Random thoughts, random memories, suddenly emerge from my past to tickle my mind and inspire me to create this poem. Whisperings - 30 Sep 13 An old memory Called forth by Chance sightings Of an image … A name … A whispering In the wind Of words carried Over the years … A place … Only remembered In a chance thought May not even be real Any longer The people and places alluded to in this poem, were essentially forgotten things from when I was about 17 years old and, as I said, may not even exist now.
This poem came to me a couple of lines at a time till it was fully formed. Shining Key - 29 Sep 13 The key I gave you To hold safe Still shines My Heart still craves Your touch Your lips Have shaped me Made me sing Now the key is yours Use it to open me Take me to you A Love poem with a little extra.
The first stanza shouted at me to get it down before it was forgotten, the remaining two waited for about an hour before emerging. Words Of A Song - 28 Sep 13 Melodies of an unwritten song Play in my mind Calling images to surface Dance in time to the tune Calling to be written Words chase around Touch my brain Repeat themselves In choral movements Exquisite chants Now we write Muse guides my hands Words once unwritten Write themselves Formed in beauty An extra special thank you to Muse who seemed to have a really strong hand in the writing of this poem.
Another poem which formed when I was on the verge of giving up, suddenly I found random words were calling to me. Not exactly a Love song but something involving an intoxication from a mysterious Lady. An Offer - 27 Sep 13 She looked at me Smiled a gentle smile Invited me To enter her garden Flowers bowed a greeting As I entered Shadowed by the Lady Nectar in her voice Pulled me further Claimed me with her offer Lost in her I think.
Just a short poem today in the form of a Senryū, rather than an Haikū, containing some special thoughts. Love Spark [Senryū] - 25 Sep 13 In the grey of day The spark of you shines brightly Tells me of your Love I do Love the three line, seventeen syllable restriction that it imposed in the form,
Reflecting seems to be something of a recurring theme for me, sometimes I see mirrors in my thoughts as well and they often inspire me to explore more deeply. Reflecting Us - 25 Sep 13 Touching you Touching me We Reflect our thoughts Between our Souls Between ourselves Play the music Of the dance As we touch We The structure of this poem feels a little odd but sometimes that is the way reflections work.
This afternoon, looking from my window, I was fascinated by the way the sunlight flickered as the cloud hurried past. It triggered the thought of a poem which finally emerged just a little after midnight. Race The Sun - 24 Sep 13 Watching the clouds Race the sun Rushing into the west Shadows dance Across the ground Trying to avoid The places where Shadows already sit Race the sun Into the night Being aware of events ~ always worth the effort.
This little poem took shape fairly early but it did not seem to want to finish, looking back on it perhaps it is complete. Traces Of You - 22 Sep 13 Fingerprints on my Heart Kisses on my Soul Left by you In moments of our Passion These traces always remain Another little Love song, taken perhaps, to a higher level.
After writing the body of the poem I tried to find a title, the only thing which came to mind was the title of the classic work "The Once And Future King". Obviously I could not use that so, with a minor change it all came together. Now And Future - 22 Sep 13 Memories of a day A time ~ a place When the echo Of something That has not yet Happened Is clear In my eyes ~ in my mind Touching is now This is yet another Love song.
Partly inspired by the fact that my broadband was misbehaving and I was being told that I needed a musical theme today this poem was birthed. Starsong - 21 Sep 13 Sitting in silence Starsong muted Anticipation Sunset curtains open Upon the night Overture begins Sometimes silence is a great aid to creativity. Other times it can be a drawback.
At first I had no ideas but then the Full Moon drew me in. Harvest Moon - 20 Sep 13 Harvest Moon watches Cool breeze Carries a subtle hint Smoke in the night Inviting light In the window Calling us home I just Love the way an accidental sighting or hearing can trigger a poem.
This is another of the poems which grew from the title liine. Watching Time - 19 Sep 13 Brief moments cascade past Scatter ~ feathers on the wind Warm snowflakes Caress my face as they fall I watch them Slow sand in an hourglass I really like the way these flows happen.
Just a little Love song. Rose Petal - 17 Sep 13 Rose petal On my pillow Left by her Token of Love Unending Dewdrop glistens Tear on the petal Love spoken In another language Sometimes these arrive somewhat unannounced.
This is just a statement of fact. Beauty - 15 Sep 13 In a moment of thought An understanding of beauty Instantly bathed and floated In the wonder That beauty IS Beauty IS everywhere and all around us and within us all.
Need I say that this is another of the "limite surréaliste" poems? I was wondering whether if the "W" in the title was necessary but then I felt that the strange ambiguity did rather help. Wrapt In Paradox - 13 & 14 Sep 13 In porcelain enfolded Silken scarves shroud The day holds darkness To kiss with the light Words sing in places We cannot touch Except by tasting The silence In a moonlit rose The spellchecker here in Blogger really doesn't like it ~ neither does it like spellchecker and Blogger ~ which is really strange.
