Dolphin Muse

Time After Time

2012-01-16T15:51:00.000Z

This is the third and final part of the Time sequence of poems, I feel that it has been brought to a satisfying conclusion ~ with some assistance from Muse.

Time After Time - 15 Jan 12

We traced the time-lines
From each beginning
All beginnings
Through everywhen
Watched the games
We played – play out
Felt again the dance
Through the Universe

In this place
Time after time
We can rest
No more do we need
The dance or the games
But because we enjoy them
We shall
Play on

Home now
Wrapped in each other’s arms
We sit and watch
The stars

Where will the next saga take us? Muse only leaves subtle hints but I am certain that, wherever we go, it will be fun.

Step By Step

2012-01-12T14:58:00.000Z

This is the second of three poems in a Time sequence, the first one was "Time Before Time". I was given the titles of this and the next poem just after I wrote the first one and have been waiting for something to grow around the title. Muse prompted me in the early hours [again] and I now present it here.

Step By Step - 12 Jan 12

In our thoughts and dreams
Through all our lives
Our paths meandered
Crossed and re-crossed
Only one thing we knew
Was certain through all of them
Our Love’s constancy

From our beginnings
We moved
Step by step
Through the starstream
Drank from the waters
Of Infinity
And kissed our Love

Still our dancing thoughts
Take us on
To worlds undreamed
Under skies of wonder

The third poem in the sequence should be arriving soon, with a few hints from Muse.

Time Before Time

2012-01-08T17:12:00.002Z

Another poem to arrive during the night when everyone else is sleeping. I had been watching a DVD when certain words and phrases started to sound in my thoughts - when I finished watching the words were still there so...

Time Before Time - 08 Jan 12

In the time before time
You held the beauty
You were powerful
Your beauty held me
I was your willing captive
Now, here and now
You still hold me
Your touch still goes deep
Deep within me
I am still your willing captive
Your kisses bind me
Hold me
Keep me
Happily
Captive

I offer my kisses
To try to hold you
You say that there is no need
You say that you are mine
Have been, before time was time
Always have been
Always will be

I am really happy with the way that my Muse feeds things to play with in my mind.

Dancing

2012-01-04T23:41:00.000Z

This poem crawled into my mind during the afternoon - normally they arrive during the night - I never argue though and am pleased to present it here.

Dancing - 04 Jan 12

Dancing in the dark
To a soft song
Listening to the rain
Washing the window
Drops catch the lamplight
Dance down the pane

Pressed against each other
Enveloped by the music
Enveloped by our Love
Sharing sweet kisses
As we move
Through the night

Caressed by dawn’s soft light
We dance on
Song still plays in our Hearts
We still play in our Hearts
The words can be heard
Through our Eternities

I was surprised by this poem's arrival but am really pleased with the result ~ thank you Muse.

Abyss

2012-01-01T17:47:00.000Z

Birthed in the very early hours of the first day of the year, when Muse says "you should write" I cannot argue. A quote, seen in quite a few places, helped to bring this poem out.

"...when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you." From "Beyond Good and Evil" by Friedrich Nietzsche.

Abyss - 01 Jan 12

Standing on the edge
I look down
The abyss
Looks back
With unblinking eyes

Sweet smell
Sage smoke
Wafts through my mind
Catches
A corner of my eye

Reminds me
Where I am
My toes grab the edge
I am
Where I must be

Gazing
Asking
Waiting

Happy to be posting things here to Muse on the first day of the New Year.

Pleasures [Countdown]

2011-12-31T15:03:00.000Z

This poem was inspired, in part at least, by the fact that this is the last day of 2011 and while I was composing it the word "countdown" kept drifting through my mind and I realised that it was necessary to blend the two ideas into one whole.

Pleasures [Countdown] - 31 Dec 11

The ghosts of our dreams
Dance in syncopated
Mystery
Over all the feelings
In all the times
We shared

Bodies scattered
In ecstatic abandon
From pleasured
Shared
Loves

I feel your touch
Unreserved
Giving without expectation
Taking with gratitude

We both knew
We both new
New worlds

Standing on the edge
Ready to fly

And now...?

Thank you Muse for offering me this new piece.
All that is left now is to say...
Blethen Noweth da
[For non-Cornish speakers ~ Happy New Year]

Shadows of the Moon

2011-12-24T16:21:00.010Z

Another of the poems which grew from seed in the very early hours of the day. This time I am not certain where the seed came from but I am pleased with the effect and thank my Muse for showing it to me.

Shadows of the Moon - 24 Dec 11

Moon shine
Sun dark
Whispers of falling stars
Tell me of times
When we danced
When we kissed
Just to remind me
Of how things were

And now…

Shadows In an abandoned well
Act out the drama
Upon the stage
Supported by cobwebs
Followed by the dancers
Singers of the plaintive song
Dancers in the shadows

And then…

We kissed again
Our thoughts mingled
Blended
Grew together
Became one
In the light of the Moon
She knew
Smiled at us

And always…

Glancing through the Eternal Moment.

Journey Into Day

2011-12-23T14:57:00.008Z

I find it fascinating, when Muse taps me on the shoulder and indicates that I should write something, the end result is - I feel - rather special.

Journey Into Day - 23 Dec 11

I’d come so far
Before I saw you
Before I knew
Who I was
Who you were

The long dark morning
Born out of dark night
Left the spirits watching
Keeping guard
In the empty places
Where the echoes
Of me
Still live

Reaching out
With unguided hand
Seeing
With sightless eyes
Waiting for the Sun

Touched by the Sun
Your light held me
As the harbour lights
Faded
I watched you
Held you
Dreamed you into me
…Dreamed

Come so far
Then I saw you
Finally I knew
Who I was
Who you were

Another of the poems birthed in the very early hours of the day - thanks for the prompt my Muse.

Waiting

2011-12-17T20:44:00.009Z

This poem took a little while to get near to completion but it still didn't feel right, I asked a friend and two words were changed. This change improved the flow completely and I felt that it was ready to be posted here.

Waiting - 16 Dec 11

I waited for you
At the edge
Of time
I promised you
I would be there
Till you arrived

Aeons danced
Through our Eternity
Waves washed the shore
Time sang his sweet song
Echoed through the years

Your promise to me
Still whispers In my mind
…I will be there…
I see the smile in your eyes
Caressing my face
Kissing my Soul

I feel that it was worth the wait and my thanks to Muse and to my friend for the suggestions.

Midnight Journeys

2011-12-14T17:13:00.011Z

This poem was inspired, in small part, by several things; listening to a track from Epitaph called "Visions", remembering the early King Crimson and my own "Warlord Suite". Some of the themes can be heard here though none of them really predominate and this end result is something that is mine. Well, see what you think...

Midnight Journeys - 12 Dec 11

Leaving a trail
Of feathers
Whispering
Of Moon-dark Journeys
And tales
Of secret meetings
On the Temple steps

We
Touched
And
Held

The peacock sings
A mellow song
Of wandering jesters
And tired jokes
Heard only by those
Who know and smile
At the wistful words
And gentle sounds

Kissed
Under
The
Trees

The watchers did not
Understand…but only stood
And swayed
To a random rhythm
Created in thunder
Petted the phœnix’
Fiery back
Regardless of the flames

Lay
On
Silken
Sheets

Watching the serpents
Dance around the staff
Our eyes entranced
We dream the Moon
Into the day
Pull her close to us
Taste sweet kisses
On the fabric of her robe

Midnight
Journeys
In
Dream

The joke here is "the peacock's mellow song" - have you heard a peacock call?

In the Moment of the Rising Dream

2011-12-12T16:22:00.012Z

This is another of the poems which took a little while to fully emerge, the main title and the section titles appeared first - followed a few hours later by the first and third sections. The central section only appeared after a full day but I feel that the wait was worth it.

The terms "first contact" and "last contact" are space-watchers terms to denote the moments when the leading edge and the trailing edge of the observed thing, like the Moon, appears above then clears the sky-line.

In the Moment of the Rising Dream - 09 Dec 11

First Contact

The church bell
Starts to call the midnight hour
Ensnares my mind
Thoughts drifting In the cage
Of yesterday

Transit

She stood
Stared
Into the fountain’s mirror
Rippled image

She tried to catch
The fleeting shapes
As they left a trail
Across her mind

Glittering in the dark
Trying to rival
The stars
They shine

Dream fragments
Show untidily
Disturbed by the fading
Bell

Last Contact

Once the echoes
Faded
Broken Into single tones
Teased my memories
Tomorrow starts to run

I hope you enjoy this new offering. Thank you Muse for your prompting.

She Waits / Night Prison

2011-12-09T19:21:00.013Z

This poem didn't take too long to write but, I have to admit this, I have no idea where it came from. The words just seemed to tumble out onto the "page" and shaped themselves into two interlinked tracts, the four-line and five-line stanzas can be read as individual three-stanza poems or, as I have posted them here - a unified work. See what you think...

She Waits / Night Prison - 09 Dec 11

Nearly closed
The rusted iron gates
Wrapped with ivy
Pretend to defend

In veils of mist
She waits…
Her tender fingers beckon
Asking me
To touch

In a cloudless sky
Leafless trees ensnare the Moon
Hold her prisoner
Ransom demanded of the Sun

Tendrils of the night
Mist
Snags her gown
In cold and wet
She waits

Dawn so long away
Colours of imagining
No brush
To drag them ‘cross the sky

Ivy will take her tears
Gratitude for sadness
Feed upon the salty drops
Endlessly waiting
She invites me

I thank Muse for starting me off on a new voyage of discovery, always wondering where these will lead.

