I dream of roots, strangling me, veins
reaching out, from beyond the grave,
torturing me in this wild placeโฆ
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 unboundโฆ
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time slows down, just like a train
entering the service station, as
light refracts off a mix of glass diamondsโฆ
cut differently all,
as colors bleed through them,
and out the other side,
pouring love into the universe, by designโฆ
we watch
with rapt awe and attention,
as love is transmitted via the chrysalis,
through the atmospheric tension,
and into the hearts of every part of living creationโฆ
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rocks covered in green,
the misty between,
sitting at the edge of the unseen,
wondering what this mystery is to meโฆas
reflection gives way
to transgressions of the past,
and mind continues to flitter,
here, and there, I
sit quietly, watching and observing the
drama play out, without a shoutโฆas
flitter turns
inside out, and brings with it some cloutโฆnow
slowing downโฆas
love arises from the center
of all things beautifully configuredโฆ
In response to the WDYS#104 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Sean Robertson @ Unsplash
a broken land,
found in my dreams
distant, yet close to hand,
presence felt, matters not, as
everything stopsโฆyet, the seas continue to
breathe in, and
hold my heart tight,
letting relations drop
when biting starts,
as a safe haven
draws stars upon
our collective scars, storedโฆas the wind
exhales deeply, and
infuses us, with
the love
weโve all been waiting forโฆ
the moon
speaks to me,
languages learned
through discorded earth
traveling from afar,
I quest into
the understanding shown,
close to heart, and
yet still from afar,
Iโve learntโฆ
โฆthrough
distances purged,
I indulge in the urge, and
request more at the moons behest,
as seeing, sees fit
to offer more,
closing the distances met
between me,
and the seas,
trees, and flowers
blooming abundantlyโฆ
realizing love
is at the center
of all things seen,
and felt in-between
the moons myriad phases,
and my truncated
belief
in this dreamโฆfor it is
in the unseen,
where life lives in this moment,
as you and I hold hands,
wish upon a star,
say goodnight to the moon,
and swoon, as delight
lights
up our hearts,
and makes space
for the love
we feel
on this
night
in full bloomโฆ
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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
beneathโฆas
spinning becomes relatable,
just like the tree tops
swaying in the winds dismay,
as they play together
in the midst
of all thatโs lovingly displayed
for you and me,
on this most gorgeous dayโฆ
I walk
on the sands of time
feeling bereft, and
out of line
with natures
progression,
I, stop, and digest
my vision quest
and, call forth
the winds, a true testโฆ
of our ability
to align
with lifeโs requests
one step in front
of the other, feeling
the granules beneath, feet
on solid footing,
even when Iโm unsure
of the current effortingโฆas
realization dawns, and
the withdrawn, now gone,
is transformed into something more
than Iโve ever doneโฆ
dusty,
and delicious,
a fond remembrance
of times gone by,
a child of five,
eagerly awaiting,
pacing back and forth,
looking at the door, wanting moreโฆ
creaks now sound,
pacing stops,
gliding towards the door, I go,
stop, and wait patiently, I see
in the mirror, me
smile brimming,
heart delighted,
rocking towards my heels,
glee from within, waiting on theeโฆ
the door opens, oh,
the sound, as
light comes forth,
the wafting deliciousness
is smelled for miles aroundโฆI
now bound up, and
over the table,
ready to dig in, selection
important, take only one,
towards me it comes,
biggest bites as possible
are just enoughโฆ
โฆuntil I succumb
to the last crumbโฆ
In response to the WDYS#103 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Jovan Vasiljeviฤ
a dream,
mind conjures, as
intuition blossoms, and
reflects upon
conditioned aspects
of time borrowedโฆ
harsh
as they seem
we grew through
the pain and agonyโฆ
trials and tribulations
abound, as we recount
each moment, and, at times, drown
in the feelings
swallowing us whole,
like a magical black holeโฆ.
spinning vortex,
light withdrawn,
senses expand, reaching
out for a hand
to hold onto at lastโฆ
breathing in lifeโs energy,
we wrestle with time,
and the nature
of the agonies
written upon
the sands
of our collective destiniesโฆas
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 whyโฆ
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 beginโฆ
seeing brokenness
within, without,
and everywhere about, I shout
at the skyโฆeverywhere, I flyโฆ
emotions high,
and the depths, deep, and dry
as spinning begins,
and the trees look at me
with a silent grin, speaking
of something Iโve missed, I stopโฆ
digressโฆpause, and breathe life inโฆ
slowing down now, I see
the moonlight cascade
off the tree, and, just then,
something else stirs from within
full of tears, and ready
to beginโฆthis pool
of light glistens
off a reservoir,
felt, yet never been called
to sit inโฆwhile
the
moment
stretches out
to the east,
and west againโฆand
head meets heart
for the first time,
they bond together just fineโฆas
love blossoms,
they align,
and
time melts into the sublimeโฆ
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