At the edge of rock and sky, She breathed frozen air And was energized. Lights glowed in benediction; She raised her arms and prayed. Dancers flowed and twisted, Magnetized from pole to pole, Swirling, streaming, In the green auroral mist. She had to come to the end Of the earth to kill the pain, But instead Was born again.
Every delay, Each disappointment Brought you so low And crushed all your dreams. No dove on the wing Could sing you a rainbow While you cried in misery. For better or worse, You were my destiny; Even so, I did not try To follow you down To your network of pain. I saw the astonishing Pattern in the storm And how the harsh lashings Revealed beauty and warmth. If only you could have waited And played the long game.
~*~ Image from Lovethispic. Poetry form: free verse.
Swirling under a butter sun, Languidly I become One with the current, Ever circling. This luminous pool, Loops through my lazy reverie. Vaguely aware I am losing Some essential identity, A separateness That makes me, me, I vow to forsake this place. Yet the heady siren’s call To blend into the cool blue thrall, The glassy-eyed sameness, Whispers my name. I know a belonging Even while longing To stand alone and free, Without worrying whom to please. But which path to peace?
Desolate, I walked until the cold Numbed the marrow of my bones. The clouds roamed so restlessly, But I trudged East stone by stone– Long past time I headed home. Hours passed and a flash of gold Showed me that tomorrow had come; Shadows danced across the road As I retraced my way to yesterday. The tree I knew since I was born Was skeletal now, weak, and shorn; It trembled in the early morn, Branches reaching not to me, But to something I could not see.
Written for the Daily Echo. Image credit to Sue Vincent (RIP).
This is the place, the old ones say, Where moonglow bathes the lake, And an unearthly shimmer shines Beyond the towering pines. They say a spaceship landed here, In a dark, despairing year, Right where the coral poppies bloom– Bereft of sun, they thrive in gloom. Bury your treasure, gems and gold, And it will be increased sevenfold. I think it’s worth a try, don’t you? Meet you there at half past two.