RIVERS OF THE MIND

Partaking in random thoughts creates poem # 22 for Poetry Month

 

river flow

waves break against the walls of the skull

washing and cleansing

tides of creativity, devotion and love

flow from the right hemisphere

logic and wisdom

spill from the left hemisphere

waterfalls cascade down the brainstem

reminders to breath, heart to beat

the amygdala emotionally charged

with centuries of practise

erratic notions crashing in the depths of the mind

calmness hidden in the corals of the cerebellum

balances and coordinates

cerebral cortex reefs are brilliant with thought

attentive to the world in which it exists

optical illusions in the back ghetties

history of a life being held by a dam

drip

drip

go the memories

eroding the perception of time

drip

drip

neuroplasticity

creates rivers of change

streams of thought

ebb and flow

dreams

swirl

into

a

new

reality

 

 

 

 

 

 

RAINBOWS

Poem # 21 for Poetry Month.

Mind feeling a little sluggish. So I am going to spend the day outside searching for more rainbows.

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rainbows spread delight

spring showers rejuvenate

blooming new beginnings

for all of nature to celebrate

 

 

DEATH’S TENDER EMBRACE

 

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eyes wide open

journey nearing its end

 

skin as elegant 

as a calla lily – blooming

 

mind is scattered

like a bee drunk on pollen

 

          ♥  shattered heart

grasping to love those left behind

 

          ♥  authentic heart

sharing love that has been kept secret for so long

 

family sits vigil with compassion and devotion

like morning dew blanketing a rose

 

death will come with a tender embrace

such as the sun wakes gently over the horizon

 

spirit taking flight

on the wings of a dragonfly

 

 

Daily prompt authentic

 

 

 

WONDROUS MORNING * poem nineteen

fog

 

wondrous morning

stillness of nature

awakens anew

whisper of a whale’s breath

breaks the duvet of fog

that embraces the ocean

pileated woodpecker searches

wren flirts

whale exhales, 

again and again

the loon joins the chorus

sharing of secrets

the infinite and mysterious

connected by grace

a parallel universe

where nature sings

in the spirit’s dance recital

The daily prompt parallel

 

 

 

 

 

ARE WE LISTENING?

tree

enchanted forest

wondrous green

whispers of connection

essence of being

vast graveyards of forests healing 

death scream

WHY?

 

giants of futures past

if we could hear your story

what wisdom would you share?

 

 

YOU!

species of most wisdom?

destroy what nurtures you

listen to your own story

the lessons are there

 

role model with

peace and tranquility

to all who listen

stand and be still

reflect and respect

for the next generation

may do better

behaviour that sustains

 

 

Daily prompt futures past

 

 

 

 

 

GRACE & SOLITUDE

Listening to the grace in my own moments of solitude.

Poem for April 17th. One poem a day to celebrate Poetry Month.

 

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Listen

 

to the stillness

in all & everything

 

let its beauty wrap

our hearts in grace

 

embrace this time of reflection

 

where hope shape shifts to courage 

suffering gives way to love

 

it is in this place of quiet

 

— solitude —

 

the light seeps in

honouring & healing begins

 

 

Daily prompt graceful

DIMINISHING * Poem #14

 

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Deplete of nothing

 

You are the rainbow of colours in an alpine glow

The mountains weep streams of tears

in virtue of your beauty

carving scars so deep, to last for centuries

 

You are the first blossoms of spring

mnemonically embracing time

petals of hope that yearn for truth

heartening the weary

 

You are the oceans breath

tides of transformation

a reminder to be vigil

to our own reflections and dreams

 

You are the rock

strong and determined

unwavering and true

in constant contemplation

 

You are the aurora 

the universe your stage

you illuminate the mysteries

inspiring all to witness and hold faith

 

Brilliantly you dance

caressing my soul in wonder

covenant whispers anchoring my spirit 

diminishing me of everything

MAGIC HANDS

 

Yesterday a friend brought her massage table over to my place and treated me to the gift of touch. We listened to enchanting music and her magic hands put me into a place of pure bliss.

 

I soaked up the after glow with a cup of tea in front of the fire, listened to the above, and wrote the following. My 12th poem for April.

With much appreciation & gratitude for your connection, friendship and love.

This one is for you Doone.

 

As her hands dance 

across my flow of atoms 

Tapping into and opening

the rivers of energy

 

Magical healing hands

 

Caressing and stimulating with kindness

compassionately and lyrically accessing

the glimmering meridians of music 

that my body holds hidden

 

The piano accompanied with the chorus

of robins and chic-a-dees outside my window

Ebbing and flowing 

 

I sense the enchantment

of my own soul

Awakening

Aligning

Blissfully

Aglow