Shades

2011-11-30T23:15:00.010Z

Another poem that seemed to want to stay on the back-burner for a fairly long time but it now feels ready to release into the blog.

Shades - 28 Nov 11

In the pre-dawn dark
I watched the sparks
From the fire of night
Spiral to the sky
To call the coming Sun

Shades of night
Still dance
In courtly manner
In the corners
Of the world’s dreams

Our dreams now take
Centre stage
Confident
They walk
Leading our waking selves

Shades of day
Banished
Dreams now brighter
Than the Sun
Fill our eyes

Light on the path
All around us
Leading the way
Listen to the music…
Let us dance

This is also another of the Muse inspired songs - She likes to keep me thinking.

The Cloister Bell

2011-11-26T15:09:00.017Z

The opening line of this poem had been in my mind for a couple of days, though I had no idea where it was leading me...till yesterday, when more started to grow and the end result I now present here.

Cloister Cemetery in the Snow
Caspar David Friedrich
[1810]

The Cloister Bell - 24 Nov 11

The Cloister bell
…Cracked…
Rang in discord
Across the endless snow
…Muffled…
Crows, rooks and ravens
In funereal waed
Cluster round
The fresh dug grave
Eye the stones
With their worn-out words
Unread through ages
Hooded eyes watch
With predatory air

Landscape mocks
White on black
The mourners
Black on white

A solitary scarlet rose
Cast upon the ground
Mocks blood
Soon hidden by the snow
Ignored by the birds

Then silence
Save the Cloister bell
Tolling

One word may need to be explained ~ Waed [pronounced “weed”] is an Old English word meaning, “garment”. It still is in use, with the spelling "weed", in the phrase "widow's weeds"
referring to the mourning clothes.

I thank my Muse for hinting so strongly about what I needed to do for this poem.

This is my offering for:
http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/29/openlinknight-week-20/

Fading Dreams

2011-11-21T19:38:00.010Z

I was watching some tracks on YouTube when a few words heard, or probably misheard, triggered some words of my own to start to come together in my mind. This is an antithesis of the usual love poems that have been appearing here, I just feel that my brain wanted to scribe something different.

Fading Dreams - 21 Nov 11

Fading dreams
A handful of petals
Crumbling now…
In my pocket the thorns
Remind me
Blood on my fingertips
I taste the salt

Dawn was not a release
Cloud smudged the sun
Night held on
To the thoughts
That birthed the
Dreams
Spewed them into the morning

Dreams are all I really had
Once shining bright
Now tattered, tarnished
Cast to rust
Across the ground
I rise into the cold
Followed by the fading dreams

I hasten to say here that this poem is in no way autobiographical and nothing should be read into these words except the random triggering that my Muse offers.

This is my offering for...
http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/22/open-link-night-week-19/

and...
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2011/11/paradise-lost.html

Ocean Dreaming

2011-10-18T02:30:00.008+01:00

Listening to a piece of music, I was suddenly aware that Muse was nudging me again. The words came together over a short time and I was left wondering if I could add the music here with the poem - no obvious method so I shall have to consider alternative ways - on with the poem.

Ocean Dreaming - 17 Oct 11

The embers of the fading day
Mostly ash
But glows, still
Chase around
Like earthbound
Northern Lights

You held me close
As we watched
The last glimmer of the sun
Burnish the horizon

Ocean dreaming
Captivated us
Melded with our own dreams
To feed us
Show us
New worlds

Muse offers things in, sometimes, the strangest ways.

Night...Filled

2011-10-09T16:36:00.007+01:00

Another poem, the seeds were sown just after midnight and it flowered about an hour later, the title emerged just as I was typing it up before posting it here.

Night...Filled - 09 Oct 11

Sunshine hiding all day long
Behind a veil of cloud
Darkness gathers round my house
To hold the light within

In my rooms
She waited
Singing softly
Songs of enchantment
Songs of love
Words to bind us
Gently
For Eternity

I watched the darkness
Filled with her song
Moths danced
To her words

I felt her call
Deep within me
Irresistible
I would not resist…
Her song
Echoed mine

I turned
Went to her

I love these Love songs that Muse inspires me to write.

Rain : Two Views

2011-10-06T18:47:00.007+01:00

Each part of this poem was birthed separately but in the very early hours of the morning, like fraternal twins, related but in no way identical. Each was inspired by something seen; in the first, the way that the landscape was lost in the cloud - in the second, street lamplight refracted by raindrops on my window.

Rain : Two Views - 06 Oct 11

I

Rain
Blurs the boundaries
Between sky and earth
Rain
Blurs the boundaries
Between mind and reality

II

Stars dropped by the clouds
Scattered
Thrown against my window
By the wind
Random patterns
Rain constellations

Muse has a rather interesting way of showing me things, to inspire thoughts which then have to be written down - no matter the hour or place.

Night Flight

2011-10-03T22:32:00.012+01:00

The opening line of this poem had been drifting in and out of my consciousness for the whole afternoon till, in the late evening, it emerged with more than I had expected in the way of content.

Night Flight - 03 Oct 11

On tattered wings she flew
Through night’s
Spangled dome
Onward
Toward a fleeting dawn

Her lover
…Waited
In a distant land
On a distant shore
…Listened
To the wind soughing
Through the grass
Rattling the stems
…Watched
As the waves danced
To the rhythm of the breeze
…Called
With his mind
Come to me

Owls circled him
Whispered
She is on the way
She will be here
Soon

She saw his spark
On the beach
And knew
They would be
Together forever

There are several small inspiration points in this poem all coming together in these stanzas.

Sea Of Time

2011-10-02T19:02:00.009+01:00

Little words and phrases had been drifting through my mind for most of the afternoon so I sat and started to type and, as quite often happens, the poem grew rapidly with only a few prompts from Muse.

Sea Of Time - 02 Oct 11

Standing on the sand
On the shore
Waves of the Sea of Time
Washing around my feet

I remember you
In all our lives
We shared together
Dreaming our realities

Waiting for you now
On this last day
When we shall be together
Forever

Come to me – kiss me
Walk with me – let us fly
Infinity
Shall be our new playground

I love when Muse starts prompting and then allows me to get on with it.

Tantalus

2011-10-01T01:42:00.011+01:00

This poem took rather longer to become fully formed - a matter of several hours - but I feel satisfied with the result.

Tantalus - 30 Sep 11

She stood
Tantalising
Vision of her beauty
Just out of reach
Tantalus
Taste of her nectar
Almost…
Within my lips
On my tongue

Night visions she conjured
She danced with me
Around me
Within my mind
Across the dreaming
Landscape where my Soul
Stood guard
Motionless
Over me

Day dreams she formed
To place in the waking me
To dance with her
Within her
Touching
Caressing
Enticing
Waking me to see
Her beauty

Playing with reality
She built worlds
For us to live
Where we could experience
Each other
Feel
Play
Search for the key
To the Tantalus

I hope the key is within your grasp and that you are not being teased.

She Tasted Me

2011-09-27T18:34:00.005+01:00

I had fully intended to write a different poem, even had a provisional title and theme in mind but Muse had another idea for me and this is what grew from her suggestions.

She Tasted Me - 27 Sep 11

She tested me
She tasted me
Lips
Tarrying
On bare skin

Fingertips
Dancing
Caressing
Playing hide and seek
Through my hair

Warm breath
Unexpectedly blows
Teasing
Goosebumps
From secret places

She knew how
She knew where
Whispered
Secrets
She woke me

Perhaps the poem I had intended to write will be allowed out in the near future.

This is my entry for,
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/27/openlinknight-week-11

Creating Now

2011-09-24T19:36:00.008+01:00

A friend showed me a quote from "A History of Cornwall" by F E Halliday [c 1959], it read;
"...as we travel to Land's End we also travel back in time, towards our beginning."
This triggered something and almost immediately this poem was born.

Creating Now - 24 Sep 11

Standing
At the dawn of time
Where land and sea
Meet and kiss
In the place where
All our yesterdays
Are born
And
All our tomorrows
Are yet to be

Feeling the Ocean
Beckoning, inviting
Holding out
Her moist hands
To me…
Come my Love
Let us create
Our now

Muse gives no notice as to her nudges and she can offer some surprising things.

Whispers

2011-09-13T20:35:00.009+01:00

A windy afternoon, I heard her whispers and felt her presence - Muse has different ways of making herself known and offering suggestions for a new poem.

Whispers - 13 Sep 11

Lightly stepping on the boards
Her breath
Soft
Whispers
Her eyes
Gleaming
Expectation shivers

Delicate fingers
Open the door
She watches his sleeping form
Smiles
Whispers
Her lips
Licked
Anticipation

Slipping beside him
Not touching
Just watching
In his dream he
Whispers
Her name
She enters
His dream

I love the way Muse works to offer ideas and suggestions, her assistance is always welcomed.

Soul Summoning Spell

2011-09-12T14:54:00.010+01:00

As so often happens, Muse tapped me on the shoulder some time after midnight and offered some suggestions for a new piece. I didn't know where it would lead but am rather pleased with the result.

Soul Summoning Spell - 12 Sep 11

Still she sang
Her old song
In the dusky darkness
Where Moonlight never reached

Lamenting loves lost
In years gone by
While watching new flames
Growing in her heart

Watching waves wash
Across the sand
While the distant lantern
Lights from ships sail beyond the bay

Tasting tomorrow’s tea
Her heady brew enticing
Drawing him closer
Into her grasp

Evening’s ebon eternity
Holds her … waiting
As her lover, spell-bound
Approaches through the night

Spell-bound he might be but willingly he is drawn to her side.
Yes, I am aware of the inspiration that Led Zeppelin left in a gentle way.
Muse is never to be denied, her suggestions always worth listening to for the words she offers.

