In the very early hours of the day I kept hearing the word rainbows in various places, internal and external...and it was only when I really started to think about what I was hearing that this poem, or rather, series of poems were birthed. Before going to bed I realised that this was going to be a set of acrostic images and just after I woke I constructed the framework on which the poems were built.
Rainbows - 29 May 10
Reeds against the sky Etched silhouettes against blue Day just beginning
Overhead the sky is clear Rain has washed it clean Amber sunlight Now begins to paint the dawn Glowing with the Energy of a new day
You brought me through with words Eloquent, written on my heart Love poems filled with Little words...filled with you Overflowing with the love Written from your heart
Gathering thoughts Reflecting old memories Etched in the Energy of what is... Never ending
Blissful Love Unending Eternal
Incense weaving through the Night air carrying the magic Dancing through the senses In mystical songs Giving wings to the thoughts Of other worlds
Velvet dreams Inviting Opening to Love... Elemental... Transformational
A series of acrostic poems linked only by the theme of "Rainbows", two of these have just been posted elsewhere; "Red" is an Haiku and has been given a hashtag and is on the Twitter stream, "Green" is a Gogyohka and appears with the appropriate hashtag on the Gogyohka Junction page.
This poem grew in the very early hours of this morning, around the midnight hour seems to be a favourite time for Muse to tap me on my shoulder and request that I start to write. Just as well I am normally awake then...
Playground - 26 May 10
She paused Watching me A subtle smile Played across her lips Hinted at a kiss
Playing With my mind Teasing Only a little game Her eyes told me But she liked Playing
She wanted me To join the game Emperor to her Empress Lovers in our World The Universe Our playground
She offered her hand Warm and inviting Said...come with me I reached out Took her hand Looked deep Into her eyes And saw The playground awaited
Another of the poems which started unexpectedly but required a little coaxing to bring it to some kind of completion. It is a little more 'free-form' than most of the poems here but...well, see what you think.
Gentle Hand - 22 May 10
And time rolled by Waves across the sand Stirring my imagination With a gentle hand
Caressing me Holding my thoughts Wrapped in velvet Cradled in silk Perfumed With your special scent Your essence
Music playing in my mind Draws an ancient memory From a resting place Into the light Where an examination Will show The scars and smiles In equal measure
You reach out and take it Into your hand Smile into it...breathe into it Give a little kiss Make it so the pain can fade Shine the smiles Then put it back with Another kiss To keep it company
Along the strandline Two pairs of feet Mark the tide And trace The memories Where imagination has laid A gentle hand
I sometimes wonder where Muse finds these ideas to feed to me - other times I realise that they are hiding just beneath the surface of my mind.
Another poem that grew unexpectedly while listening to a song and a couple of words caught my attention particularly strongly, Muse insisted that it was written straight away and I now present it here.
Waited - 20 May 10
Waited... I have waited For longer Than you know For longer Than I care to rememeber For you To be beside me
To walk together Hand in hand In the way my dreams Have shown me To look upon The mysteries of dawn Of sunset And in the candlelight glow To look upon our mysteries
The mysteries of Muse - also something special for me.
This poem was birthed after I read the line "weave your love..." and I heard the loom start to clatter, I had to stop what I was doing and write it down before I was allowed to continue with my other stuff.
Woven - 13 May 10
Strands of silver Combed gently From the Moon Strands of blue Washed by The sea And woven Into a tapestry That shows An inticate pattern Of intermingled ...Dream... ...Reality... Where one ends And the other begins Is never clear Even the Dream Weaver Cannot see Or be certain Of where the boundary Runs
Come, let us see If we can trace The strands To see which is yours Which mine Or if they are truely Shared And ours
Another poem born from a few words gathered almost at random - when Muse says write it is a good idea to listen...
This is my first ever 'square poem' - more of an experiment but I feel that it works...if you don't think so, constructive comments and critisism are always welcomed.
Dreaming in the Afterglow - 05 May 10
Dreaming in the afterglow of our time together In that moment when all time paused The place in our thoughts where the Afterglow bathed us, kept us warm; Of places where we explored within Our innermost secret selves...together Time has no meaning when we are Together in each others arms
Square poems - like acrostics but using whole words...I will probably be back with a few more before too long.
I was heading for bed [at 05:20] when Muse requested that I made some notes for, what would be, this poem. The notes tied together thoughts, feelings and the actual experience of dawn breaking outside my window...
Night Watching - 03 May 10
Watching the day From both ends Across the night
Dusty gold painted Clouds Escort the Sun As he slides below The horizon
Night takes the shadows Into herself And wakes the stars Decorate the sky With ancient visions To dance across My thoughts In midnight halls
Dawn brings light Into the sky Black changes to blue Salmon brushed across The early cloud
Now sleep takes me On a different journey While daylight Tries and fails To keep me awake
Real events, flavoured [just a little] with seasoning from Muse.
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