The Rhythm of Stability

the winds of change blow on and on
the tides of the moon move in, then out
then in yet again. Landscaping the
malleable sand beneath my feet
They startle me, perplex me
provoke my passionate pout

“Be not afraid of change”
so says the Witch of the Sea
while I crave stability of life all the same
“Stability comes in many forms” She teaches
pointing to the monotony of her surf song
while I yet disbelieve Her fabulous claim
“The truth you seek lies within, my Child
Seek this; the rest will follow suit
Seek this; you will find your heart’s content
Seek ye this . . . if thy desire be true”

I begin to dig my heels in to the
strength of the Dune I mount
I hesitate – Her breath moving through my hair
I question. I argue. I AM afraid.
I Breathe
and begin to count the stars
then I take Her hand as I always do
in times like these, close my eyes
to my spiraling doubts and fears, begin to place
one foot before the next, absent goodbyes . . .

the tides of my moon sweep out
in Light, in Love, in Lust
the tides of my moon sweep in
then out again, as I accept they must
marking the sands of my life as they go
taking, giving; they ebb, they flow
marking the sands of my heart as they must
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

“In Perfect Love, In Perfect Trust”
I make my way where I may not see

remembering

These are the rhythms of stability.

April 8, 2018 1

Footprints Engraved In Heart 👣 |Short Story

Head Full Of Dreams

She was blushing. She knew he was going to propose her. They held hands and walked towards the sea. He remembered!!! She thought happily. She had always wanted to get a proposal near the sea.

It was going to be one hell romantic story of theirs. She had already planned how she would tell her friends their story. As they neared the sea, the breeze blew her hair and he glanced at her through side of his eyes. They didn’t talk much. Her heart beat was high. She just went along with him. Both not willing to break this silence.

They had been childhood sweethearts. Their parents were the best of friends so it was natural that they would end up spending so much time together. Everybody teased them. She wouldn’t mind though.

They reached their favourite spot. Leaving their footprints behind washed away by the sea. She looked at…

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April 7, 2018 2

Like a Mirror

Like a Mirror, she reflects the Sun.

Her inner beauty radiates the universe
warms worlds, illuminating darkness
shining where light feared to tread before.

Like a Lady, she seems noble-born.

I would treat her as such, were she mine.
I would cherish her and treasure her
better than she dreams possible, more
than she knows to be true in this moment of Time.

Like the first edge of Dawn, she touches me.

The moment we met my interest was
Struck … like a match in the dark of night, burning bright.
Though she did not know it. Though I did not show it.

Like a Twin, mirrors my Self, I hers.

Our thinking walks the self-same pathways,
so many things exist that we both like to do.
Do her feelings mirror mine? Will paths coincide?

The warmth of hearth-fire, I want her beside me.

In the morning when we wake. At night as we sleep.
In our lives as we live them. (As we breathe and love . . . .)

Like the Sun

. . . she radiates beauty.

I wrote this for someone who wanted a poem to give to a “person of his interest.” Then it was too much so I don’t think he ever gave it to her! lol!

* Related content from jdubqca poetry by j matthew waters:

melting icicles mesmerizing like prisms

April 7, 2018 2

Abstinance

Wet hair on her skin
Tangled ‘tween her fingertips
How long it has been

Cold. Cool. Damp. Her Veil
Leads her into temptation
Her Will seems so frail

Her pores awaken
Tactile Temptress of the Truth
Visibly Shaken

Steps from the shower
Saved by her towel, by Time
By the late hour

Dryness of her skin
Empty in bed and in heart
Seeking Sacred Sin

Seeking Salvation.
Desiring Solitude.
Choosing Neither One.

April 6, 2018 1

Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway

This is for you, Dale. Rest in Peace or Raise Hell, whatever it is you’re doing now! xo!

Life and Random Thinking

Screenshot of John Wayne from the film Operation Pacific (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

June 11, 1979 The world lost a legend, a man I would add to the classic few. He was born Marion Robert Morrison but the world knew him as John Wayne or Duke.

Some would dispute his ability as an actor, he made dozens of movies but only received one Oscar as best actor in True Grit. I don’t think anyone though can dispute he was successful. He was successful because of the character he played, that swagger, and the scrupled man’s man who expected the most, and brought it out amongst others.

These were the movies that families could watch together, there was enough action in them that guys would watch them, but no swearing. There was usually humor, and even a moral to be learned in the stories weaved by Duke. He stood for honor…

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April 6, 2018 0

Edward Hirsch’s How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry

O at the Edges

In a nod to National Poetry Month, the Poetry Foundation has posted the first chapter of Edward Hirsch’s superb How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry. One of my favorite all-time reads. If you haven’t read this book, dip into the first chapter now.

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April 5, 2018 0

Unexpected Delight

He runs to me with open arms, full of trust and love
and I delight in such expression; the openness undoes me
It’s difficult to translate, into words, the lesson conveyed
when he runs full tilt, arms open wide, and Laughing
never doubting my acceptance, or open reception

It’s a spiritual lesson, learned or unlearned with care
Our babies learn, and pass it on; they learn to love and share
He runs to me from across the room, smiling into the wind
of his own momentum, into the sea that is my heart
into my arms, into the love that awaits him there

My child, you are my heart’s delight.

Painting by Mabel Robbins Harris

April 4, 2018 5

Dear Friends

And this as well.

Living with butterflies

I’m sorry I lied to you. Im sorry I put on a front and never really said how bad it was at the time. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I cut myself off, I hurt you.

I spent so much time trying to maintain a ‘not going anywhere’ relationship, that I neglected you. And myself.

You’d think I’d learn (I learn the most ridiculous facts why can’t I learn my own bloody patterns!) But I didn’t and I’ve been here before.

I’ve pushed a group of friends away in the past. When the dark, scummy well pulled me in and replaced my usual self with anger and self-destructive behaviour.

You see, when you’re not coping, as I wasn’t over the last year. My old pals D&A (I’ve abbreviated them now to be cool, and because we are so acquainted 🤞) cloud up my own judgements and I refuse to…

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