This is my offering to:
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/13/open-link-night-week-9/

A Sad Song

2011-09-06T01:16:00.014+01:00

Writing, once again, in the dark of night with soft music for company. Muse said, "your turn" and asked me to take up pen and write.

A Sad Song - 06 Sep 11

I know I said it
Once
A long time ago
As I walked toward you
I said
I love you
But now I realise
I was walking in vain

I know I said it
In the dark of
A starless night
When even the Moon
Chose not to look
And my words
Lost their way
In the dark

I know I said it
But dark tears
Washed the traces
The feint footprints
From the path
And my lost words
Were walking in the rain
Again

Interesting how a thought can take you into places that have not been explored and can only be seen in the dark of night.
This poem / song is not autobiographical, nor is it about anyone I know, it is just a feeling that grew out of the music to which I was listening at that moment.

This is my offering for:
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/06/open-link-night-week-8/

Dark Friend

2011-09-02T18:14:00.006+01:00

I was listening to some instrumental music when words started to drift through my mind, pen and paper taken up and the poem flowed. I'm not certain that I can say that much about it or who the poem is about but I offer it to you.

Dark Friend - 02 Sep 11

She walked alone
Through deserted streets
Held in
Night’s cool embrace

A strange dark friend
She knew him well
Many years
Together ~ comforting ~ conversations

When daylight cracked the sky
Alone again she found herself
Dawn glow
Ghostly light fills the sky

Alone still ~ her friend within
Companion in the dark
Light … lover
Always together never lonely

Muse has a wonderful habit of tapping me on my shoulder when I least expect her arrival.

Rain Flows

2011-08-24T17:37:00.010+01:00

I had just finished writing a review of a draft poem a lovely friend intended to post and included in what I had said I wrote the line "Rain flows in my mind". I realised then that I had to do something with it and gradually the remaining words flowed into my mind. After a few more prompts from Muse the poem was completed today.

Rain Flows - 24 Aug 11

Soft drumming on the roof
Trickle from an open tap
Within the cloud
Rain flows in my mind

Each drip translated
Into light
Scintillating
Coruscating
I see the colours
Of the sound

Rainbows writhe
In syncopated symphonies
Dance in light
Across the rivers
In my mind

Seeing the song
Hearing the light
Feeling the dance
Of the rivers
Rain flows in my mind

I offer this to you, make of it what you will - Muse doesn't always explain the meanings of the poems or prose that she inspires - but comments are, as usual, always welcomed.

This is an offering to http://dversepoets.com/2011/08/23/openlinknight-week-6/

Ocean Song including The Message

2011-08-05T00:30:00.013+01:00

After a rather long gap Muse again requested that I start to write again. She dropped some interesting ideas into my thoughts including one for a photographic version of "The Message", I hope to present that before too long. "The Message" is constructed as a Gogyohka - five lines - set in the middle of a group of four-line stanzas and was originally birthed as a stand-alone Gogyohka but Muse and I knew that there was more to come...

Ocean Song - 04 Aug 11
Including The Message

To the water’s edge
Down across the sand
My footsteps
Wove the rhythm

Watched the waves
Wash the stones
Half-buried
Weed entangled

Heard the words
Whispered by the water
Carried
From your lips

Afternoon sky
Rainbow reflected
On the shards
Of crystal

I wrote the words
Upon the sand
And waited
For the tide
To take my message to you

Ripples lick
The fragment words
Absorb them into
Her heart

I heard my words
Reflected back from her
To me…
I love you

It turned out that this was to form another part of the Ocean Love Songs series of poems, Haiga and Gogyohka that have been growing over the last few months.

Awake Nightmares

2011-07-17T19:31:00.009+01:00

This is a recounting of an actual event which took place a couple of nights ago, triggered by some fairly strong medication to try to ease some severe pains in my shoulder. The medication was also causing some nearly continuous hiccups and so...

Awake Nightmares - 15 Jul 11

Hic
A ghastly
Hic
Metronome
Hic
Counting off
Hic
Three-second
Hic
Intervals
Hic
Into the rest of the night
The visions in my mind
Stilled
Silenced
By the constant hiccups
The constant
Conspiracy
Between lung and gut
To annoy

Shh
Listen…the voices whispered
In the sudden silence
They could be heard
Again
And Muse
Stepped forward
She had suggestions
For another poem

A cow in the distance
A bird calls
A car softly rumbles past
A church bell strikes two
…what?

No shush
Hic
The metronome
Hic
Again drowns out
The voices

I did manage to get to sleep but only after Muse got me to write this poem out [yes, I can write by hand as well as using a keyboard].

Close Your Eyes

2011-07-01T01:56:00.009+01:00

I was sitting, listening to music - as so often happens, when I felt Muse gently nudging me and, within thirty minutes this poem was birthed. I offer it to you here for your consideration.

Close Your Eyes - 01 Jul 11

Close your eyes
Let me touch you
In places
In ways
That have never been done
Before

Close your eyes
Let my kisses
Lift you
Show you
Places that my Love
Can take you

Close your eyes
Let my breath
Brush your skin
Kiss your Goosebumps
Feel them chase
Across you

Open your eyes
Look deep within mine
See me looking at you
Feel my Love
Wash over you
Drown in my Love

It is a long time since I scribed a Love Song, I must admit that I feel that this one works rather well.
Thank you Muse, for the prompt.

Fool Moon

2011-06-25T20:18:00.016+01:00

The inspiration for this poem came from a TwitPic that I had accidentally mis-named "Fool Moon" instead of "Full Moon", I was initially irritated but the name grew on me and - after a conversation with a lovely friend - decided that I would create a poem using that accidental name.

Fool Moon - 25 Jun 11

In the evening sky
She woke
Looked down
To find her lover

She hopes that he sees
Her dance...
Clinging to her hope

Through the trees
Bushes
Fool Moon
Dances
With tears in her eyes

He wanders
Looking for her
In valleys
Cross rivers
Down to the Ocean

He danced
To attract her attention
Hopefully...
Though he didn't see her

Never looking
In the right places

The Fool
Dances
Under the
Fool Moon

I would like to thank Muse for gently re-positioning my fingers to create the phrase "Fool Moon" in the first place and my friend dani for suggesting that there is a poem in there somewhere.

Come Speak To Me

2011-06-13T15:12:00.009+01:00

Image - Moonset by Ainsley Allmark

Come speak to me
Tell me of your loves for me
Parted from me
On your voyages to distant worlds
Your Earth-bound Lover
Waits for your return
To hear the tales
Of alien worlds and moonsets
Under different suns

Muse drew the words from me a line at a time, then requested it be illustrated using a different form to anything I had previously used - here then, is my offering.

Spark 12 by dani harris and Ainsley Allmark

2011-06-11T19:23:00.041+01:00

This post is to mark the entry of dani harris and I to Spark 12

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Ainsley Allmark
Inspiration piece

dani harris
response

a tree i once met

i don't recall

ever seeing

...no... ever meeting

such a tree

before or since

.

she had no branches on one side

she leaned the other way

where all her limbs

seemed to be reaching out

protectively

.

if you moved

within a few feet of her

there was a palpable feeling

of motherly love

and watchfulness

.

without a doubt

she has stood guard for years on end

enveloping all who grow near

with love

and safe refuge from the storms

..

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dani harris
Inspiration piece

i wonder what they say?

.

in the quiet of the night

when the Moon is full

not a star can be seen

because the Moon outshines them all

..

with the first blush of pink

in the morning sky

i wonder what the Sun says

to the Moon as he passes by?

..

in the quiet of the night

when the Moon is partially hidden

you may see a little twinkle

of a lonely star here or there

..

when the Moon is on

one side of the world

and the Sun is on the other

i wonder who they talk to?

..

in the quiet of the night

when the Moon is but a sliver

the sky becomes full of stars

dancing with delight

..

when the Sun is setting

and the Moon is nigh

i wonder what he says to her

as they pass each other by?

..

Ainsley Allmark
response piece

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We hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing and working with the photographs.

You can take a look at the originals of these two offerings on the Spark site
dani's is here
and mine is here

Look at the whole
SPARK
web site

You can see more of dani's works on her blog page

http://haikulovesongs.wordpress.com/
Well worth taking a look.

Oceans Of The Moon

2011-06-02T23:12:00.011+01:00

The title for this poem was actually placed in my mind on 21 May 11 but it was only this afternoon that the poem itself was birthed. Interestingly it is also part of the "Ocean Love Songs" group.

Oceans Of The Moon - 02 Jun 11

In a dark land
Tide dancing
Combing the sand
Washing the stones
Taking memories back
To the depths from which
They were born

I feel the pull of the tide
Wrapping round my feet
Embracing my legs
Talking to my mind
Showing me
...Things
...Places
...Her face

Watching and listening
I hear the whispers
Of the hidden Souls
In the Oceans of the Moon

I too,
Am there
Listen for my voice
When you stand and watch
The waves
I will call to you
When you lose your thoughts
And loose your thoughts
To the whispers
In the depths
Of the
Oceans of the Moon

I find it interesting that the title came to me weeks before the poem did. I don't know why this should be the case but I love watching the flow from Muse.

Evenglow

2011-05-31T21:01:00.012+01:00

I have been inspired to produce a series of poems based on photographs of the sea or with a water theme and it has been suggested that they are collectively called "Ocean Love Songs". This is the first of a longer work without a visual link though looking at some of the photograhs I have posted on Visions can give a clue as to the inspiration I have been working through.

