quill graphic courtesy of Maatkara & suseann
"Boreas" by John William Waterhouse - courtesy of Haran
A Poet's Instinct
Tender Hearts
weep easily
at the setting of the Sun,
knowing this day
will never come again...
Gentle Souls
sigh quietly
at the sound
of an approaching storm,
knowing it brings
the possibilities of terror
& Growth...
Tears flow softly
from sorrowful, shadowed eyes
at the darkness we have seen ~
it is not a simple thing,
to be a caring Spirit ~
the weight of the World
is fierce ~
yet, there are many
bearing this burden equally,
sharing the desire
to keep Beauty intact...
Breath of the Poet
I inhale Life
& exhale poetry
filled with sound,
sensation
& Memory ~
when I am weary,
I pick up my pen
& chant...
There is clarity
in Sorrow
& revelation
in Joy
that determines
the direction
of Vision ~
I only let it pour
undistilled,
undisturbed
by disdain...
Sometimes,
I have wings
& sometimes,
I crawl ~
it all depends
upon the depths
of darkness
or the circumference
of Light...
I do not create ~
I only sigh...
Survival of the Poet
I have moaned silence
into the depths of shadows ~
I have sighed contentedly
under the influence of Light ~
I have whispered while dancing
on the infinite borders between...
We are mighty, even in our weakness
& we are stronger than we'll ever know ~
keep breathing, keep singing, keep rising
to the call of Wonder that echoes,
surging rapidly through your veins...
I have collapsed within my Self,
immersed in Grief too intense to bear ~
I have stood tall against injustice,
defending those too meek
to protest their imposed Fate ~
I have merged Heart & Soul
with another,
finding Faith & Hope in Love...
I have lived my Life
as often as I could
& regret nothing
that has served
to lead me
Home...
Your Brilliant Fires (For My Friends)
You warm my World
with your sacred Sun,
bringing lingering Light
that penetrates
the periphery
of my sorrowful Shadows...
You dance in my eyes
to music so divine,
I can only rise
& rhythm with you...
Underneath this wild,
howling Moon,
I hear the soothing whisper
of your powerful voice
& my Soul leaps in Wonder
at the Truth you bear
as a delicate Gift
of Grandeur...
How can I tell you
of the Peace I find
in your Presence?
How can I explain
how deeply you move
my raging Heart?
Know this now,
my gentle Friends ~
you have written
lullabyes
with my tears
& radiant rhapsodies
with my Joy...
Warriors of Words
Cast not ye aspersions
upon these sacred tomes
of gladness and woe ~
Scribes have bled mightily
upon this parchment,
seeking infinite Wisdom
at the gates of gathering Souls...
Enter not these hallowed halls
with malice in your Heart ~
ye will be set upon
by the dragons of Hell,
designated for protection,
for this blessed temple
will not withstand
an undercutting of its foundation...
Walk softly with solemnity
apparent in your demeanor ~
there are Truths being revealed here
that will unveil falsehoods and cruelty
for the evil
that they bring...
This Tribe is strong in its mission
to save humanity
from its foolish foibles,
wise in its determination
to root out the painted lies
that would tear this fabric
asunder ~
we stand shoulder to shoulder,
swords and pens at the ready,
prepared to do battle
for Justice...
Journey Beyond Time II
Dancing lightly on the currents of Life,
the Soul navigates
through treacherous climes ~
submerged in the mighty depths
of the tempests' wrath,
we navigate Thought perilously close
to madness...
We must become pirates of Destiny
before our Vision can surpass
the boundaries
of an imposed Horizon,
seizing bounty with zealous intent,
clasping treasure to our rapid hearts...
N'er regret
the lack of wind in your sails ~
patience will be rewarded
with sudden gusts that unfurl your flags
with impertinent speed...
There are those left behind
on the silent shore
who would willingly trade
their earth~bound feet
for a chance
to coast along these unfathomable waters,
quietly free...
Be glorious as you soar
towards the sacred sky,
for there are eyes upon you,
measuring the distance
between you and the Sun...
"Psyche Entering the Garden" by John William Waterhouse
Adding your comment:
Thank you, my Friend. I'm glad you liked 'em. Don't know how many books have been sold yet. I'm hoping it does well. My style has changed a great deal, especially in the past couple of months; I think it's much stronger & deeper now & that pleases me immensely. AP has had a lot to do with that. I appreciate ya, Poet. 
Wanda
Thank you for reading & for your kind comments, Linda...I'm pleased you enjoyed it...Be well, Poet...
High praise indeed, from da Meister...
Sweet Pea
C'mon back when ya can, Lady...
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