point of view
you gave me a mountain, what am I to do
shine some rays of light to see me through

 Perhaps, we’re all just a work of art
trying to figure out the pieces of our heart
enjoy the beauty before it falls apart

Written for whatsgoingon
hosted by Susan writing about ‘hills’

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written for desperate poets
hosted by Brendan - writing about desperate beauty

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Brushes of Autumn

Courtesy of Pixabay

The falling autumn leaf
brushes against her cheek
the sweet musky smell
catches her by surprise

where have the flirty
floral scents gone….

lost in the colorful splendor
hidden from view a
decaying world

a time of transition
harvesting and preservation
necessities of life

written for dVerse
hosted by Lisa
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word "brush"

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The Goose and the World

There's a lone goose by the lake
she's a brave traveler by foot
broken wing, here she stays put
I think, did creator make a mistake

feeling her loneliness, we've all been there
as friends and family come and go...
I guess everyone's has to be somewhere
navigate your journey, take it slow

the world is a ring of beginnings and ends
don't waste time on things you cannot change
release positive energy into the universe, ascend
magical possibilities beyond the visual range

finish that poem, that story you started
be receptive to the flow of energy inward
learn from the past, be more open-hearted
drink from the cup of seven vineyards....

1st Oracle
The Goose from the Spirit of Animals Oracle

 

2nd Oracle
The world From the Rider Tarot Deck

 

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open link - hosted by Brendan

A second offering to his prompt on Oracles this week

author's note:  There is a lone goose by me who cannot fly she has a broken wing.  She has taken a young duck and 14 ducklings this spring under her wing.  They all survived by some miracle,  as birds of prey, turtles and foxes eyed them as a meal.  I call her Lucy and I look for her each day. Synchronicity is in play that I would select that specific card.

Bridging Oracles

Courtesy of Pixabay

Ha, how I rode, rode as a sea wind-chased,
mad with sudden freedom, mad with haste
hooves thundering, mane blowing in the autumn mist

Recalling the songs of my heart, how far must I travel
to escape these clouds of darkness in the land of lost
dreams, I sense an urgency to look past the brokenness
acknowledging the ghosts that I leave behind

Riding faster and faster my head throbbing with pain
can I out run the storm of pounding rain....

This poem a glimpse of a dream from long ago
bridging its way into September's moon-glow

I step into the enchanted circle of oak trees
the center is a soft field of leaves
to the tune of crunch, crunch, crunch
under my feet, I slow my pace...breathe..
in the scents of fall...in the clearing
three dear welcome me into their space
lying in the leaves becoming a leaf person
the journey before me opens on the path
of trees...releasing the crumbling pieces of
my heart...allowing new dreams to be born

written for desperate poets and linking with dVerse

Brendan is challenging us to use two oracle forms
the italic lines are the oracle lines chosen

1st Oracle:

A poem from Flint and Feather by E Pauline Johnson
I went with the first two lines my fingers touched from the book

2nd Oracle:

An oracle card I selected at a dream group many years ago - randomly selected from a pile I have

Dance With Me

Courtesy Pixabay

Sing me a lover's song
poetry in the street
one that makes me swoon
feel the rhythm of my heart
beat after precious beat

your guitar heats the night
flushed in fiery sunset
singing and clapping
take my hand, dance with me
a dusk we won't forget 

 

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hosted by Grace writing a Flamenca

not sure how I did, but at least I tried...

Take This Dream

Take this dream
under the stars and moon
have the courage to travel the unknown
create a haven in night's stillness
your soul knows the way

Take this dream
be gentle with yourself in darkness
believe you will reach your destination
let your thoughts reach the unreachable
listen to ancient wisdom in your soul

Take this dream
focus on the desires of your heart
follow the winds of transformation
take time to find harmony within
listen to the songs of your soul

Take this dream
build upon it in the morning light
turn it into something beautiful
share it with those who need a vision
embrace the poetry within your soul

Take this dream, I am too tired....

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Water Drums

Summer days fade away
the crowns of trees no longer green
at night the curtains dance in the
cool breeze, to a tune of falling leaves

the sea stirs with phantoms deep
why can’t we see the depth of
lost love, the haunting cries of
lives drifting into an abyss of darkness

the water drum bangs out a tune of
spiritual renewal…my eyes are heavy
drifting into a dream…I feel the anguish
of mother earth as the deer heart beats….

   Thump
    Thump
     Thump

In silence I watch a great blue heron
practicing patience in shallow waters
a lone goose takes a young duck and
fourteen ducklings under her broken wing
the sky turns apricot/plum, will she ever fly

  Honk
    Honk
      Honk

wondering , am I dreaming a feather falls
looking heavenward, I  see no bird…
I pick up the feather chanting in a tongue
learned in another dream

the feather grows into more feathers, then
a wing, body, legs and a face take form
a shaman stands before me…. I hear the
roar of thunder overhead…feel the rain
upon my face…NO not more rain, I am
weary from all the storms of life…

falling to my knees, I cry until the stars
appear…charting my way out of this
realm… I sail into the morning light

linking with What's Going On hosted by Sherry

linking with dVerse open link night - hosted by Bjorn

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author's note:  There has been a lot of rain here
lately and I am feeling the storms of life.   

What's Going On

courtesy of Pixaby

 

 

 

  

What’s going on you ask
every day it’s something new
some find salvation in a flask
the wildest tales ring true

What’s going on you ask
some days I wish I knew
everyone is wearing a mask
gate of truth hard to get through

Don’t let it go, let’s keep it alive
Let’s rock n’ roll, with each sunrise
Don’t let it go, let’s keep it alive
Let’s rock n’ roll, so we can survive

What’s going on you ask
yesterday, the moon wasn’t blue
finding answers not an easy task
weary soles, seeking the perfect shoe

What’s going on you ask
today, it’s the wanderings of my mind
seeking the light, a moment to bask
there’s still so much beauty to find

Don’t let it go, let’s keep it alive
Let’s rock n’ roll, with each sunrise
Don’t let it go, let’s keep it alive
Let’s rock n’ roll, so we can survive

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