Evenglow - 31 May 11

Sunset
Temple of Evening
Starfire glows across the sky
Moonrise
Evenglow paints the cloud
Pale pink above the sun

She watched
From Her Rainbow Spire
She saw me stand beside the Ocean
I looked
To catch a glimpsse
Of Her reflection on the waves

Once again I thank Muse for the inspiration.
I shall be compiling the "Ocean Love Songs" in some form before too long - perhaps when I feel that it is complete.

Carnival

2011-05-26T18:27:00.002+01:00

This poem was presented to me in two parts with an instruction from Muse to put them together as one; I only have a faint awareness of what it is about so will not be trying to explore the meanings, I just present it to you here.

Carnival - 25 May 11

Evening shatters daylight glimmers
Carries the fragments
To the stars
Shadows remain
Come out to play
Where once did day
Upon the waves
Skip lightly
Carnival of stones
Watchers dreaming
On the shore
While fiddlers annoy
The hermit
In the dark

I can see some of the references but really cannot say what it all means. Muse sometimes plays games with my mind - I don't mind if something interesting comes out of it.

Mirrors

2011-05-15T22:03:00.007+01:00

After what seems to be a very long gap, Muse tapped me on my shoulder and suggested that I started to write. Mirrors is the poem which grew without any effort.

Mirrors - 15 May 11

Mirrored hallways
Leading to secret rooms
I look in
I look out
Dreamt memories

Images of things
That could never have happened
Watched
In the hallways
Mirrored dreams
Face to face
With me
Remembering

Images of things
That might have happened
Watching them run again
In the mirrors
To different conclusions
All the
Might have beens
Gathering
From my past

Images of things
That did happen
Now haunt me
In the mirrors
Down darkened hallways
In curtained rooms
Shut away from daylight
Veiled mirrors

Images of things
That might happen
A glimpse of sunlight
In the mirrors secret eyes
A subtle smile
Watching me
Watching you
Watching the future

Another slightly strange poem - partially autobiographical, partly imagination and all inspired by Muse, thank you Muse.

Night To Night

2011-04-25T16:08:00.008+01:00

The first stanza was born in the early hours of 24 Apr 11 when I noticed a last-quarter Moon hanging over the eastern skyline, it fell neatly in Haikū format. Another day passed before the second and third stanzas asked to be birthed, the second in Tanka and the third back in Haikū form.

Night To Night - 24/25 Apr 11

Half Moon ~ Eastern sky
Wind rattling willow leaves
Owls serenading

Dawn ~ Sun rushing on
Racing wind ~ chasing a cloud
Shadows hide the dark
Night waits in caves, crevices
Waiting for time to emerge

Sunset, sets night free
To roam the land ~ sing with owls
Nightingales surprised

I find it fascinating the way poems are birthed and...sometimes, insist on being birthed.

Remember When...

2011-04-22T20:38:00.008+01:00

The first four lines slipped into my mind yesterday but something prevented me from doing anything with them. This afternoon, in the gathering dark of a clouded sunset, the remaining words arrived.

Remember When... - 22 Apr 11

Remember when...
In the purple haze
Of a summer afternoon
We sat
And dreamed
Of our futures
Together

Remember when...
Words we shared
From distant worlds
Played in our
Now
With feelings that made
Our love complete

Remember when...
Yes, I remember
Even though it hasn't happened
Yet
Fluid time flows around us
Forming memories
For us to live

Remember...the future is always fluid and is for us to shape.
Thank you Muse, for reminding me.

Love's Dance

2011-04-09T19:45:00.006+01:00

Early this afternoon [09 Apr 11] the first stanza wandered into my mind, by late afternoon it had been completed.

Love's Dance - 09 Apr 11

Dancing in the dark
With only the light of stars
To guide our footsteps

Listen to the sea
Provide the sweet melody
To which we can dance

Across golden sands
Our steps follow, synchronous,
Flowing with the waves

We dance into dawn
Golden light now fills the sky
Stars still there - watching

Dance ~ in Haikū time
Among the infinite stars
Dance with me, my love

All I can say now is, thank you Muse.

Roses Are Read

2011-04-06T17:53:00.006+01:00

A Fantasia on an original theme by Sir Edmund Spenser [1552 - 1599] from his "The Faerie Quene" [Book Three, Canto 6, Stanza 6] written in 1590.
This was also seen in various nursery rhymes and other things from 1784 to the present day.

Roses Are Read - 05 Apr 11

Roses are read
The words dripping
Like bloody tears
To velvet robes

Violets blew
In tousled waves
Across the ground
To rest upon the bank

Honey's sweet
Nectar changed in secret ways
So that the flavour reminds me
Of the time we spent together

And so...my thoughts
Remain with you in all my days
Through all the ways
Your magic has enwrapped me

This is my offering for One Stop Poetry...
http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/04/one-shot-poetry-wednesday-week-40.html
...I hope you like it - *smiling shyly*.

Dream's Edge

2011-04-05T18:57:00.007+01:00

This poem took twenty hours to come from the original acrostic inspiration to be fully formed.
If there is anyone out there who hasn't met the acrostic concept - the first letter of each line is from the title, in this case even the apostrophe counts as a letter, so that the poem continues the theme and meaning of the original line.
It has been a long time since my last acrostic but...

Dream's Edge - 05 Apr 11

Delving into the depths
Reaching for a hidden thought...
Enigmatic shadows
Awaken memories and dreams
Manifested around, through and
'tween the worlds of wake...
Sleep holds the higher hand

Elegant forms of spirits
Dance through my night
Giving secret forms to my memories and an
Edge where we can meet

When Muse asks me to write it sometimes takes a little while but usually I find that it is quite satisfying - I like this one...comments?

Unexpected

2011-03-31T15:37:00.005+01:00

A curious little love song that grew, as so often the case, from just a couple of words...

Unexpected - 31 Mar 11

Unexpected
The way she watched me
I wasn't prepared
For what I felt
The way she touched me
In ways that reached within
And woke me

I didn't realise
How deep
Till my Heart opened
And I felt her eyes
Look in
And touch my Soul
To wake me

Thank you Muse for the inspiration.

Fragments Of A Day

2011-03-28T19:43:00.008+01:00

This poem started to grow on 21 Mar 11 and was brought to completion this afternoon 28 Mar 11 when the final lines arrived. It is unusual in the manner of its birth, each of the lines [except for the last two] appeared individually on Twitter at random times each day and was, only later, compiled into the complete form now presented here.

Fragments Of A Day - 21 Mar 11

Drifting into a dark afternoon
Wherein some shattered fragments
Of the sundered worlds
And tattered wings against the eyes of night
Held firm
As sunlight fades fast into the starlight realm

Stardrift across an endless dark
Pinprick jewels pierce the night
Shattered shards of crystal
Illumined from within
Illuminating a path
Toward a dawn

Unusual in another way too, I almost forgot what the preceeding lines were, when each new line was formed.
This is a rather different poem - comments, as usual, are welcomed.

More Than My Friend

2011-03-26T17:12:00.006Z

Another little love song that grew in the middle of the night, just as they so often do. I present it here without any explanation whatsoever.

More Than My Friend - 26 Mar 11

You became my friend
My confidant
My lover

You knew my every need
You watched me
Cared for me

Held me in ways I never knew
I needed to be held
Never did

Now my needs fulfilled
You are here
For me
...
Forever

I love the way these little love songs appear without warning and ask to be written out and posted without delay - thank you Muse.

Reaching Out

2011-03-24T00:41:00.006Z

This poem grew suddenly in the very late hours of the day - getting in by a matter of minutes - as is usual Muse showed me where to go with this and it needed no additional work. I offer it here now...

Reaching Out - 23 Mar 11

Reaching out to take my hand
She gazed deep within
My eyes
Within
My Soul
Reached places
I never knew
Were there to be touched

She opened me up
Opened me out
Laid me bare
Took me out
Dusted me off
Smiled at
What she found

She held me
Smiled
Laid a gentle kiss
Upon me
Then led me onward
On to her

I always find that Muse should be honoured and allowed to lead me where words can be found for me to forge into poems - so...thank you Muse.

Between...

2011-03-12T19:18:00.008Z

This poem has been waiting to be properly formed for several days, only the first stanza had been written. This afternoon the remaining parts finally came together for me.

Between... - 12 Mar 11

Standing on the edge
Between dream
And awake
Feeling your touch
Deep within me

Walking
In the empty places
Where no one ever goes
We talk
Smile...hold hands

Along the shore
Where waves
Kiss our feet
And where we feel the Moon
Kiss our Souls

In all these places
I feel you with me
Holding me
Loving me
As I love you

Love poetry shows up at odd moments and feels really satisfying when it does.

Day Dance

2011-03-05T22:27:00.008Z

This is another of the things which suddenly grow but for the first time it grew into an actual song to which I may attempt to add some music at some point - in the meantime I present the lyrics.

Day Dance - 05 Mar 11

We walked along the sand
Hand in hand
Footprints leaving little pools
Slowly filling with the memories
Of our passing...

[Chorus]
You shared the dawn
With me
We took the afternoon
Into our hearts
The evening flames
In the fireplace
Warmed us
Promised us
A new day for our journey

The gentle waves of today
Sound in our thoughts
Like the songs
We sang in the dawn
Rainbow sky
Aurora shine
Morning

[Chorus]

Watching birds
Dancing on the ocean
Dancing with our thoughts
Playing
Afternoon games
Slipping slowly into the west
Carrying our words
To illuminate the sky

[Chorus]

And when the day closes
Eventide mysteries
Together we watch the flames
Dance around the logs
Starlit patterns
Shining bright
Dreams catch them
Burn bright to show a new path
Into a new day

[Chorus]

This feels good to me, what do you think?

