A mountain stream
Laughing, longing, lasting
Through moments, wishes
Gentle vibrations
Craving the breathless
Praise flowing over
Smooth stones, racing free
Toward the sea of
Whispering grace
Breathing melodies
Beneath the shadows
Of humility and prayer
A humble farewell
As rainfall and dewdrops
Caress the misty morn
Rich hues of hope
Falling lightly
Against silent thoughts
Imagination, inspiration
Alive, dancing eagerly
Lighting the heart
With ambiences
Of faith, praise
Softly calling, scrutinizing
Searching for love
Among the stars
Who gaze at the liquid
Lulling naked thoughts
Into easy reveries
Dreams of serenity
Reflecting on the sun
Rays of comprehension
Bidding my soul
Kind adventures
Through graceful sprays
Of hungry moisture
Thriving on the inside
Where colors of love
Light up the whole world
Anything You Want - Must be New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
July 30, 2021
Categories:
ambiences, peace, river, silence, water,
Form: Free verse
LOST RINGS AND BROKEN TOES
a sultry summer night
entices
exposed-- unclothed
immersion
sinking into velvet
water
body twirls as fingertips
brush
echoing aqua circles by
moonlight
flash of silver flies
high
lands in darkened
flora
the ring that binds
lost
love in a maze of
undergrowth
ambiences swim into
reality
wet feet trip on slippery
tiles
in hasty panic searching
torch
on hands and knees in
shrubbery
pain ignored as ring
unearthed
precious gem worth broken
toe
© Kim van Breda-- March 2014
( True story.. and yes.. my left baby toe is really sore..) :)
Categories:
ambiences, analogy, moon, romance, water,
Form: Free verse
Moon, Moon, see what I give you, moon.
an offering, as images
Hitherto quiescent in their primal darkness
Writhe upward from the writhing mind
Like sacrificial smoke.
For now my mind avid for the sea
Destined to replace it surges like that surface
Under the cool frenzy of your midnight glow
And unsettles to the point where I
Rehearse the end pursued: first,
My tossing on reflected horns; then after, sunk
In lucent ambiences where your pull
Unfurls the seaweed's banner from my spine
And where my vacant skull can measure out
Eternity in grains of sand.
Wholly dissolved, draw me up loosely
Till poised in an exquisite crest
I indicate the centre where your forces gather.
Moon, moon, see what I give you, moon.
To little purpose is the blood I offer:
Burdened with a death still unachieved,
I sometimes tremble when my diapason swells,
Being inwardly aware that I
But reinforce its absence by these words
Restored again by your affective light.
But I approach the headlong fall, the pitch
Which happens as the dream exhausts its depths.
Meantime I keep on waiting unfulfilled,
A rotten fruit that moulders from the core.
Moon, moon, what more can I give you, moon?
Categories:
ambiences, angst,
Form: Blank verse