the fields brown grass reminds of tall tasks
flowers not yet weeping
seeds buried deep
awaiting the stars signal
to start creeping
toward the light on the other side
where crimson colored apples
and white-washed cotton candy
fill the skies
they are the seeds
made out of the kindest touch
and a whole lot of hope and love
A shorter version of this poem is also available on Twitter.
Photo by Bessi, Pixabay
my emotions crumble, as the weight of the world
trembles
walking in the forest, I pick cherry pits from
the ceiling
and
loose the heavens upon my heart, with one wish
and prayer
I dare
to walk among the trees, and see faith in humanity
a dream
when worlds collide among egoistic travesties
crimson colored roses, remind me of bloodshed and
gore
in the moment
resting along the thorns, dreams leak from my eyes,
as arises
despise
while peace lives on the other side, in an envelope
of bliss
I send it along with my heart, stamped and sealed with a kiss
Sending all of my love and prayers to the people of Ukraine. We stand with you.
Photo by neelam279, Pixabay
humanity is like a dream, closing
in on me, feeling
cloaked
and
drowning on the tide, consciousness
fleeing with the setting
sun, and
the
beams
of falling love
raining mauve patterns
across my
mind
delivering reassurance of a kind, as
the sand in between my toes
reminds
me
of
a doe, as it flits across the field,
wandering into nature’s
scape
of a love, made real…
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
the red brick wall
is covered in stories, holding the heat of 1000 nations,
imbibed with something
extraordinarily
stationed…as
we bear witness to a
façade that cracks,
and crumbles,
as each piece
of story
falls,
and
tumbles…
picked up by passersby, as they journey behind time,
washing themselves in the riddle of
human
kind
leaving their fingerprints upon the surface, adding
their stories to the
collectivity
it is
their
purpose
molding their hearts together, while adding one more
story
to love’s, ever-burning, furnace…
Photo by uvlik05, Pixabay
a candlelight vigil, dispelling the darkness, in times
crucial, heart and hearth roam free, as we
settle into the
nature of
our
persistence, understanding more, let compassion soar
into the unknown, as we prepare for
another year
bestowed
we know not
what
comes,
yet faith can
guide us from
the shadows,
and into
the
glory of each moment, taking the time to smell
the flowers, and feel the breeze caress
our hearts gently
as we unleash the power of love from the tips
of our fingers, to the tops of
every tower, for
it is in
this
insistence,
we carry love forward
to assist,
in our collective existence….
In response to the WDYS #114 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!
Image credit; Being. the. traveler@ Pexels
a cabin retreat, along a placid lake, tucked in-
between the mountain pass,
a valley covered
in shadows
and
amid the sky, entranced…
mirror images, advance, wanting to be one,
breathing into the same intelligence,
not seen, only ever
present
to
the sheen, and magnificence of this moment,
taking in the splendor we’re
afforded
we allow our hearts to open, as love is displayed
so generously to everyone,
awarded…
In response to the WDYS#109 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Pixabay (free images)
I’m covered in a blanket of darkness
as the wind caresses my skin,
and opens me up again
wide, as the sky is deep, I pause
and breathe all of life in…
closing my eyes, I try to remember
why
and where we last met, as love arises
within
towards
the thinness, atmospheric tension, begins…
a tranquility, and calmness beneath the sea, stirs,
and a tremble in the earth shakes
the reverie combined,
mirth
set aside for the dawn,
as love blossoms over the sun…
Portions of this poem may have been inspired by love warmly from aroused, by calmkate. If you’ve not read Kate’s poem, check it out when you have a moment, it is lovely.
Photo by MilanLA, Pixabay
I dream of roots, strangling me, veins
reaching out, from beyond the grave,
torturing me in this wild place…
as dreams move into another phase,
something
bursts from the ground, no sound,
or other people around,
a beautiful shoot, out, sprouts,
beginning its journey
into the unknown, already unbound…
Photo by Pixabay
I climb
from the sea, a
journey from underneath,
scraping, and crawling
toward my destiny,
I mind
the feelings
from the deep, as
they speak of love,
light, and the twisted return
of all that burns
me
from
beneath…as
spinning becomes relatable,
just like the tree tops
swaying in the winds dismay,
as they play together
in the midst
of all that’s lovingly displayed
for you and me,
on this most gorgeous day…
a dream,
mind conjures, as
intuition blossoms, and
reflects upon
conditioned aspects
of time borrowed…
harsh
as they seem
we grew through
the pain and agony…
trials and tribulations
abound, as we recount
each moment, and, at times, drown
in the feelings
swallowing us whole,
like a magical black hole….
spinning vortex,
light withdrawn,
senses expand, reaching
out for a hand
to hold onto at last…
breathing in life’s energy,
we wrestle with time,
and the nature
of the agonies
written upon
the sands
of our collective destinies…as
light shows back up,
speaking in the language
of love lost, pain healed, and
compassion given out, to all those that shout,
curse at the skies, and wonder why…
as deep inside,
we recognize our face
in the collection of pictures
we see in the mirror
of our humanity,
as we (re)adjust within
and get ready to again begin…
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