Infinity

2011-03-03T17:52:00.015Z

The idea for writing a prose piece for a change came to me a couple of days ago but other things took precedence - it took another evening to complete and I offer it to you now with minimal explanation.

Infinity - 01 Mar 11

She was lying on her stomach; her chin resting on her left hand and her right was tracing an infinity sign with her fingertip - over and over, in the warm sand.

She didn't know why, didn't even know why it was important, just thought that it was necessary that the horizontal eight was drawn by her, repeatedly.

A fleeting shadow passed over her and she looked up but was instantly dazzled by the sun; quickly she looked down but the afterimages of blue streaks and spots interfered with her vision.

She crumpled the smooth patch of sand where she had been drawing, with her hand, scraping down into the cool depths and meeting moistness below.

"Damn." The word muttered under her breath echoed in her mind.

She dragged herself to her feet and looked around, a lone gull had been hovering precariously on the breeze, with a single cry it slipped sideways and was gone.

She walked down to the water's edge, stared out to sea for long moments then turned to her right and walked with her feet just avoiding the little waves.

Hours passed and, although she didn't feel tired, she sat on the sand to look at the sea again; enjoying the languid movements of the waves.

Without her noticing, her right hand started to trace the figure eight in the sand beside her again.

A grain of sand caught under her fingernail and she looked down, sighed and picked her finger clean.

She stood and looked to the right then started to walk again, her shadow beneath her feet.

The sound of the waves had an hypnotic effect as she walked, her eyes wandered out over the sea and she watched as several gulls flew just above the waves before landing in the water.

She sat to watch the gulls cleaning themselves, she wanted to get comfortable so she lay on her stomach and rested her head on her left hand; she smoothed a patch of sand with her right hand and started to draw with her fingertip.

A pattern emerged, a figure of eight lying on its side, over and over her finger moved to trace the shape in the sand.

A fleeting shadow passed over her and she looked up and was instantly dazzled by the sun...

Offered, as I said, without any real background information...comments, as always, are always welcomed.

SPARK 11

2011-03-02T00:09:00.020Z

This post is to mark the entry of dani harris and I to Spark 11

Ainsley Allmark

Response

dani harris

my one true love

Inspiration Piece

she is part of me as much

as the heart which beats in my chest

she gives me life as much

as my lungs breathing in the air

she feeds my soul as much

as the sight of all of the beauty in nature

she fills me with passion as much

as the desire for a beautiful woman

i could not live without her

she nurtures me as much as a mother her babe

my one true love

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Ainsley Allmark

Inspiration Piece

dani harris

another day

Response

the sea reaches up to the sky in greeting

loudly and with abandon

happy to begin another day

wishing to share his joy with all

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We hope you enjoyed reading this as much as we enjoyed writing and working with the photos.

Pupil...Teacher

2011-02-28T19:19:00.008Z

Yesterday evening this was the poem that was nearly complete when "Evening Haikū" came through and requested to be posted, now complete I offer it here.

Pupil...Teacher - 27 Feb 11

I thought...
I knew it all
I thought...
That I had been
Taken where I needed
To go
To learn

Then you saw me
Touched me
Let me see
Who you are
Who I am
And where
I have never been

Leading me
Showing me
Teaching me
Letting me be
Who I am
In the world
...Just be

In that moment
I saw
I realised
I became
Pupil...teacher
All at once
We learned together

I hope you feel that it was worth the wait...my Muse does but she is biased.

Evening Haikū

2011-02-27T21:05:00.006Z

I was actually composing another poem when these words were suggested to me, they flowed so smoothly that I felt that they were asking to be posted first - I know better than to argue...

Evening Haikū - 27 Feb 11

Now the afternoon
Stretches long shadows, blue mist,
Toward the moonrise

Daytime is closing
Candles flicker in the dark
Call you home to me

Across the ocean
Last glint of daylight shimmers
Between sky and sea

Waiting for you now
I know you are on your way
To be in my arms

I love the surprise arrival of poems, thanking Muse for the prompts.

Fingers

2011-02-24T18:23:00.003Z

#Gogyohka

Story

2011-02-23T21:05:00.005Z

#Haiga #Haiku

My offering for this weeks http://onestoppoetry.com/

Wish ~ A Duet

2011-02-19T01:27:00.023Z

In a break from the usual things I post here a renga, a collaborative linked poem comprised of Haikū, entitled "Wish ~ A Duet". dani harris and I started writing it a little while ago and we think that we have taken it to the point where we now feel it can be published. We are presenting it simultaneously on her pages and here.

Wish ~ A Duet - 19 Feb 11

♥

dani:
what would you have me
do for you if any wish
i could grant to you?
♥

Ainsley:
One touch, your gentle
hand rested for a moment
on my heart, with love
♥

dani:
one touch, from the hand
of a loving heart ….. the touch
of your beloved
♥

Ainsley:
A smile and a kiss
just to brush your fingertips
as they touch my heart
♥

dani:
shivers down my spine
from the light touch of your lips
on my fingertips.....
♥

Ainsley:
Fingertips follow
your wandering shivers...down...
explore soft wonders
♥

dani:
a soft moan escapes
my lips... my hand on your heart
feels it beat faster
♥

Ainsley:
My lips kiss your moan
taste it tenderly...kissing
before it flies off
♥

dani:
my lips meeting yours...
one kiss just the beginning
of passion's release
♥

Ainsley:
Looking deep within
eye speaks unto eye...calling
come with me tonight
♥

dani:
soul speaks unto soul...
coming together with joy...
no longer alone
♥

Ainsley:
Lightly touching me
your hand strokes my heart again
granting ecstasy
♥

dani:
two souls... two hearts... joined
in ecstasy... ...in desire...
each for the other
♥

Ainsley:
Passion smouldering
constantly glowing...waiting
your words fan the spark
♥

dani:
your words the spark ...fires
of my desire ignited...
passion burns brighter
♥

Ainsley:
Heart enflamed - burn bright
body burns with your love's touch
hold me in your arms...
♥

dani:
already holding
you in my heart ...now holding
you close in my arms
♥

Ainsley:
Our lips are touching
wordless speech from our bodies
talk to each other
♥

dani:
touch... taste... sight... sound... scent...
all of our senses heightened
by flames of desire
♥

Ainsley:
Senses beyond five
allow me visions of you
...I can see your Soul
♥

dani:
the shells ...the bodies...
matter not ~ 'tis the souls whose
journeys continue
♥

Ainsley:
To Infinity
exploring our passions
we fly...together
♥

My co-writer, dani harris of haiku love songs - can be contacted via her webpage or on Twitter @poetpassionbakr - I can be found tweeting as @DolphinDancer on Twitter and new posts from my various blog pages are announced as they happen. We hope you enjoyed reading this duet as much as we enjoyed writing it.

She Called

2011-02-16T18:57:00.011Z

Early morning, when waiting for a message from someone, this poem started to grow. It took further form while I was out walking and completed on my return home.

She Called - 16 Feb 11

I woke early
And heard her calling
To me
I went to her
The wind at my back
Urging me
Onward
To where
She waited

I went to her side
She was very pleased
To see me
She clapped her hands
In joy
She danced
And offered me
A cup of her wine

This is another experiment in illustrated poetry - I feel that it works, any comments will be welcomed - especially if they are polite [said he with a smile].

Night Clouds

2011-02-14T22:17:00.003Z

Early morning, 04:00 had just been called by the church clock, I looked at the sky...

Night Clouds - 14 Feb 11

Pinned against the night sky
By the Moon
Clouds
Like a trophy
Displayed
Before the stars
Silver rimmed
Asymmetric halo
About her face
Dawn's pale light
A distant dream

A slightly unusual poem illuminated by a fleeting Moon.

Valentine

2011-02-12T19:51:00.005Z

#Gogyohka #Valentine

An entry for
http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/a-saturday-celebration-st-valentines-day.html

Pandora's Toys

2011-02-09T20:50:00.010Z

The phrase "Pandora's Toys" had been drifting through my mind for about seven hours before it was brought into realisation, though I cannot see where my inspiration actually came from, I offer it to you now.

Pandora's Toys - 09 Feb 11

Pandora's toys
Kept in a jar
By her bed
Taken out
From time to time
To satisfy
Her curiosity

Winter white
Dancing flakes
Frozen ponds
Streams of ice

Spring green
Leaves flutter
Streams flow
Birds sing

Summer gold
Corn dances
Water warm
Sun plays on the sea

Autumn bronze
Time slows
Dreams form
Watched in fire

Pandora plays with her toys
Lets them flow
Around her...through her
Gives them form
Watches them dance
Before she places them
Gently back
For another time

Sometimes poems form without any reason, other than Muse giving me a gentle prod to let them be born.

This is an entry for http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-shot-wednesday-week-32-hosted-by-moondustwriter-2.html

I ~ Call ~ You ~ To ~ Me

2011-02-07T18:58:00.008Z

This poem grew as I was walking to the cliffs; partially inspired by something said to me before I left my house, partially by the image I photographed and partially though listening to the sea.

I ~ Call ~ You ~ To ~ Me - 07 Feb 11

Come
Listen to my whispered
Tales
Of distant lands
Come
Listen to the songs I
Sing
Of men and ships
Who brave my depths
Come
Listen to my secrets
And
I shall listen to
You
Whisper to me
As you stand
On my shore
And
Call me to your life

The title is a Gogyohka which I embedded into the photograph.
I think this concept works quite well - what say you?

