The first few lines of this poem were born a few days ago followed by a kind of silence. Maybe it was a little joke by Muse, given the title of the poem. I'm really not certain what was happening but today the rest of the poem was suddenly birthed.
The Sounds of Time - 08 & 15 Jul 12
Susurration Sand between fingers Sensuously Slide
Slipping under feet Sea kisses our toes Sowing new memories Seeding dreams
Slow Seconds Stretch into hours Stretch into days
Sounds of time Secret songs Sung out loud Souls in harmony
I'm puzzled by the alliteration and not certain how it was formed but I do like the effect.
Yesterday another poem in the Reality series started to grow ~ from the final stanza forward. Quite unusual for the last lines to come formed before anything else. It was completed this afternoon and I now present it here.
Reality Seven ~ Reality - 07 & 08 Jul 12
In our play She led us deep… Deep within the forest Into the Halls Of Poseidon
Amethysts shone Diamonds lit the way Our eyes reflected The beauty Skin glowed
We swam again In Ocean’s warmth Our thoughts entwined Dreams blended Our tails Moved in synchrony
Contagious smile Caressed me Said… Welcome home
It may be that this is the final poem in the Reality series - I feel that completion has been achieved but who knows what Muse knows.
I was supposed to be watching a DVD but Muse had other ideas and she started to steer me along a rather interesting path. I am often puzzled by what takes me into these places but am always well rewarded by the experience.
Waiting for Me - 06 Jul 12
Her breathing Slow Shallow Regular Her smile Warmer than fire
Walking through The chambers of my mind The hidden secret places That only dream Uncovered …Incompletely
She knew How to look past The images The ancient myths I inhabited Unconsciously
Saw me Looked At the dreams Knew me Looked at my dreams Entered them
Entered me Looked in all the places That I knew Have been Want to go Will touch
In slow gentle breath Said Let us go there See what we can find In our new worlds Seeking
This poem grew suddenly in the very early hours, the day was but a few hours old, Muse wouldn't allow me to relax but insisted that it was placed in a document and transferred to this blog immediately. I know better than to argue with Muse and her recommendations.
Panther in the Night - 01 Jul 12
Eyes ~ black Like polished coal Cut through me Touched me deep within Framed in green
Watched me Purred In the night Light rain ~ misted dark Jewelled fur
She lay beside me Took my hand ~ smiled Held me close I felt her warm breath On my neck
Sensuously She writhed against me Whispered ~ "...now my Love" In the darkness Panther
I feel that this is one of the better flow poems and hope you do too.
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