I love this.
“Tides may come and go, yet I”m left
somewhere along the coastal grief
Dropped in parchments none can heft.
Yet within, young love finds relief.”
Brilliant writing by a poet named Johnny.
Eleven Shades Of Ocean Sunrises
I live close to an ocean too in the U.S. so am reblogging this to honor the ocean in general. I guess it’s more or less the same water lol!!!!
11 photos from 11 different days of this blogger’s vacay, what a great idea and beautiful homage to the Lady Ocean!
Darkened Rooms
darkened rooms dot the fiery landscape
eerie in the shadows of impending gloom
masking the startling evidence of the gloaming-apparent
and they shimmer
gods and goddesses step down from perfect pedestals
greeting us with a kindness derived from the universe
sniffing our hair to find the unfamiliar scent of
modern day, the tell-tale traces of civilization
they do not know how to speak to us, as we have all
but abandoned the language; they do not know how
to hear us, as less and less often
do we sound the voice of our souls
they merely stare at us curiously, tilting their heads
in wonder, in a growing sense of disbelief
stooping down from immaculate pedestals
kneeling . . . almost, to peer closely at our faces so\
forlorn, sniffing our hair in mute despair, watching
our mouths move with impotent frustration
“we’ve stayed away too long” muttered one gruffly
and wiped away a stray tear, while
Artemis patted his shoulder awkwardly
saying, “come . . . mayhap we can find a Seer.”
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Thy Rose
I would be thy Lady, if thou wouldst have me
and in my submission, learn to be free
I would be thy Lady, were it thy will
in trust, I would learn to be still
for a time, and then
I would seduce thy ear with soft-spoken words
becoming in the night all that thou heard
speaking words of love to thee when they were felt
reclaiming my power when before thee I knelt
I would feel thee within me odd times of the day
know thee beside me at night as I lay
“Little Flower, now touched by the sun
erupts into hot, molten life and trembles …
poised on the precipice of desire.”
I would drench thee, saturate thee, utterly captivate thee
in the torrent of our infinite possibility
I would be thy summer and I would be thy spring
I would be both thy solitude and thy tawdry fling
I would pleasure thee with all that is fine
hold thy heart beating . . . give thee mine
“I urge thee, I urge thee, Look at me … “
hidden deep in thy throat, I would hear my name
… and we would never be the same.
I would know thy heart if thou wouldst bare it
thy thoughts, if thou wouldst share them
fuel thy whims, desires, dreams if thee dare
seduce thy mind, soul, body if thee care
I would dance before thee and then away
twining my hair through my hands in this way
thy interest through my fingertips
I would tug at thee, compel thee, entice thee just so
I would desire thee, yes . . .
But would love thee more, and honor, and respect
I had gauged his honor though I did not know it
“A quality of trust. I pushed him away.
I pulled him back to me. But in the end
… his face is all I see.”
Thou hast long since braved the brambles of mine heart
I would be thy rose now, and create a new start
I would submit to thee, surrender my Self to thee
I would be thy Lady. If thou wouldst have me.
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Mellow — forgottenmeadows
This is where I, thankfully, am finally at now. Thank you forgottenmeadows – for putting words to my heart this year:
Her ache mellowed, into tears of the ocean, flowing under sunset.
Still Life with Silence — O at the Edges
Still Life with Silence
Not two, but one,
invisible
and stretched between
stump and fence,
filled with
time, defining
implication. Empty
the pitcher. Accept
its limitations.
Listen to what is not.
(Click the link and read the original location. I love the second pic he posts .)
Still Life with Silence Not two, but one, invisible and stretched between stump and fence, filled with time, defining implication. Empty the pitcher. Accept its limitations. Listen to what is not. “Still Life with Silence” first appeared here in October 2016.
Letter from a Super Snail — theblackwallblog
I am pleased to share a first and hopefully only the beginning of writing and sharing from a special guest that prefers to remain anonymous. We are glad you joined us. ❤️ Each day is a new day, a fresh start, a clean slate. Outsiders, see courage, strength, and determination take on the day. Inside […]
via Letter from a Super Snail — theblackwallblog
Each day is a new day,
a fresh start,
a clean slate.
Outsiders,
see courage, strength,
and determination take on the day.
Inside
the feelings of fear, exhaustion,
and timidness drive one foot in front of the other.
However, one foot is in front of the other.
Ever moving forward.
Progressing.
Hitting snooze seven times
and then getting up.
But she gets up.
On the outside she appears to have it all.
On the inside,
all of her is giving,
every ounce of effort
to get through the day.
Perception is your reality.
Moving forward is always moving forward.
They may see a lioness
and she may feel a snail.
Each serve their purpose
and still she is making progress.
Today, she is thankful for the tiny movements she made forward.
These are her victories.
They can think whatever the hell they want.
In the end.
It’s all the same anyway.
She is a champion!
This is so true for so many of us. People have no clue how much of a triumph it can be just to get up and go to work like a normal person does. Beautiful bit of poetry here!
(photo was my addition from net.)
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.
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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.
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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!
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