Out Of Her Shadows

2011-02-02T23:41:00.009Z

This poem grew suddenly and totally unexpectedly this evening, it took the shortest time to write as well - I offer it to you now...

Out Of Her Shadows - 02 Feb 11

For years
She had waited
Her dreams passed her by
Darkness enfolded
Her days
Wrapped her nights
With pain
Saw nothing but tears
In everything she did
Everything that came to her
Shadowed

Glimmers of light
Showed occasionally...
In her fear she pushed them away
Afraid that
Her darkness would engulf
Them
Deny her again
...Yet again

A spark returned
To her...
Inquisitive
She probed it
Felt it
Tasted it
The spark grew into a flame
Brightened
Turned into an inferno
Consumed her
Took her to new heights
Her reborn Soul
Took flight

Into the light she flew
Taking with her
Her power
Leaving behind
The shadows
She had carried
For too many years
Now smiles are all she wears
As she rises higher
Higher...higher...

I cannot say how surprised I was as this poem formed and flowed from my mind to the page.
This is an offering for One Shot Wednesday - http://onestoppoetry.com/

Haikū - 34

2011-01-31T16:00:00.004Z

A few more Haikū from my personal archives.

Haikū 34

Accent

A hint of Jasmine
beautiful floral accent
reminds me of you

Broken Promises [Dodoitsu]

In the west sunlight, tinting
clouds orange colour, promising...
now cloud falls, rain falls, all wet
Broken promises

[Note: while this is not an Haikū but a
dodoitsu in the folk form - syllabic structure 7:7:7:5,
I felt that it was interesting enough to include it here.]

Night Roams

Daytime slips into
dream, allowing night to roam
where will it find you...

...Imagination...

The borderland where
sea, beach and sky meet and touch...
there you will find me

Savour

A chance to savour
your sweet perfume, I taste you,
kiss you...in my dreams

Diamonds

A little shower
leaving diamonds sprinkled
to capture the sun

Consort

The Queen has done her
duty...born the heir and now
she calls her consort

More somewhen soon...

Tap-tap-tapping

2011-01-25T17:16:00.007Z

Inspiration sometimes comes from really obvious places, I had intended to be out somewhere but the weather changed my mind for me - cameras and rain do not really mix.

Tap-tap-tapping - 25 Jan 11

I looked out
Watched the rain
Listened to it
Tap-tap-tapping
On my window

I had been called
Out
To walk
To play
Even though the sky
Was grey
But then I felt it
Tap-tap-tapping
On my head

All the things
I had intended
For the day
But
A tiny sadness
Now holds me
And little tears are
Tap-tap-tapping
On my heart

And now the sun
Has set
Behind the veil of cloud
From which the rain
Still falls
I only hear...not see
The drops
Tap-tap-tapping
On the glass

Waiting to see
What the morrow
Will bring...

Weather has an, often profound, impact on our lives - or sometimes it just raises a little smile.

Wandering Kisses

2011-01-23T21:01:00.008Z

A couple of words from a conversation, a night ago, formed the original inspiration for this poem and Muse gave me a little prod this evening to actually bring it out into the world.

Wandering Kisses - 23 Jan 11

Feling the wind of your
Passing
Feeling the drift of
You
Memories just forming
Storing for another when...
Future echoes in my mind

Remembering the hours we
Spent
Playing together in careless
Hours
Feeling your wandering kisses
Following your fingertips...
Across and around

In the silent hours after midnight
We sat together
Talked in our minds
Talked with our bodies
Silence was never so loud

Feeling our hours
Together
Sharing our wandering kisses
Through the night
Through us always
Calling the kisses...
Home

Another poem which grew suddenly and emerged fully-formed.

Dawn Watcher

2011-01-22T19:03:00.012Z

I woke early and looked out of my bedroom window - what I saw inspired this poem; I had to wait for the evening before I was able to illustrate it.

Dawn Watcher - 22 Jan 11

Sky growing pale
Swirls of mist
Obscuring details
Moon
No longer pregnant
Rides low
In the western sky
Watching for the dawn

This is the first illustrated poem in Muse for a very long time - it probably won't be the last...

Revealed

2011-01-20T22:43:00.010Z

This poem came through in a way that interrupted my evening meal - it was worth it, I feel.

Revealed - 20 Jan 11

Seeing my world
Through your eyes
The secret corners
Where I thought
My thoughts
Were hidden

You saw me clearly
I couldn't hide me
From you
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to

You looked within me
And touched
Touched the real me
Unexpectedly
You opened my doors
Allowed the sunlight in
And I saw the real me

Well...do you think it was worth letting my meal grow cold to allow this poem to flow? Muse offers some really interesting things at unusual times.

Haikū - 33

2011-01-19T20:39:00.003Z

Another selection from my archives...

Haikū - 33

Source

Standing before me,
beauty, you are always my
inspiration source

Trousers

Trying on trousers
my son has grown out of, but
too big for ME now

Low Cloud

Clouds flying low now
hiding sunset, tops of hills
Moon will not be seen

Night

Night, her cloak of cloud
wrapped me in her damp embrace,
hides the Moon from me

Night Cloud

Low flying cloud, dark
street lights blurring fade the road
into the night's gloom

Compete

If you compete with
Sun for warmth, Moon for beauty
you would always win

Brighter

Getting brighter now
cloud leaving the ground, no rain,
might be a good day

New poems to come...

Temptress

2011-01-12T18:28:00.007Z

This poem was birthed this afternoon after I had experienced "The Road to Otherwhere" [posted to Visions] and it was fed by the thoughts which filled my mind.

Temptress - 12 Jan 11

Velvet tongued
Temptress
Laid sweet words
Upon my brow
Caressed my cheeks
Placed gentle
Kisses
Across my lips
Invited me
Enticed me
Took my Soul
On a blissful journey
On waves
Of ecstasy

Took me
To her Valley Temple
Shared her Nectar
Asked me to drink
Made me drunk
With her
Intense
Intoxication
Passion lifted me
We took flight
Together...
Never returned

Shared Passions in the Secret Places of my life...

Haikū - 32

2011-01-09T17:32:00.004Z

A few more Haikū from my hand-written records...

Haikū - 32

Contract

Written in the sand
waiting to be blown to send
a contract with me

Wishing

Wishing you were here
show me where I need to go
I think I am lost

Trying

Sun tries to contract
the clouds and show some blue sky
the clouds are winning

Wandering

In an afternoon
of wandering thoughts we meet
I am lost in you

Lonely

When I feel lonely
I gather my thoughts of you
then I feel better

Bottle

A bottle of 'you'
savoured, consumed with pleasure
leaves no hangover

Love's Dawn

A smile brought forth now
as thoughts of love flow in me
and I watch love's dawn

Something new will be posted here soon - keep your eyes open.

Slow Waves

2011-01-06T19:10:00.008Z

Inspired by a photograph I took yesterday and some memories that resurfaced while looking at the image, this poem was born...

Slow Waves - 06 Jan 11

Out on the cliffs
Alone
Watching the slow waves
Wash against my shore
In measured beat

Dreaming of other times
When you were with me
In my mind
In my world
Touching

You cannot be with me again
Ever
It was just a dream
I held
That wandered into waking hours

Pressed against the bars
Of my mind
Calling
Into empty space
Rattling the cage

So I watch the waves
And let them wash my thoughts
Away
Toward you
Again

Melancholy thoughts inspired by a grey sea under a grey sky...

The Flower of Eternity

2011-01-04T19:44:00.007Z

This poem was inspired by an Haikū I wrote last April, when I read at it again I realised that there was more to say...

The Flower of Eternity - 24 Apr 10 and 04 Jan 11

The rarest blossom
A flower sweet with perfume
Grows within your Soul

I offer the occasional tear
...To water the flower
The sunshine from a gaze
...To encourage it to grow and flourish
The warmth of a smile
...To bring it into full flower
The power of passion
...To take it into Eternity

There was further inspiration from a conversation I had last night - I hope she approves...Muse does.

Haikū - 31

2011-01-03T22:41:00.005Z

Too long a gap since the last poem was posted - so I offer a few Haikū to show that I am still here...

Haikū 31

Proper

Searching between lines
questing to find the proper
response to your words

Midnight

Watching, midnight hours
foxes play on darkened streets
church bells mock the night

Search

My questing began
on the day I was reborn
the search continues

Smile

Sweet memories smile
old friends and new friends mingle
giving me new joy

Blossom

The rarest blossom
a flower sweet with perfume
grows within your Soul

Clouds

Ashen clouds, trying
to squeeze tears from secret eyes
no sunset tonight

Merging

Sunset veiled by cloud
light rain falls and hides the Moon
day and night merging

Hoping to post something new somewhen soon.

Siren Song

2010-12-27T14:12:00.008Z

Something I listened to just before turning off my computer triggered this poem and I sat on the edge of my bed and wrote the first two stanzas, the third came through as I was writing them up before posting the poem to Muse.

Siren Song - 27 Dec 10

The siren's
Wordless song
Enflames the passion
Within my Soul
Draws me on
Into her world
Takes me
On a journey
Far beyond
My imaginings

She stands before me
Sylph-like
Reaching out
Inviting
Enticing
Teasing
Taking me
Into her secret night
To dream
So deep

Waking into a day
Dark
Without her presence
To brighten my life
I walk through
The world
Alone...
I crave the night

I craft the words when Muse says "Write..." and sometimes unexpected things appear...

Captive

2010-12-24T01:56:00.009Z

Drifting between the words of someone's thoughts another world held me and asked me to show it to this world.

