There is Always Light

 

In a dream a long time ago
I wandered on the edge of darkness
wondering if light would ever show
the black cobra sky, hissed, starless

A shaman greeted me on the trail
do you walk with the shadow people
discovering mysteries beyond the veil
can you see with the eyes of an eagle

I invite you to think about “now” a bit more
what will bring you joy in the morning light
spring is filled with small wonders to explore
have you ever seen a bird take it's first flight

My heart heavy from the weekend snow
I wandered on the edge of darkness
wondering where is the sun’s warm glow
seeking a refuge, a place of calmness

The trees of the forest bend and moan
storytellers, will share how they came to be
mysteries runs deep, filled with unknowns
drift into a lucid dream, I think you will agree

Past the darkness, there is always light….
let us fine a way for it to shine, forever bright

 

 linking with What's Going On?

Hosted by Sherry- writing about light

Thanks for visiting and reading the wanderings of my mind.

 Peace, love and light to all....

Golden Light of Dawn

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

Today, I thought of you and days gone past
our zany adventures into the unknown
dreamy visions , poetry enthusiasts
collecting our pouches of healing stones
never knowing how long the quest would last
on feather light wings our spirits have flown
following the rhythmic beat of bird song
rays of hope, in the golden light of dawn

 

written for dVerse
hosted by Grace

Today’s writing challenge: an Ottavo Rima poem written in 8-line octaves. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:

one octave poem. abababcc

Thanks for reading - not sure how I did...my mind is still foggy

I thought of a friend today.....

Sharp Blades Hurt

Courtesy of Pixabay

 

Once, I dreamt in fields of green
in a world where all seemed serene
following the tune of a magical harp
today, the blades of grass feel sharp
my heart aches and poetry hurts
thoughts are tumbleweeds in the desert
of my wandering mind....

written for dVerse
hosted by De
writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating the word "sharp"

Thank you for reading!

I haven't been around much, recovering from a bad case of covid….

Untouchable

I have watched you from a distance
conversed with you through poetry
written sonnets and ballads to you
my untouched love...

I have met you in the dreamscape
conversing with words from the heart
our story, our song remains a mystery
my UN-touchable love…

 

written for dVerse

hosted by De
writing a 44 word quadrille incorporating
the word "touch" 

Storms

I was born during the year’s biggest snowstorm
my mother said it was a miracle, I survived
weighing in at 5lbs, I fought to stay warm

Made love for the first time during a thunderstorm
in a loft under a skylight, flashes of lightning
learning the art of poetry in free form

I wanna know what love is…
I want you to show me…

Sometimes all I feel is the rain
Searching for life’s gentle refrain

I sailed on a boat of dreams during windstorms
navigating my way through treacherous waters
in the darkest moment, seeking a piece of norm

Made love with words during a poetic storm
you and I were doomed, a beautiful disaster
love has the power to overcome and transform

Have we forgotten what love is
I want you to tell me…

Sometimes all I feel is the rain
Searching for life’s gentle refrain

 

 

 Author's note:  I was inspired reading a poem yesterday by Brendan
so this is a wip....working through it...

linking with dVerse 

hosted by Merrill - writing about boats, ships or any kind of boating

This is What I know

 

It’s Wednesday,  and this is what I know
it’s cold and the ground covered with snow
lake mostly frozen, remains open in spots
there are two mallards with a goose mascot
my heart feels heavy hoping they survive
praying warm weather will soon arrive

It’s Wednesday,  and this is what I know
perched high on a branch caws a black crow
darkness set in like a poem written by Poe
and I wonder where the wild wind blows
tired of all this grayness and nasty weather
I day-dream  of spring flowers and heather

It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know
I hear the songs of the weeping willow
broken dreams, can whiskey warm the heart
who will pick us up, when life falls apart
surely the universe has a grand plan
the phoenix has an amazing wingspan

It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know
some days you just have to go with the flow

 

written for What's Going On?

hosted by Sherry - It's Wednesday,  and This is What I know
What are your thoughts for today?  Care to share?

A Goose Contemplates

Today, wandering in a snowy vista
a lone goose contemplates fate
broken wing, she is shore bound
 pondering words, do they hold weight

Today, wandering in a snowy vista
unfazed she stands on solid ground
searching for words on the canvas of day
listening to the trees creaking sound

Today, wandering in a snowy vista
there is a poem in view with no words
ruffling of feathers in the noon sunshine
 finding poetry in the majestic beauty of a bird

written for dVerse

hosted by Dora

Thank you for reading

Songs of my Youth

 

The music of my youth
it may be aging but, it's never dead
it's constantly playing in my head
filled with emotions and hidden truth

The music of my youth
traveling with me through time
sacred melodies, internal rhymes
searching my soul, becoming a sleuth

songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way

The music of my youth
comforting me while singing the blues
or whenever, I am thinking of you
some memories you just can't dilute

The music of my youth
filled with riffs and weeping guitars
dreaming of a one-of-a kind star
listening to a piano or far away flute...

songs of hope for better days, days, days
will we ever find our way..way...way

 

written for What's Going On?

hosted by Sherry

 

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Happy New Year!