Chrysalis [Chrysalis Sequence - I]

Just before midnight Muse prompted me to write, I took up pen and paper and words flowed. It was only when I actually read what I had written, that I realised that the nine lines were not a poem but the titles for nine poems.

Another 'song cycle' was being birthed, I present the first of this sequence here, now.




Chrysalis - 06 Mar 10

Been sleeping
So many years
Waiting...
Waiting till the time
Was right

Around me
Time passed
Not fast enough
And I watched
As trees
Sway
And shiver
With each passing breeze

Waiting...

Tides came and went
Sometimes leaving
Traces on the sand
For all to see
Sometimes
Only for me
The shadows
Of the passing days
Remain
Still I slept






I have no idea how long this sequence will take to complete - I am just going to let it flow.

New Page

After a short break, during which Muse showed me some other things to play with, I have been requested to add this to the page.





New Page - 01 Mar 10

Waves are rolling in
The tide now covering
Our footprints on the sand...
What we did there
Now a memory
For yesterday
To live again
And retell

Tomorrow brings
A new set of memories
For us to play
And be
And walk the sand...
To leave a new set
Of footprints
To tell our story





This beach features a lot in my life, my memories my dreams and in my poetry - it is almost a second home for me, you are welcome to visit whenever you want.

Reaching Out

This poem was gestated over a couple of days but it finally emerged into the world.





Reaching Out - 26 Feb 10

I reached out
To hold her heart
Tenderly I kissed her
And her eyes looked
Deep within me
And held my Soul

Her touch
Brought memories
To my mind
Memories of things
Which haven't happened
Yet

She planted the feelings
Deep within me
Of things we have done
Will do
She knew the seeds
Would bear fruit soon
And she watered them
With her kisses





Love poems are back - I like this...

Silences

Muse handed me these words, they have no real connection to my life at the moment - I can only think that they come from some previous life.




Silences - 23 Feb 10

What did we have?
When all said and done

A lifetime full of
Meaningful silences
When things
That should have been said
Weren't even mentioned

A lifetime full of
Meaningless promises
Spoken when silence
Should have ruled
And in those times
No one listened
To what the other
Really wanted






Another of my sad images, I am often puzzled as to what levels I am tapping into and why this should be.

Returning

A little love poem that grew from various thoughts...





Returning - 22 Feb 10

Basking in the afterglow
Letting memories
Cascade through my mind
Like a gentle waterfall

Warm thoughts
Still fresh and playful
Surround me
Play with me
Take me again
Into the starlit field
To show me the wonders
We experienced...
Again





Playing with thoughts and memories...again, I go there quite often.

Heart-flame

Muse took this idea, hit me with it and sent me into the waves to let the words wash over me till they were done...





Heart-flame - 18 Feb 10

Fingertips touch,
In the swirling depths
We dive
Hearts touch
And in the water...
Flame

Deft movements
To arouse the Spirit
Dancing in the light
Of the heart-flame
Shining brighter than the sun
Along the shore

Hands entwined
Bodies entwined
Feeling the pull
Of the tides
Upon us,
Letting them guide
And take us to where
We need to go




...still feeling the passion.

Inviting

I was in the middle of my closing meditation, in the early hours of the morning, when my Muse invited me to start writing - I know better than to argue...





Inviting - 17 Feb 10

I close my eyes
And see the landscape
Beautiful
Before me
Inviting

I close my ears
And hear soft music
Playing
Around me
Inviting

I close my mouth
And speak the words
Of love
To you
Inviting

Reaching out I feel
Your hand in mine
We love
Within
Inviting





Another change in mood, I seem to be shifting from one end of the spectrum to the other.

Conversations

Almost a return to the 'sad' series of poems but, this one feels different to me - not quite certain what it is that changes the mood for me, what do you think?




Conversations - 14 Feb 10

Whispers in the silence
Of the night
Conversations
With the people
In imagination
Across a void
In the echoes
Of my mind

Holding an imaginary
Hand
Created out of habit
From a wish
That was real
A long time ago
Your hand was almost real
Then

My world is different now
As is my self
I know her hand is unreal
But I cannot let it go
And still she haunts
My thoughts
And dreams





I really do not know where this came from, or what it is trying to tell me - I shall have to explore...

Winter Fires

This poem was birthed late yesterday and I present it here...





Winter Fires - 11 Feb 10

Picking through the embers
Of a winter day
Feeling the warmth
Still within
And blowing them into flame again
To kindle a new fire
From the old

We shared so much
We knew
That we couldn't leave it all behind
Or let them grow cold

Around the fire
We shall dance again
And call the Spring to join us
Wake the Spirit
Once again





Old loves - new loves - all the same - - - LOVE

Vigil

Just for a change - not at the waters edge but two miles away. Look west and you can still see the sea, calling.





Vigil - 08 Feb 10

In the sacred circle
She stood
Waiting
Watching the seasons spin
Blending into each other
Snow, rain, sun became a blur
And still she stood

The priests had done their work
Blessed the stones
Sealed the land
Requested the Guardian

And still she waits
Priestess holding vigil
Waiting





I was in deep meditation in the circle one afternoon when I saw some things that made me think, this poem is a 'story' that grew out of what I saw that day but has only just emerged into the world.

No, I have no idea what she is waiting for at this moment - I shall have to ask her...or the Guardian.