Captive - 24 Dec 10

She watched me
A little smile played
Across her lips
Sparkled in her eyes
Touched my Soul

Curled on the sofa
She reached out her hand
Tilted her head
With an unspoken
Request

I heard her...
Within...
"Hold me..."
Pleading...
"Please."

My thoughts
Drifted with hers
As I took her in my arms
Held her
Close

And in that moment
When all other thoughts
Had faded
Into nothing
I was lost

Sometimes I do wonder where these poems come from - I'm not complaining...

Soul Flight

2010-12-21T02:21:00.009Z

This poem took a little longer to emerge - it feels more like free-association but seems to flow more easily.

Soul Flight - 21 Dec 10

You whispered
Into my Soul
Touched deep within
Held my Heart close
Burned my desires
On the Altar
Birthed my Phœnix
Let it fly

On wings of fire
We flew
From the dawn
Into the light of
A new day
Fingers coax desire
Dew from a rose
Crimson velvet
Scattered on the ground

We drank the last
Of the midnight wine
Sipped from the cup
Shared between us
Before we turned again
To kiss
And kiss again
Our Soul

Muse smiled as this poem grew - I think she knows more than she lets on.

The Moon

2010-12-20T00:55:00.007Z

Suddenly flowing through my mind, the words came and forced me to write...

The Moon - 20 Dec 10

The Moon holds
The secrets of our lives
In whispers
Taken from our sleep
And when we are not
Aware that we spill
The shadows from
Our history
Onto the world

The Moon watches
Our playful dances
As we touch the dreams
And sing the starlight
Songs
From worlds never imagined
Entwined
With our words
In an endless gavotte

The Moon sings
In wordless voice
The songs that are taken
Straight from our Hearts
Sung directly into our
Souls
To share
And whisper in our dreams
To a special Love

The Moon smiles
She knows where we come from
And where we are going
Her words
Captivate
Lead into the special places
Where Love can be found
And shared
Forever

It happened before, it happened this time, I am sure that it will happen again - I asked Muse for another suggestion and she provided me with this song.
Thank you.
I hope you like what we offer.

Haikū - 30

2010-12-19T14:45:00.007Z

Another selection of Haikū from my hand-written archives.

Lying Together

Lying together
drifting through the afterglow
your hand holds my Heart

Brand

Passionate kissing
leaves a brand upon my Heart
marked "Yours...Forever"

Flying

Quarter-Moon flying
between the stars...in darkness
calling to the sun

Motto

Little, important,
Words...phrases in a motto
to impart focus

Frozen Moment

A frozen moment
glistening in the sunlight
water in motion

One Moment

For just one moment
allow throughts to roam freely...
where will they take you?

Suppose

Do you suppose, that
our love will be eternal?
I have no problem...

By posting this selection of Haikū, I am requesting Muse to suggest a few new ideas - it has worked before...smiling in anticipation.

Whisper Goodnight

2010-12-14T00:24:00.009Z

This poem was inspired by something I wrote in an e-mail - just a few lines but I was certain that those lines were a part of something bigger. I took it away and let it grow till it was ready.

Whisper Goodnight - 12 Dec 10

Playing
Through our afternoons
Watching the sun
Reflect in the stream
Beside the branches
From the trees
Feeling a gentle breeze
Shake the leaves

Ripple the water
Drift the clouds
Shake the webs in the grass
Move our dreams

Sunset into the ocean
Waves brushed gold
Into a symphony of light
And shade
Mottled thoughts echoed
As night draws on

Moon glows
Silver shadows
Hang from the trees
Ghosts of the day

And now...

I whisper a fond goodnight
Into your late evening
And leave a little kiss
To follow you into your dreams
Let the veil of stars
Hold you as you sleep
And bring you
To your new dawn
Where I will be waiting
For you
My love

I'm rather pleased with this - hope you like it too.

Whispering Through My Dreams

2010-12-12T17:13:00.008Z

Sitting and looking at something on my computer I heard the words in my head and Muse invited me to write them down, I offer...

Whispering Through My Dreams - 12 Dec 10

In the dark
Of early morning
Your words
Float through my world
Cascading through
Through the midnight
Colours
Of a moon-washed sky

I dreamed I heard you
Whisper
The words I always
Wanted to hear
Again
In the sleepy
Room of my slumber
And you were there

Time holds my memories
Trapped in amber
Shining diamonds
Your words
Around me fall
Leaves
Written in murmered
Gentleness

You hold me
As you always
Have
As you always
Will
And your whispers...
Thrill
As I listen
...
Again

Love poems flow easily from me, especially in the night.

Forever in a Kiss

2010-12-10T13:38:00.005Z

I woke this morning and before I could move to get up, Muse said write...so I did.

Forever in a Kiss - 10 Dec 10

Touching
In a dream
Between thoughts
Feeling your movement
Under my hand

Letting the visions
Flow...

Your words
Meld with mine
As we play
Our games together
Laughing
Together

Your thoughts
Meld with mine
As we sit in silence
At the end
Of the day
Watching the sun
Slide into the sea

Your body
Melds with mine
As we flow
Together
Hands...Hearts...Souls
Entwined
Forever in a kiss

What a nice poem and thought into which to wake.

Tears

2010-12-06T19:33:00.005Z

This is another poem which grew out of hearing just a couple of words from a song, taken out of context they brought this poem into existence.

Tears - 06 Dec 10

I reached out
For you
Touched...
You touched a nerve
In me
Brought tears
Welling up in my eyes

I could not know
Never could have known
How you would
Affect me...
In unexpected ways
As well as every
Way I hoped

Now I look
Through the glass
Of an unopened window
Vision blurred
By
The tears
Of an unfulfilled dream

My world is somehow
Smaller now
Without you
Next to me...
I will recover
Eventually
But will always
Have a tear
For you

It grew in the early hours and writing it brought tears...

Muse Songs...Poet Sings

2010-12-04T20:24:00.008Z

This poem grew without any inspiration from external sources initially - it just seemed to flow.

Muse Songs...Poet Sings - 04 Dec 10

Muse:

Take my words
Feel them
Let them grow within you
Let your love
And warmth
Feed them...
For me

Poet:

In your hands
My love
You shape my thoughts
Weave the words
Tease me
With ideas
Images
Feelings
Show me places
From which
I...

Muse:

Let me hold you
Mould you
Please your senses
Take you
From here
To the land
Where you will birth
The words for me

Poet and Muse:

Within us
Whispers of the Heart
Shout loud
Echo through
And ignite our love...
The song grows

When I say "initially", I mean that I was just about to write the final stanza when I received a tweet from a friend incorporating the line "Whispers of the Heart" and it called me to insert it into the poem. So I would like to thank Pat Hammett [@Wild_Petals] now, for her unintentional piece of inspiration - thank you.

Poet's Spell

2010-12-01T16:20:00.009Z

This is another example of just hearing a couple of words somewhere and a whole poem growing from there. This one is a departure from my usual themes but I felt that a change would be good.

Poet's Spell - 01 Dec 10

The piper plays
A merry tune
But within it lies
A hidden melody
Carrying a secret
From ancient days

The choir sings
Tells of days
From whence the mystery
Comes
And grows
Within the sacred grove

The piper and the minstrel
Duet
Offer the words
To charm the trees
And wrest the
Ancient stones to dance

Mortal ears can hear
If they choose
But so often
Will ignore
The song before them
And the choir falls silent

Who will join the poet now
To weave the words
To bind the song
And allow the melody
To grow again
And charm the world

I wonder if this fits into any other sequence of poems I have written - I suspect that the answer is yes and it may be a way of rekindling the energies in them.

Dark Night Kisses

2010-11-29T15:20:00.011Z

I glanced at what the tide was doing - a little application on my computer shows what is happening - and Muse prompted me to write something, I was happy to do this...

Dark Night Kisses - 29 Nov 10

Darkness surrounds...
In my mind
I watch the tide flow out
Reveal moist sand
To the stars

I feel you watching me
Moving my tide
Away from me
Revealing the me
To your stars

The touch of your eyes
Upon me
Gentle fire
Over my skin
Igniting...

Feed the fire
With your touch
Lay your hands upon my heart
Feel my Soul
Take my kisses

I really felt this one as I wrote it and I hope you get the feelings too.

Questions

2010-11-27T02:03:00.011Z

Muse prompted someone else to say something and her words inspired me to start writing, the words and content have nothing to do with this person but something resounded in my mind and my words flowed.

Questions - 27 Nov 10

I

One o'clock in the morning
The stars shine bright
In the chill night air
Frost glitters to rival the stars

I walk the road
Wondering
When did I make the change?
Not why...

The Moon knows
But she only smiles
Her enigmatic eyes
Glisten in my memory

I raise my eyes
To meet hers, questing
I plead, beg for an answer
And wait...

II

Dawn
Painted sky gave way to cloud
And rain
My mind still questions

The Sun says nothing
Behind his cloud
And leaves me to find the aswers
For myself

Now that I have written this poem out, I do wonder if it is a little opaque. I know what it is about but maybe I can leave a little enigma here for others to work on.

...Forever

2010-11-24T02:22:00.010Z

"In the early hours"...a familiar phrase to introduce the birthing of a new poem appearing, as quite often the case well after midnight. I felt something growing but thought that it was another Gogyohka. It was only after a few lines that I realised that Muse was showing me something more - this is today's offering.

...Forever - 24 Nov 10

Look upon me
She said
I will show you beauty
Beyond imaginings

Breathe my perfume
I will take you
To places
You have never dreamed

Take my hand
I will lead you
Through places
That can never be described

Kiss me
She said
And you will be with me
Forever

I looked
And saw her beauty
I breathed
And travelled within her
I took her hand
And walked with her
I kissed her...
Forever

Words flow freely when least expected.