Another of those days ~ it asked to be written about so I complied. Memory Of Dry - 12 Sep 13 Cold grey Washed with rain Wrapped in cloud Forgotten by the sun Hiding under trees Holding memories Dry In a pocket Another poem referring to keeping things in pockets ~ no real understanding of the reasons.
Words were randomly tumbling through my mind ~ I tried to capture a few rather unsuccessfully then, seemingly by chance, a few came together and this poem was birthed. Memories To Come - 12 Sep 13 In a secret place Within my Heart I have carried you Through all the Eternities We know Before we met The pre-echo of you Watched me Smiled and gently Touched A gentle touch Awoke a slumbering dream Showed us the new We Hand in hand Heart in Heart And so, another Love song arrives.
In a moment of quiet, while workmen outside took a break, I saw a photograph of a key and this poem grew quite quickly. It has an element of limite surréaliste about it. Key - 10 Sep 13 In the reflection of The mind’s eye A key Seeing what it opens Requesting permission To enter The doorway to your Heart In the sea Within you Waves draw me on To you You draw me in to you Also a small amount of inappropriate thoughts as well.
Another short poem which grew from the opening line into what you see here. Gateway - 10 Sep 13 Gates of Paradise Held open by a friendly hand Inviting ~ showing the way Temple bells softly chime Concord of bliss Sweet sounds resound Inspire the dance I find it quite interesting that a line can trigger an entire poem ~ especially when I have no idea where it is coming from or where it is going.
This is shorter than I had expected but I feel that it works quite well. Afternoon Love - 09 Sep 13 Sweet meadows shall be our bed In the everlasting afternoon Love transforms mundane Into wonderful Ordinary into Magical Wondering if it is possible to create a poem in one word ~ no, I am not setting myself a challenge here.
This poem arrived suddenly ~ I was hoping for something but was surprised at the content. Celebrating - 08 Sep 13 A conjoined memory Called forward Showing the experiences Of a Love We share Celebrating together In our perfect time Our Eternal space We hold For each other I really like it and say to Muse ~ "Thank you".
Strictly this is not really connected to the previous "View" poem but the title drew me in and I had to run with it. Another View, Another Place - 07 Sep 13 She watched me As I thought Contemplated How she played me How she played with me We enjoyed the game She watched me Smiled gently, sweetly Caressed me With her eyes Invited me to start Another game Wondering whether there will be more "View"s to come.
This poem grew from a chance sighting of someone's blog post and I was taken by a line similar to the title I have used here. View From Another Place - 05 Sep 13 The winds of change Blown strong over our borders Reshaped our thoughts To what they are now And show us What was What is What can be Just look The view is always changing Always new I Love these surprise prompts from Muse.
Another of the "limite surréaliste" series. Birthed in the early hours of the day when I was actually looking for something else to write. Watching Through Fingers - 05 Sep 13 Open moments Allowing me to peep in And see you looking Out at me Through my fingers Sifting the images In my mind Shaping them A flower to give you Another and probably more to follow.
This poem was inspired by memories of events which now feel that they belong to another lifetime. I do not feel that they are a part of me but they are still my memories and I think they belong in my pocket. Misplaced Memories - 04 Sep 13 We travelled together Along forgotten paths Scattering memories To the winds I remember when we Kissed At the Ocean’s edge … I think We walked on meadows In the moonlight In our dream Surrounded Memories come back From hidden corners Where I had forgotten To collect them again Trying to recall Where I left them So I can put them back In my pocket So many memories and most of them now irrelevant to me. I have a new life and am creating new memories daily.
The inspiration for this acrostic poem arrived in the very early hours of 02 Sep but it didn't seem to want to be written. Then suddenly, about twenty hours later, the words flowed. Labyrinth [Acrostic] - 02 Sep 13 Love persisting permits Absolute connections Between Souls Yours and mine Round the labyrinth Infinite journeys together Never apart Through all our Eternities Hearts kissing For those readers who are not certain ~ a labyrinth and a maze are NOT the same thing. A labyrinth is a meditative tool with a single path from entrance to centre and a maze is designed to get a player lost with many dead-ends.
Another of the poems which grow in the very early hours ~ the day was only a couple of hours old. Messages - 02 Sep 13 Within my Heart Messages held From you In moments of Passion Your words Will ever remind me Of what we have And share Our words tied In a Lovers knot Bound together With Joy Time is of no consequence to Muse ~ when she asks me to write ...
This poem grew suddenly and unexpectedly just after midnight. Ashes Of Day - 01 Sep 13 Broken offerings The promises of day Unfulfilled Now night arrives Offers new promises In the dream Born of ash Night lights glow Freshly kindled Open flames New promises offered Await New dawn Shine them out It seems to refer to the way each new day brings new promise.
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