Blackened tendrils take the trees,
Take the skin by follicle,
Empty matter, pushed debris,
Pressed and parabolical.
Zephyrus claims, lack of choice,
Echoes through the aether,
Chaos calms his quiet voice,
To suffer with the weather.
Windows shutter, clap in tune,
Aeolus purring bag and pipe,
Uilleann iron, aural rune,
Despite aptitude and gripe.
Nonetheless the Iris slims,
To folded air in lack of light,
Cluttered ever in the whims,
To that which chances sight.
Categories:
aeolus, feelings, good morning, january,
Form: Rhyme
At the winter solstice,
It is said,
The mythical bird
Mates in a nest floating
On the sea.
She charms the wind
And the waves
Into calm.
Note: Halcyon means “kingfisher” in Greek, and the phrase is founded on a charming myth, involving the marriage of Alcyone – daughter of Aeolus, the god of winds – and Ceyx, son of the morning star.
For the "The Myth Behind the Halcyon Days – An Ancient Greek Love Story", go to : https://greekerthanthegreeks.com/2015/01/halcyon-days-love-story.html
Categories:
aeolus, mythology,
Form: Verse
Sing, sing a song of freedom,
fly, fly messenger of the world.
Glide through Aeolus carrying the word.
Let nothing hinder your flight of peace.
Be not afraid of God's message.
Just glide, messenger, glide.
Sing, beauty of song, sing.
Sing it loud, peace. Sing it clear, peace.
Sing the song for all to hear.
Let it ride on Boreas, glide on Zephyr,
whisk through Favonius and Eurus.
Sing, that glorious message of our Lord.
Sing that precious song.
Categories:
aeolus, bird, freedom, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
WINTER
you come, as unwelcome,
as rain on a sunny day,
and you play a game
of how cold you can hurt.
the flowers, the fresh smell
of nature rides on Aeolus,
to different time, different
place, some far away land.
and what stays, dies forever,
or succumbs to await its return.
you hurt, cold, brisk, so
windy, and then you cry.
you cry on all, dry white tears,
that pile so high, we must
pick them up and await the
residue to melt.
Categories:
aeolus, seasons, snow, weather, winter,
Form: Free verse
Clouds encircle
sage colored dreams,
ice crystals block the sky
Today in shadows,
yesterday’s warning,
memories start to cry
The stratus thickens,
impending doom,
prophesy to remind
Aeolus has woken,
his rain of tears
—ablution most unkind
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Categories:
aeolus, storm,
Form: Rhyme
Dark clouds drift slowly across the leaden sky.
The air is stagnant, still, heavy with promise of the tempest to come.
Standing, abandoned, forlorn, on the edge of the abyss I wait.
Tears of anguish course down my cheeks, vanishing into the dust.
My head bowed in grief as if in worship to the god Aeolus.
The sound of my low sobbing a mantra to his approach.
Dark clouds drift slowly across the chaos in my mind.
The old fear has brought forth the fruit of despair as it was ordained.
Sounds of thunder arise, the harbinger of the furore to come.
Thoughts of what has been lost, expunged, from my view overwhelm me.
Memories, so many memories so many colours all turned to grey.
The moan breaks free rising with the wind, a sirens song of futile love.
Dark clouds drift slowly across the ruin of my soul.
The sky is lit with bolts of white light joining heaven and earth.
Scars of wounds long healed reopen, I bleed for each friend lost.
Terrible is my lament as my head rises and I turn to face the gale.
More than heart can bear, the pain, the grief, the loss, my true friend.
The crescendo of sound and light is reached, the edge of the abyss stands empty.
Categories:
aeolus, best friend, death, loss,
Form: Narrative
Invisible power
mighty strength,
force of Nature
fearing of no earthly being.
Whipping, ripping, howling -
those inhuman sounds;
gentleness, soothing -
like holding a newborn.
Civilizations have honored you -
Aeolus, Zephyrus,
Aquilo, Auster...
Gods - Greek and Roman.