Little Starlight

2010-11-20T02:47:00.014Z

This poem was birthed on 19 November - just a short time after the last poem but I didn't feel right posting it too quickly after "Secretly Waiting".

I offer it now...

Little Starlight - 19 Nov 10

A sliver of light
Through a barely opened door
Catching dust motes
Dancing across
My sight
Never settling

I think of you
In those moments
When the little starlight
Sparkles
In the room
Reminding me...

I still see you
Watching me
Tender smile playing on your lips
As we slid into a kiss
Eyes open
As we fell into each other

Little starlight
Shining from the corners
Of your eyes
Catch my eyes
Hold me
Keep me in you
So easily

It has a different feel to "Secretly Waiting" but continues part of the general theme and I get the feeling that a few more of this sequence are still to come.

Secretly Waiting

2010-11-18T18:17:00.010Z

Sitting in a dark afternoon with several thoughts passing through my mind, muse tapped me gently on the shoulder and suggested that I start to write. This is what flowed from my fingers...

Secretly Waiting - 18 Nov 10

Secretly waiting
Pretending that I don't really care
But when you aren't here
Sadness fills my thoughts
And my eyes blur
Vision fades
Cracked images
Show themselves
To me

Wondering
Whether you will ever come back
To fill the space
You created when
You left
My eyes still see you
Standing with me
Walking with me
Being with me

Now I feel
Eternity is closing around me
Leaving me stranded
Beached
Like driftwood
On the shore
Alone
Always
Alone

Secretly waiting
Again

Sad songs are often the most fulfilling despite the content - I will leave you to comment, if you choose.

Melancholy Songs

2010-11-12T15:19:00.007Z

Daylight, for want of a better word, filled my room and senses. Rain was falling outside and the deep grey of the sky influenced my thoughts. I offer this without much more in the way of explanation.

Melancholy Songs - 12 Nov 10

Trying to sleep
But music
Playing in my mind
Forcing me
To sing along
Melancholy songs

Dredging up
The memories
Of a near-forgotten past
To live again
In the fringes
Of my thoughts

You held me...
I held you
So close
We shared
A dream
Ashes scattered now
Wind blown

Trying to sleep
Memories
And songs
Will not permit
I rise
And enter my grey day

Reality colours my thoughts, grey from the sky, grey from the rain...

Conversation

2010-11-08T15:19:00.010Z

This poem started coming through just as I was going to bed and was completed in the early afternoon. A slight change of style for me with the Poet writing in Senryū and Muse responding in Gogyohka...I'll leave you to decide whether it works.

Conversation - 08 Nov 10

Poet hides kisses
Secreted in his writing
Shown only to Muse

Come my love
Write the words
I offer to you
Show them to all
Without exception

Kisses are for you
I cannot show them elsewhere
...They are just for us

Sweet man
What use is love?
If not shared
Thee with me
And thee with everyone

Laying another
Kiss upon the page...he smiles
And takes up his pen

Muse watches
Shares her smile
Watching
Now write
"Poet hides kisses..."

I feel that it does work.

Haikū - 29

2010-11-05T20:36:00.006Z

Another collection of Haikū from April of this year.

Pocket

Keeping you safely
in my pocket for those times
when I need your love

Summer Afternoons

Listening to the
woodpigeons calling, sounds like
summer afternons

Maiden's Bow

Sunset murky sky
Maiden's bow and owls calling
mocking the daylight

Smoke

Smokey evening
blowing through open window
day fading away

Enchant

Blossom enchants me
transports my mind, lets me feel
the wonder of you

Return I

Sent my love to you
you smiled as you tasted it
sent love in return

Return II

Wishes sent today
out into the Universe
"Return to me, love"

Something new next time...or more Haikū archive memories.

Haikū - 28

2010-11-01T20:51:00.000Z

Another sequnce of Haikū from April this year.

Crying

Crying in secret
the Book of Life opens at
days that can't yet be

Poor
With you in my heart
your beauty brightly shining
how can I be poor?

Windswept Cliff
Windswept clifftop walk
kissed by sun watched by the sea
gather memories

Farce
A choice of words today
made me think the game was just
a farce, am I right?

Waking Kiss
Your kiss woke me up
lifting me from loneliness
to your lovely sky

Gripe
I look at you now
how can I gripe when I see
the beauty of you

Volcano
Iceland volcano
made a mess of my sunset
Sun hides behind ash

More to come or maybe something new...who knows yet?

Rainy Memories

2010-10-30T17:49:00.009+01:00

Sitting on a wet afternoon, events in my life conspired with Muse to encourage me to write a new piece. I am quite pleased with it and Muse told me not to wait and think about the poem, just post it now...so here it is.

Rainy Memories - 30 Oct 10

Watching rain
Dribble down my window
Listening to the wind
Whisper sad songs
At the window
Old memories
Knocking at my door

I let them in
To converse
Remind me of where
I was
And when...
And what the feelings were
When I was there

Watching the stream flow
Taking the memories back
To the places
In which they live

Gazing out through the rain
Watching new memories
Gather under the trees
Waiting for me to join them
To play
Walk with the Sun
Sing to the Moon
Dance with Life
Share the Love
...I will be there
With you

Whispering my thoughts and feelings to the Universe...listening for the answers.

Whispering Waves

2010-10-28T14:46:00.010+01:00

Listening to lovely music, Muse tapped me and said you can do that too...I didn't have time to set up a document on computer, I just grabbed pen and pad and started to write. Sometimes the old-fashioned methods are best.

Whispering Waves - 28 Oct 10

On the banks
Of the river
On the shores
Of the sea
We have been together
Hand in hand
Heart in heart
Souls holding...caressing

Never known before
How deep
We can be
Together

The tide
Forever carries
Holding the echoes
Of all our words
Ever spoken
As the waves break
They whisper
I love you

I stand
And watch
And listen
The waves talk
Share secrets
With the shore
Listen
They talk of us

Whisper...
I love you

This poem flowed even more smoothly than usual and I am pleased with it.
Comments?

Epitaph

2010-10-27T02:31:00.007+01:00

Another poem birthed in the early hours, this seems a good time for Muse to visit me - when I am most receptive to her gentle persuasions.

Epitaph - 27 Oct 10

Her voice
Quicksilver sliding
Through my mind
She touched me
Deep within
Removed my pain
But left me with a new one
I knew her
I knew I couldn't have her
The mists of time
Had already claimed her
To dance in otherwhere

A sad poem that doesn't actually refer to anyone I know personally; it was triggered by listening to lovely music sung by a beautiful woman who is no longer incarnate.

Haikū - 27

2010-10-26T18:55:00.006+01:00

Muse has been rather quiet and has been letting me get on with posting Haikū and Gogyohka on Twitter and other places so it is back to more Haikū for the archives, April this year again.

Reflection

I catch my partial
reflection in the window
sunset holds me now

Portion

Recipe for life:
Joy, happiness, smiles and a
large portion of Love

Whispering

Darkness before dawn
Wondering why I am here
Whispering starlight

Stain

Loves wine spilled over
cloth still holding your perfume
a delightful stain

Blossoms

Hold fallen petals
reminders of love's blossoms
perfume still lingers

Fragile

Touch the dream gently
the thoughts within are fragile
need to be cherished

Scrap

Corner of the field
hiding unsuccessfully
scrap of spring, lurking

More of these and more new poems coming soon...

Haikū - 26

2010-10-22T16:14:00.009+01:00

Another selection from April of this year for you to see.

Grey Sky

Grey sky and green hill
between, smudge of yellow light
not enough sun though

Raindrops

Raindrops dragging veils
grey threads torn from clouds, scattered
out across the earth

Equipment

All the equipment
I need to see you, I have,
My eyes are open

Space

Space where you exist
shining bright glimpse of heaven
overlaps with mine

Bribe

I don't need a bribe
to hold me to your heart now
willingly staying

Chorus

Crows and cockerels
in the sun, morning choir
discordant chorus

Portion

Offering to you
something only I can give
a portion of me

More poems, Haikū and other things coming somewhen soon.

Darkling Shadows

2010-10-19T15:17:00.005+01:00

In the very early hours of today Muse gave me an idea to work with. Five linked Gogyohka, each of which could stand alone yet work together as a complex multiple piece.

Darkling Shadows - 19 Oct 10

In darkling shadows
Painted on the city walls
By fleeting clouds
At sunset
By the moving sun

Wherein can be seen
A memory
Of hidden aspects
Of time gone by
In dreams alone...shown

Shadows deepening
Moon walking
Leaving footprints across
An untouched land
Beyond our thoughts

Branches etched
Across the moon as she flies
From cloud to cloud
Under the star-spattered sky
Carving dreams for us

City walls allow us to dream
Hold us safe against the night
Sheltered
Nightmares wander the outer world
We...safe within

This concept really appeals to me and I will probably be doing another one fairly soon.

Haikū - 25

2010-10-14T18:37:00.004+01:00

Another selection of Haikū from April of this year...

Stitch

My thoughts wandering
need more than a stitch to hold
them in the right place

Rainbow Fragments

Was raining, now clear
sunlight glinting from puddles
rainbow fragments shine

Easter Spirit

Rabbit in the stew
so much for Easter spirit
[just kidding my friends]

Searching

Now searching for the
infinite invisible
will I ever see?

Singed

Phœnix flies again
problems removed singed in the
fires of rebirth

Level - 1

I make a promise
I will do my level best
never break your heart

Level - 2

The rest of the world
is sloping - some quite badly
I'm on the level

Till next time when a new poem or more archive Haikū will be posted.