My pale skin elbows perch on bridge imposing,
upon some ample urban gurgling river’s surge,
a heart palpitating in nostalgic rhythmic vein,
as I recall my auntie aglow in treasured haunt,
who focussed without minimal falter or delay,
at a remote mist enshrouded mystery peak,
lady who communed with transcendant summit,
with rippled laughter, bouncy sumptuous rapture,
she dreamt of sculpting velvet prose in praise but alas,
a woman’s early passing this sudden thwarted foil,
perhaps I might fulfill that sapphire cloud aspiration,
oh how I yearn profoundly for such charisma now,
her colourful asides, witty tinted “INK”-lings,
whose temperament exuded pink pastel
brushstrokes,
petrichor of poignancy that lingering whimsical, spark from my boundless auntie,
a red hue’d stimulus I inherited
Drifting
on a vast ocean
emerald spangled
calling to celestial plains
of the lost citadel
where forgotten tribes
communed in radiant silence
and telepathed secrets
beyond the mortal prophesies
of sages.
You did not rush the ruins of me.
You entered gently,
Like a prayer whispered
In the hollows of a broken chapel.
Your touch-
Not just desire,
But devotion.
You traced every scar
As though it were scripture.
We did not collide,
We communed-
Your breath a psalm,
My sighs an amen
Rising from the altar of my ache.
Where others only sought fire,
You brought warmth.
Where I had gone numb,
You gave sensation
Like sunlight to a frostbitten bloom.
And in that sacred rhythm,
Bodies bowed but hearts upright,
I remembered that Love-
True, tender, trembling-
Can feel like worship
And still leave no bruise.
So I opened,
Not just my thighs,
But my trust.
And you entered not to take-
But to awaken
The woman I'd buried
Beneath years of surviving.
In dusk's silence, I wandered into the forest's recesses
Where ancient secrets slumber, and mystic powers weave
The Uba forest's murmured wonders, a realm of awe
Where powder-kissed mysteries await, and spirits breathe
Fortified by inner strength, I communed with the land's guardian
A being of primal power, with eyes that saw beyond
The veil of reality, where worlds collide and blend
Humans morph into beasts, and creatures take on human form
In this realm of shape-shifting dreams, night and day converge
As beings with terrifying visages stride, their power unbound
I emerged transformed, my essence infused with forest might
Empty plates overflowed, and respect followed in my wake
But power's double-edged sword sliced through my foolish pride
My secret revealed, my life force ebbed away, in cool blood spilled
Now a spirit within the spirit realm, I whisper warnings true
Human power, fleeting and fragile, against God's eternal might forever
the world a playground
parents arms our nest
school was fun too
barring the weekly test
measles and mumps
mother tended with care
flame of love vibrated
heart vibrant and aware
our fontanel was open
we communed with God
but when we shared this
we but got a careless nod
we knew then we are soul
encased in body-mind
it took time to realise
to truth others were blind
counselled by elders
light of our soul became dim
taught to be street smart
God called but we forgot Him
looking back we now see
it was as meant to be
even though we seem bound
our soul is always free
Our fun-filled childhood years were free from fears
Vibrance of innocence was then at its peak
We learnt as we played day after day
Dancing with life cheek to cheek
Our ego was then not in focus
Soul presence was aglow in the heart
Each morn at dawn we communed with God
Breath by breath feeling within bliss ignition start
In those days we assumed all saw God as we did
Therefore for us it was not a bragging right
We journeyed to heaven as we pleased
And saw human auras shining bright
Heaven on earth we lived as we liked
Living from heart there was no pretence
Our heart was pure and we forgave easily
We lived breath by breath in the present tense
Both graveyards and temples for us were same
We judged no one by the clothes they wore
We were resplendent in the light of bliss
Grace so in-pouring from every pore
Sadly as we grew up the current ebbed
Consciousness shifted from heart to head
Innocence died and so light of soul dimmed
The price paid for not being by bliss beats led
In the process of
Knowing you
He came to talk
So interesting
With speech
While my mate walked
...with you
Alone, it seemed
Uninterested in me
He lodged with beasts
I preferred beauty
And the questions
Hanging on trees
...forbidden
I reached for fruit
You said nothing
As I communed
You are too
Companion to me
Though both doomed
...to death
The creature violated
Me, again and again
As I yelled your name
I knew you would come
For one purpose
To clothe violence in shame
...for being human
You abandoned me!!!!
