wind blows with gale force,
waves crash into the sand, I
submit in awe, love.
Haiku #16
Category Archives: Poems
Tanka #10
sit, watch, and wait, while
the Universe explains the
scene unfolding, and
the mystery within, as
one moment becomes the next.
In response to the WDYS #76 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Gift
Sitting, I ponder the nature of our
existence. Quiet mind, not a noise found
anywhere, silent, stillness, and so much
brilliance.
It fills my entire being with joy, of such
immenseness, at times it’s hard to actually
say more than this.
And, the more I learn, in fact, it seems
it’s in the saying less where we find out
what’s best.
It feels like it’s taken me an eternity to learn
this truth. Yet, it’s really only been one moment
since I was just a youth.
Time is funny that way, wouldn’t you say?
Long and drawn out in times of great stress,
or when we are simply unsure how to handle
life’s continuous tests.
And,
Short and awfully quick, in times when we
are in a hurry, rushing from here to there,
without even giving the scenery a second stare.
There is a third way, however, to see and experience,
all that surrounds you. It’s seen when we slow down,
and are present to each moment,
caring for them as if they were the only gift
that could possibly prevent our descent.
Friends (Repost)
I am reposting this poem, as it was just accepted into Spillwords!
I saw you
That first time
From across
The playground,
Though there were
So many people around,
You
Sure did stand out
They called me shy
Back then,
So as our eyes met,
I turned on my heel
In fret
Of the unknown, which
You conjured
In, my, then
Burgeoning
Imagination
And, the anticipation
Of our first real
Meeting, which
Filled me
With so many
Strange
And never
Felt before feelings
Of mystery
Inside my own
Young history
And, when you did
Approach?
I started for the door,
And you captured
My hand, and
Said, don’t
Be afraid, your
Safe with me
In the shade, of
Our first encounter
And, oh, what a joy
I did feel,
As my heart sped,
And then so did
My head
With thoughts of fancy,
And love
At first sight,
You were such a delight-
-ful being, grace and
Composure, a rock on
My shoulder, countenance
And magic
All rolled into one
For I did shelter in your
Embrace,
For many a year,
Through storms and triumphs,
All given with such grace
And composure
Even through
The most
Difficult
Exposure
To pain,
You were always
At my side, rain or
Shine,
I never did fear
You would slide away
Or hide come what may
Why?
Because you were
The first,
For all the rest
Were measured against,
My true love,
And first real friend
Witness
Journey with me, if you will, a trip
down an unknown street, and into an
unknown land filled with mystery and confusion,
it is a gift of life’s perfusion.
In one hand we can hold, if we are so bold,
this conundrum. A hidden balance, scales
moving back and forth in a dance that requires
special attention to see it’s worn out portension.
It’s like that often, and yet, most can only
hold the one view, a blow to soften.
The myriad of challenges and disappointments
that are part of the movement, seen and unseen,
just like in a dream. How do we then find our preen?
Practice makes the dance more noticeable
to the senses, yes, and also to the part of ourselves
that creates balance between
sensibility and our inner tranquility.
There is much that can be learned from within,
if we learn to quiet our mind, and sit in stillness,
thus becoming a silent witness.
Heed
At times I am filled with such deep
Emotion, it’s like my body has stopped
Working and the commotion running through
Me isn’t being sifted, instead I’m being through the
Heavens lifted.
An entirely different plane fills me, and I wonder
What it all means. Just for a second though,
as the tide turns, and the emotion that’s run through me
Is turning the corner, looking for more stormy weather
Out at sea.
The clouds open up, the lightning flashes, and
The thunder rumbles, and the depths pull at me
With such vigor, I become perplexed, and do not
Dither.
Instead I move with the dance, allowing it to cast
Me as is willed. Knowing that the play’s still playing,
And the last act’s not retiring, nay, still moving onto
Another scene, and I start praying.
Softly, silently, asking for guidance, knowing that
It’s always been there, and will forevermore be clear.
Even on stormy days, when the weather continues
On it’s own way, and we continue to play, and, to not
Be led astray.
Be all that you may, my dear, and let life fill you
As needed. It’s all we can do at times, just be, and let
Your soul heed it.
Stability
What lives inside the expected,
Is a river of gold so long for the road,
People often mistake it for their own abode.
When we think we know, we wander into
The scene with a predisposition toward
Contriteness, and not so much politeness.
We get stuck inside our own heads, leaving
Our heart in another’s hands. Walking away from
Heart is sure to give you a start, and a prodding
So don’t be beguiled, nay, keep trotting.
Movement is key, even when we are not
In the scene. We set our course with intention
Of course, and then let loose the heart we’ve been
Waiting for, which is our Source.
Times at an end, my friend, unleash all that is inside
You. Be not afraid of the things lurking in the dark,
For they’re not going to persuade you from your mark.
Even if for a time they chance a succession of events
That causes your mind to spin, be sure to let go
And untether your grin.
And, be at peace with the unexpected. Around every
Twist and turn know there’s a chance for more
Connected pieces. We pick them up as we go, don’t wait
Just recalibrate, and walk into the scene with a fresh
Sense of humility.
For it’s inside of the unexpected, where we can
find tranquility and our own sense
of pliability and stability.
In response to the Saturday RDP Unexpected, by Punam.
Haiku #15
sun rises slow, I
breathe in the last of night, and
wait, the sky aflame.
Unseen
As I close my eyes to the sky,
and breathe in deep, it occurs to me
that time as we understand it has stopped
belaboring me, while the vastness before me
unfolds and expands with a specialness that will
withstand all contrivances that the mind has planned.
Disrupting the pattern created over millennia,
I watch silently, as the breath moves in and out of
my body, and my heart slows down, to match the
hidden, and ever so mysterious criteria.
Listen and believe in the unseen, for even when
in doubt you can be sure that there is clout and
integrity in the system of stars and constellations that
remains, at times, hidden, yet always smitten.
And at others, it’s all we can do to catch a glimpse
of that magical consideration, and watch
as the dance of the cosmos plays out,
and all our dreams come about.
Believe, I say, in the unseen, and dream big right
into that emptiness, knowing all the while that
that vastness is where all of life’s
greatest gifts are awaiting your
focused attention, and future
dissemination.
In response to the WDYS #75 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Tanka #9
ponder existence,
contemplate and meditate
on the nature that
surrounds you, while moving in
the silent dance of intrigue
and one imagination.
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