raven of the marsh sounded the alarm
mystic named Marilee listened carefully
first the bull frogs, then the spiders, now this
three signs in three days; mischief was afoot
spirit was in the air, Marilee strived to identify it
A chill pierced her soul; she felt threatened
this was not a spirit guide she knew or a loving ancestor
Clairsentient, she sensed lilac and an ironed linen
an old-fashioned entity, possibly female, but maybe not
you do not know me, the spirit told her
this message entered Marilee’s mind
her neck hairs stood up on edge
the air was heavy; she took a step
the entity followed her
what do you want? She asked
not with words, but in her mind
the lack of answer shook her a bit
the sky was filled with grayscale fuzziness
the woods felt ominous tonight
Marilee walked toward her garden
she had a strong feeling turkey buzzards would be here by morning
an unsettling premonition
Categories:
clairsentient, scary,
Form: Free verse
her aged hands smoothed the velveteen cloth
a floatie travelled across the upper corner of her right eye
was spirit here already?
She peered into her crystal ball, quieting herself
messages floated into her mind
she knew her client would be connected with ancestors
if he was not clairvoyant, he would be clairaudient or clairsentient
the seasoned soothsayer picked up her tarot deck
she began laying the cards down in a precise order
she flipped the cards and read the message
pick up the runes too, a voice said
being clairaudient, clairsentient and clairvoyant,
of course she followed spirit’s directions
Categories:
clairsentient, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
furiously frolicking fey do not visit everyone
some empaths hear their giggles
others sense their lively antics
few humans see them
the ones I know bring a fragrance with them
I am clairsentient
aware more than others
clairaudient too; I hear their giggles
I cannot fathom life without them
some of the nonbelievers would not believe me
but they are here, in the forms of elves, faeries, and brownies
gnomes, dragonflies and damselflies are their distant cousins
sometimes they surround me
landing on my shoulder
showing themselves also in golden orbs
I am blessed, but keep it to myself
being a clairvoyant is not for everyone
maybe it does not run in some families
but it runs in mine, and I smile at the fey
as they hide themselves from the nonbelievers
Categories:
clairsentient, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Some adults have retained their childlike qualities
These humans can sense, smell, and see spirit.
The trick is in the way you approach life.
You have to skip toward it, loving the idea of something new
Expecting to capture joy and love each day.
Categories:
clairsentient, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
an instant empathic recognition
a knowing without knowing how I know
being clairsentient is in my mind's forefront
I adjust my clairvoyant eye as an old soul brings a message
Categories:
clairsentient, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
The cosmos and the trip to the outer limits was within her grasp.
She was fearless, assuring her relatives it was no big deal.
Of course it was, and she was super thrilled to have been chosen.
They hugged her good-bye as if they would never see her again.
I am just going to Planet X34C she said, laughing at their morbidity.
Upon arrival, the astronauts drew straws to see who would exit first.
Would they disintegrate upon contact? Would it be safe?
No human had been on Planet X34C yet. She won the draw.
Her comrades gave her light punches on the back and shoulder.
Good luck! They said. She smiled, thinking of her family.
Being the first one out of the chute, so to speak, she was obligated.
To report back, to reassure them, to explain the climate and dangers.
Being clairsentient, her precognitive abilities soared in the cosmos.
She was one with the God-mind here; they were close to heaven.
In awe, she gave praise and thanks. Loving this nurturing of her soul.
Categories:
clairsentient, science fiction,
Form: Narrative
We are both clairaudient
We can hear slamming of doors
or kitchen cupboards when no one is visually there.
We are also both clairsentient
Some would call us empaths.
We pick up on feelings, which is why going to a mall is awful
We know without knowing how we know
Categories:
clairsentient, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Catha’s hair glistened in the Celtic way
Druids would have worshipped her
A sprinkle of cinnamon on her arms
Her face pixie-like and heart shaped
People fell in love with her
Scottish, Irish and Druids claimed her
We were five when Ma spun the Catha stories.
For our benefit, to honor our McCormick ginger hair.
To help us feel normal with our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles.
Born near Stonehenge,
Gifted with a soothsayer’s heart
She was more fey than the faeries
More gypsy than the Romans.
Clairaudient and clairsentient,
She sensed brownies, elves, and poltergeists
We were seven when our classmates began to bully us
Making fun of our McCormick ginger hair.
To try and make us feel ashamed of our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles, but it did not work
For we were like Catha, the pride of the clan.
Mother’s preparation suiting us up to ignore their evil taunts.
Categories:
clairsentient, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Free verse
deep in the back of a forty acre plot of land
there is a house most cannot abide
many have heard the rumors and still cannot find it
I hear wailing screaming keening shrieks
from the house of the dead
being clairaudient has its drawbacks
when you add clairsentient to that, it is crazy
I smell the smoke, and my lungs begin filling
I feel there was abuse there,
which is why the fire was set
I back away from the house of the dead.
Contest: Ghost Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Written 2/28/2021
Lines: 11
Categories:
clairsentient, scary,
Form: Free verse
The great spirits began to dance their thanksgiving song
Grandmother Forest watched with pride and thoughtfulness
Auntie Running Bear had formed Brother Fire, and was seeking
Truth from her nephews’ spirit animals.
Wise Owl was there, summoning his power animal.
Hooting in the trees verified he had reached his inner truths.
Sly Fox was trying his best to concentrate, but he was distracted.
Irritated that Wise Owl’s spirit guide was verifying his presence.
This is not a competition, Auntie Running Bear cautioned her charges.
Communing with your spirit guides is something we do individually.
They come in their own time; know they are here, to be summoned.
Creeping turtle felt her spirit animal’s presence, for she was clairsentient.
What if we feel she is here, but we cannot see her?
You have reached a Nirvana that the medicine woman cannot dispute.
Grandmother Forest watched and listened in fascination.
Thrilled she knew how to hoot like an owl. What sound does a turtle make?
Categories:
clairsentient, native american,
Form: Prose Poetry
If he gets a step closer I will pulverize him.
Winsome Witch Wisteria White whispered to Big Jim.
Lightning lit up the sky, and they saw the warlock’s face.
He was masculine, kindly handsome with sexual grace.
You can’t keep this one! Big Jim said with clairsentient alarm.
She laughed and greeted the warlock, all tingly and warm.
I’m going to keep you forever, she said, giving him a flirty wink.
The wily warlock laughed, and thought that’s what you think.
He had been sent by the Warlock and Witch C.I.A. to spy
On Witch Wisteria White and this weird Big Jim guy.
If she got out of line, he was pre-cleared to atomize.
These two settled down and fell in love, no big surprise.
Categories:
clairsentient, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
Colours Perfuse
Bluebell tinkers in soft mellow waters
splashing in her fantasy and dreams
Tolling oceans flicker chakra’s paths
ring truths and wondrous melodies
Crowned indigo with chanted violet
Peace in her gypsy’s carriage’s heart
She hears the colours smells shades
of pastels tastes aquamarine touches
All lapis lazuli synaesthesia molten
cores when she sees her crystal vision
Comes flows cascades crescendos
compiles her senses on life’s tapestry
A seeker finder clairsentient spirit medium
Bluebell slashes blues and brushes muse
27th January 2017
Categories:
clairsentient, color, muse, poetry,
Form: Free verse