"Untitled"

Surreal illusions break the melody

into unending desperate grief

memories shimmer on your lips

aching to feel softness or love

beyond the black night of unfulfilled life

remember the calm goodbyes

without watery breath

nevermore lost

"Untitled"

A dazzling muse, lovesick for music

contemplates the mystery shrouded in clouds.

A future imperfect quickly encloses

her breathtaking world of imagination

burning the wonderful notes of melodies yet unsung

into her mind and soul.

hear now her dream tremble

like thunderous lightning arcing across a stormy sky

she strikes the artist with fire so fierce

the fingers burn to record word and song

to create a moment of beauty

for all who listen.

" Good Enough "

Um...not my best but in the spirit of the challenge I shall keep moving forward.  Do not think this one is complete, so suggestions for improvement will be greeted with the happy smile of artist fulfilled

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"Good Enough"

Remember the false aching?
How imperfect beats forever trembled?
You believed the loving dagger with its false skin
like a sparkling jewel of promise
would end the yearning...
Your sweet emptiness would pass away
if only for brief moments
and that was good enough
to be called love.

Two Poems for the price of one

I have 2 poems for y'all today seeing as I did not write one for Day 4.

The first poem was written using a instant poetry app on my iPad.  When it was done, I had created this image in my head of refugee children from a historical war (the picture is of some French refugees from WWI).

The second was a blend of magnetic poetry (the first three lines) followed by a spurt of inspiration that the magnetic words couldn't keep up with.

Please comment, share, or plus?

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The Uninvited

The uninvited tremble...out in the cold
lost in the unfilled quiet
surrendered to the bitter bindings
of destiny
their shrouded angel eyes fear nothing
withering...
                yearning...
                               forever wandering
            UNINVITED


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Deep within a memory
her bright shining knight
fiercely promised the world
but the world was not his to give
and he failed her heart
with wandering eye and roving lust
so that no more she dreams
of castles and queens
or happily ever afters.

" Invocation"

Between the sacred stones I stand
With humble heart
and upraised hands
The sun above and earth below
the wind a voice singing low
In this space I touch the soul
In this space I am whole

"Uncertain"

NaPoWriMo Day 5:  "Uncertain"

playing catch-up with poems as my weekend filled with activities and I was unable to sit down and do a daily poem.  This poem was written using a magnetic poetry app on m iPad.  (Bless technology, eh?)

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     Uncertain are the tears                       Uncertain is the existence

Surrendering threads          or                seeking shadows

              Hunger     within    the      blind     hand

                                   

              reaches

“untitled”

NaPoWriMo Day 6:  “untitled”

Weekend came and I missed a few days, but I’m back and ready to keep plundering through this challenge.  This poem was written using a magnetic poetry app on my iPad.  No title really jumped out at me so it’s remained untitled for now.

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A charming black raven

Sleeps without a home

eyes linger on fine fields

wings open for flight, gliding beneath grey sun

hidden screams shroud eternity

the shining lady approaches

[note: the image is not mine.  I borrowed it from this site: Geek Nation]

"She Speaks."

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Today’s writing prompt is to write a poem based on a myth or deity from somewhere OTHER than Greece or Rome.  This one should be easy for a Druidess, right?

My deity of inspiration is Gitchimanitou, the spirit of Lake Superior.  I think of this spirit as female and similar to other goddesses and gods of the sea, she can be both tender and fierce.   For some time I associated her with the Celtic deity, Danu, but she is distinctively indigenous whenever I work with her.  She’s someone that changes with the seasons—a young maiden in spring who grows to a grandmother in winter.  She is my matron who guides my path and inspires my songs.  This poem attempts to capture that relationship.

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 "she speaks"

She speaks with silvered tongue

Like a whispered dream

Guiding me to the sandy shore

To listen to wave and wind

While moon slips through midnight sky

Her voice like silk blesses this land

With fertile life and humble song

That washes over my soul

And clears my mind.

All that matters is this shining moment.

Heart racing, I stand

Arms raised …

Feet  planted …

And sing back to her the old songs

That honor this beauty she has shaped

"And the Weather will Change"

NaPoWriMo Day 2:  “And the Weather will change”

Today’s writing prompt is the use of Bibliomancy (a form of divination that uses literature).  I was sent to

Bibliomancyoracle.com and got the following prompt:

feel lucky today? Lord knows I do. God,  it’s hot today, or too damned cold, but just you wait 

and the weather will change, whether you want it to or not. 

from “The New Gods” by Reginald Shepherd

This year I am challenging myself not to over-think and/or over-edit my poems for the challenge.  I tend to be very picky about when a poem "feels" complete to me and don't like to share an piece until I feel I have it just so.  This is one of the reasons I didn't make it much past the first week last year.  Granted I won't just throw any string of words together.  I will still strive for quality in my work...just not um...well perfection?  ^_^

In this particular piece, I was attempting to infer that Weather was something more than just literal 'weather' as the quote made me think of many of the contentious issues people in my country are bickering over that has to do with change.  I am uncertain if it worked and hope if any of you have feedback (preferably constructive feedback)  I would be most grateful for thoughts and comments! 

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“And the Weather Will Change”

And the weather will change…

Whether you want it to or not

Because a sun that rises high in summer

Must always sink low in winter

Before it can rise again

Will you fear the dark or embrace the dawn?

Even the softest breeze can blow without mercy

And reshape the contours of hill and vale

Will you be worn away or bend to the wind?

Rain that nourishes small streams to life

Can also turn currents into gluttonous beasts

Will you fight the tide or drift to new horizons?

Because….the weather WILL change,

Whether you want it to or not.

"In the Garden"

NaPoWriMo Day 1: 
Well me Lords and Lassies!  It's that time of year again...30 poems in 30 days for NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month).  I failed miserably at this challenge last year, but never let it be said that I won't 'try try try try try again" until I reach that goal.


The first prompt of the month/challenge is to write an ekphrastic poem – a poem inspired by or about a work of art. There’s no rules on  form for an ekphrastic poem, which suits me just fine as I typically write free verse. I knew instantly what particular piece of artwork would inspire me for this first poem on this first day.

 Garden of Taut by Aakheperure Merytsekhmet is a beautiful piece of original papyrus art that is painstakinly drawn and painted with well-researched Ancient Egyptian artwork.  This particular piece is one of the artist's  that I keep coming back to because of the stunning colors and evocative images.  I look at it and am transported to an Ancient Egyptian garden, where flowers and nature soothe the soul.  Aakheperure has a variety of art available at  http://aakheperure.redbubble.com.  You can also follow Aakheperure G+ !  Yes that's a plug! We artists stick together and support each other in our creative endeavors and I know +Aakheperure has inspired my works!




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“In the Garden”

In the garden

Where water flows and blossoms grow

Color and light play on glassy surface

And voices have fallen silent

In the garden

Where feathered fowl and sparkling fin frolic free

Painted tiles carve the floral paths

And blazing sun slides to sleep

In the garden

Where life renews in death’s embrace

Blue lotus petals fold into the watery depths

And peace lasts eternal