I look to the sky river,
A fluid, timeless, spaceless current,
My heart wide open,
Ready to gather ripples
From the universe,
A hopeful flow that pulls me in
And bathes me
in fingers of light.
Sky River
30 Apr 2014 2 Comments
in poetry Tags: connection, heart, hope, light, love, NaPoWriMo, photography, rainbow, river, sky, universe
Tired–Awake While Dreaming
22 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: awake, blue, clouds, dream, emotion, heart, NaPoWriMo, skin, sleep, sun, you
There you are,
Drifting,
In water of blue, air of meaning,
image of words,
texture of sun on skin,
an emotion of mind,
Sound of heart dreaming
In big space,
That look in your eyes
Drawing me inward,
A kaleidoscope
of swift clouds,
Moving blue beyond purity,
An in-depth Capacity
Fleeting further
Than far,
Awake while dreaming.
Goddess Divine
17 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: creative, divine, goddess, heart, light, mind, NaPoWriMo, photography, sacred
Light
From the Goddess,
Divine Luminescence,
An ancient awakening
In my words,
In my thoughts,
In my understanding
Creative energy,
Billowing heart, sacred mind,
Translucent water
runs through me,
Is me,
Is her.
,
“Word-Hoarder” Awoken
22 Mar 2014 5 Comments
in poetry Tags: Antero Vipunen, awakening, chanting, death, earth, heart, mythology, photography, poetry, roots, tree, word, word-hoarder
I try to hear a word in passing,
And pause, looking back
To you,
“Word-Hoarder”
tapping that
Space,
Between breaths,
Silence,
before noise,
matter,
My mind
A surreal zone
Trapped in rough bark,
Plunging in
a vision without emotion,
Stunted roots without time to sprout.
How do I live without love,
How do I feed my heart
Without poetry,
A barren limb alive without living,
An Empty cavern dark without phrases,
A broken chant without sound or meaning.
I ask, I demand drumbeats
Driving sharp spikes inward,
Bleeding roots ripping spirals
Of heart breaking turf’s fresh soil,
Up-turned earth ploughing
Unmarked graves of words,
Gutted and unburied.
There is no place to turn but you,
A sleeping phantom of deep seed knowing,
An ancient tree with severed branches growing,
An awakening of a thousand sunrises glowing red
Chanting on the tip of a copper tongue,
Shaking free a universe of stars for words,
Pleading with an empty bowl,
Please,
Poetry for food that my heart might be fed.
March 22, 2014
Somewhere Away From Here
27 Feb 2014 2 Comments
in love, poetry Tags: heart, heat, love, night, photography, stars, sun, time
Somewhere the stars are out,
Sweet perfume of summer’s earth
Still warm from sky’s blazing eye
Envelops deepening shadows of the night,
And holds her close.
Somewhere hungry flames lap at her heart
A leaping fire once lost to
furious days spewing
Sleepless nights,
And tireless days tapping time
So far away,
And now the scent of wood,
And heat, and blossoms in the sun,
Gather under a starry dome.
Stolen Stars
06 Feb 2014 5 Comments
in love, poetry Tags: ancient fires, darkness, dawn, heart, love, night, photograph, poetry, stars
I
“You have stolen my stars”
And I don’t mind
Where torn patches in the night sky
Once gathered taut
To hold my universe in
Now billows
Frayed edges free
Unraveling
Like a winter scarf worn thin.
II
It’s raining.
Darkness still clings to my skin,
And stars, gleaming like a million
Ancient fires
Flicker in my heart,
Blinking
In that silent moment before dawn.
III
Let go your heavy heart,
embers of memories,
illusions of fire,
And take back your stars
Pulsating tenderly in my night sky,
Aching impatiently in these long winter hours,
Take back your stars and sit with me
In this divine night
Sipping tendrils of light
Until morning.
K.K.L.E
For You
I Could Have Fed You Flowers
21 Aug 2013 1 Comment
in love, poetry Tags: flowers, goddess, heart, love, nature, rain
I could have fed you flowers
on a Sunday morn
still sleepy with the folds of night,
or gather you softly in the smell of rain,
to bring the petrichor of heavens to your lips,
let you sip the nectar of the Goddess,
a sweet luminescence of moonbeams,
an iridescent palette of the Universe,
a fragrant opulence of dreams.
I could have brought you forests in a bowl,
spoon bites of light, and limbs, and roots, and pungent earth,
Could have brought you the tranquil sea,
or the pastel sky,
or a river dancing, swirling, galloping
down a riverbed of colored stones.
But honestly,
all I ever really wanted,
was to feed you flowers on a Sunday morn.
still waters
18 Aug 2013 4 Comments
in love, poetry Tags: healing, heart, heartbreak, journey, mountain, nature, spiritual, stillness
be still my heart
as a mountain absorbed
in mist, in rain, in sun,
her beauty grounded
in her own knowing.
be still
as the spirit stilled the sea,
still my heart,
so I can simply be
here, present, believe
those tears that grace my face
are not mine,
or in reality,
selfishly,
about you or me,
with all the troubles in the world today,
these tears are
just a seeker’s trail,
her heartstrings journey
bound
through ancient time
til’ now,
her still waters,
living waters,
still waiting to be found.
hinarising 