You left me with judgment
And a prophecy that bound my body
To an earth filled with
My children's blood
Godless...no LOVE
No pain is greater....
Wait
Is that you
Wailing in the corner
With bound hands
As my roots are being
Bound to a barren ground
He's a liar...He's a freakin' liar
None of this is TRUTH
Daddy God's name is LOVE
And nothing can separate us...NOTHING!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-10-2024
Bitty birds scuffle and flounce
under the roofed-in.
Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle.
Snuffle go the whiskered,
the mousy muzzle's
all along the bent beam wood.
A pepper powdering
in the chink-lit sunbeams.
In this his tumbled castle-keep
youth sky-larked a being
a ghostling ally sight unseen
there in the day-baked barn.
Long days he communed and lazed
in dim swaddled and idle ease
stretched-out and dream-basked,
seeped in the tar caulked wood
steeped in a gown-shadowed glow
with the evening-come nightly
jackdaw and crow.
They were her favourite,
She loved them deeply,
I saw her tend them with care,
She communed with them,
She sat in their midst in the cool of the evening,
They blossomed with her every care,
I was deeply moved,
She trimmed and sold some,
Instructing that they should
be nurtured with care,
When she was indisposed,
They slowly withered,
I took over and did her obligations,
They didn’t respond at first,
But later conceded,
When she departed,
I told them,
But promised to wear her shoes.
October 16, 2022.
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it In my heart) I am never without you"
Quote - by E. E. Cummings
She stood against the tide and waded through,
Though taken by some, she emerged stronger,
She tussled until all her dreams came true,
She walked through midnight a furlong longer.
Walking through the woods was her huge delight,
She communed with the facets of nature,
Until beyond seen borders she took flight,
Taken beyond the earth's nomenclature.
Her departure hangs heavy in my heart,
Her exit still brings tearful memories,
She resides still though we have come apart,
Thoughts of her are knitted like tapestries.
They stand before me as dawn and twilight,
Gloom that’s recalcitrant to the sun's light.
September 22, 2022.
Theme: Lost to Heaven - Grandmother,
Writing Challenge - In My Heart - SForms - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Nature’s beauty,
Purple bounty,
Mother’s favourite,
They elevated her dampened spirit,
She communed with them,
They bordered her helm,
Their fragrance permeated our home,
They were permuted in the shape of a dome.
August 25, 2022.
Down by the pier he loved to go,
Twilight saw him sit on the pier,
Rendezvous with self was his delight,
I'd insisted to go with him but he refused,
He said, “Nature has a time for everyone.”
He watched the sun take a sink,
He sat there until the moon took its place
and the stars were dispersed in the sky,
He communed with the tides,
For he nodded intermittently.
His face glowed after each visit,
He penned down some words
in a journal which he kept away from all.
This was found under his pillow,
As he went on an eternal journey.
August 4, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 11 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.
Tiny petals,
Crystalline anthers,
Trombone-like style,
Its fragrance permeates the space,
Its purple hue glows in the sunlight,
Its freshness sedates the mind,
It sleeps in the cold,
Wakes with renewed vigour in the spring,
My mother’s favourite,
They communed in the morning hour,
They stood by her bedside in her final days.
June 10, 2022.
She entered the forest as the leaves turned golden and brown.
The red and yellow ones swiftly laid their short lives on the ground.
Is this the Autumn Witch? The knotholes asked the bark of their trees.
Not sure, they replied, but she entered on a light October breeze.
The Autumn Witch communed with the birds and the leaves.
She let them know that she was here to support grasses and trees.
I will follow the pumpkins out of this world when it is time, she said.
And they, like you leaves, will return to the earth, clay so red.
Pride of Place - My Mother's Piano
My mother’s hands on ivory keys wove enchanted runes
Then flew across the keyboard in musical monsoons
Notes of black and white in song serenades communed
She coaxed the claviature to plaintive and musical cartoons.
Eighty-eight keys remember days of Claire de Lune,
Sonatas lyrical shimmers recall enchantments of the moon,
Bewitching notes that bloomed in l’apres midi afternoons
Reminisce now that her treasured piano graces my front room.
2-7-22
Contest: Pride of Place
Sponsor: Julie Ward
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