We build towers to harness you,
birds to ride you,
tunnels to beat you,
structures to withstand you.
You alone mystify us,
entrance us, defy us...
invisible force, mighty force -
Nature's strength.
Categories:
aeolus, nature
Form: Free verse
Come; lie with me in the grass
Of summer and feel the cool green
Blades give ground to our presence here.
Smell the white clover my dearest?
Its odoriferous fragrance
Pales by comparison with you.
Look! I see a four-leaf clover,
Though rare, it’s not as rare as you;
I picked you out amongst a crowd
And have been in love ever since.
That sun that kisses these flowers
Is not as warm as your kisses
And the warm rustling summer breeze
Lingers long about your tresses
Stilled by the jealous Aeolus
Who claims all things but you my dear.
Categories:
aeolus, love, nature, passionsummer, summer,
Form: Free verse
amorphous creeping, flowing fog
a living wispy presence
directed by Aeolus whim
searching for substance and form
to grasp and entomb
finds unresisting, sleeping shapes
in gray shadowed forest trees
reaching and waving
in the early morning cold
with gnarled fingers tipped with
a million tiny blood veins
frozen and waiting for juice
quietly, hungrily, the fog flows
over delicate linear, earth-tethered artwork
with a fine web of liquid glass
distant glowing half moon illumines
the reflective glossy lacy tracery
with a million reflective sparkling points
slowly the gray above turns
to light then royal blue
then shades of pink and orange
set the stage for an explosion
of brightest yellow as the Sun’s
brilliant glowing golden rays
refract the tips of an infinity
of tiny liquid-coated artful threads
I sit riveted in my wicker and marvel
at the wonder of Mother once again
Categories:
aeolus, nature
Form: Free verse
Swift
winds drift
parading
hopes cascading
lift
Zephyr's delight
caressing branches in the breeze
Zephyr's delight
Spirals of light
flickering shadows from the trees
Currents of erotic winds tease
Zephyr's delight
Spires
from mires
of gray sway
and receive thrills
as the soft whispered breath of Zephyr spills.
Rushing
Gushing
Fleeting
reeting
Zephyr races Rushing, Gushing through
He passes so Fleeting, Greeting few
Zephyr's
endless travels
across earth's face he'll stir
his caress gently unravels
wonder.
His winds entangled in the vines
that tickle`spines
and softly kiss
us with his bliss.
He sweeps the fields of golden corn
within the morn
and tickles grass
as he zips past.
Oh, Zephyr's voice around us trills
his sweet song spills
into a dance
of sweet romance.
Zephyr
Heavenly, immortal
Whirling, swirling, twirling
Grand, graceful Roman God; Grand Graceful Greek God
Whirling, swirling, twirling
Heavenly immortal
Aeolus
Forms used in this piece:
Stanza 1- Lanturne
Stanza 2- Rondelet
Stanza 3- tetratractys
Stanza 4- Tyburn
Stanza 5- cinquain
Stanza 6- minute poem
Stanza 7- diamante
Categories:
aeolus, nature, sweet, sweet,
Form: Cinquain
Many moons have fallen
Since the captain set sail.
This relentless wanderer,
Who searches the world
To uncover a timeless tale.
Rove though he must,
Persevere through time,
Across a perilous sea,
For more than aged wine.
“Let it go, tis the key,”
Whispers the wind amidst the billows.
But can he unlock the truth,
Or trust echoes from the past,
While the tempest blows strong
Whipping wildly upon his mast.
“Is it too late?” he cries to Aeolus,
”To unveil the true passage,
Tame the internal flame,
Decipher the hidden message?”
Alas! Breathe out the impending woe,
Unsheathe the burning desire,
Unchain the unending sorrow,
And untie this soul on fire.
Now let it go; let it be
And let this night unfurl
A mystery of a heart’s plea,
Which has searched the world
To one day, once again, be free.
Categories:
aeolus, adventure, allegory, confusion, faith,
Form: Free verse
Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.
Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.
Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.
So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.
Categories:
aeolus, faith, inspirational, life, nature,
Form: I do not know?