dusty, and delicious

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 more…

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 thee…

the door opens, oh,
the sound, as
light comes forth,
the wafting deliciousness
is smelled for miles around…I

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 enough…

…until I succumb
to the last crumb…

In response to the WDYS#103 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.

Image credit; Jovan Vasiljević


#poetry, #anticipation, #childhood, #donuts, #life, #memories, #poem, #reflection, #wdys

one of our favorite pastimes

Image credit; Tumisu @ Pixabay

letters loved,
and images
delivered

to the
forefront
of our
consciousness,
creating rhymes,
at times, sublime

stories, they
always do
shine

loved
as a child,
displayed
in the books

we
treasure
as a
clandestine

meeting
of minds

as, our
imaginations
conjure textures
of places
far and wide,
doing well
to abide
in one of our
favorite pastimes

In response to the WDYS #95 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #books, #childhood, #life, #love, #memories, #poem, #reminiscence, #stories, #wdys95

to live a life as full as heeded

Photo by Svyatoslav Romanov on Unsplash

locked inside
a container,
of my own making

I struggle to find
the light,
complete absence
thereof,
sets me off with a fright

struggling
to breath,
wondering
if life
is all that it seems

I get quiet,
quiet enough
to hear
the hammering
of my heart,
against
my painful chest

then,

it picks up
speed,
in relation
to the myriad
thoughts
roiling around my head,

faster
than anything
can be said
to have sped

slowing
them down
not possible,
tools escape me,
trapped,
and isolated,
tears well
in my eyes,
and I even,
at that time,
struggle to cry

they
leak instead,
when fullness
overflows
into stations
of another
portended foundation

and,

years later,
I will reflect on
these times,
after learning
has been delivered,
and understanding
is bourgeoning
within my hearts center

holding
these memories
ever so lightly,
abiding in my center
and knowing,
though painful,
these experiences,
were necessary, and
needed,
to live a life as full
as heeded


#poetry, #center, #emotions, #foundation, #heart, #knowing, #learning, #letting-go, #life, #living, #love, #memories, #poem, #poems, #reminiscence, #understanding

Presence is Present as a Present: Amber and Jeff (2)

Photo by Jamie Pilgrim on Unsplash

I sit and stare out the window,
as light, refracting,
dances and glints at me,
reminiscent of memories of another
time,
filling my face with light that
glows brightly from within as
the presence
sits upright and holds tight.

Within the temple of my senses,
the mystery I contemplate
awakens me
to the quiet immensity
of the antenna of my satellite.

I watch, listen, and learn, from
within,
the presence fills me with such
delight, and
the awakening keeps my mind clear
insight.

The outer world’s reflection
is alive with sprites,
beings in this garden
of Gaia’s night.

Behold,
the sense of alight
you feel,
as you watch,
the silent observer within,
for the next part of this
rhyme,
we may call life’s present to
sight.

Dreaming imagination,
yet steady observance
within this soul vehicle,
drifting in and out
of shades of consciousness
whilst grounding to the foundations
of the earth’s core vibration.

Within and without, such
a dance of wonder and joy
to conjure and explore. Stay and move
with the vibration that’s there, for it’s the gift
of this life’s stability and core.

Presence is present as a present,
multitudes of every giving galore.

We hope you enjoyed this second collaboration between Amber of DiosRaw and myself. Much fun.

#poetry, #awakening, #consciousness, #contemplation, #gaia, #imagination, #introspection, #light, #memories, #poem, #poems, #presence, #present, #senses, #soul, #stability, #vibration