it is cold and the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ are dying
becoming withered memories
leaves are drifting and ¦¦¦¦ is falling
and the river flows like a stream of glass
the ¦¦¦¦¦ is fading
and birds are flying ¦¦¦¦
and the forest is taking on a sombre hue
and storms ¦¦¦¦¦ the ocean of my sleep
where my hair is soft as a spider web
and my filmy dress a paling ¦¦¦¦¦
and I stand ¦¦¦¦¦ in this decay as a tree
with ¦¦¦ arms outstretched to the sky
oh, the fine thread of summer is ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ thought
yet, there is a ¦¦¦¦ beauty all around me
and within the crumbling ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ leaves soar
oh, the splendor of the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ burnt orange
and red leaves ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
like weeping blood red raindrops
oh, listen to the ¦¦¦¦¦ chiming
of falling leaves
that I will hold ¦¦¦¦ a blanket of memory
while the wind utters ¦¦¦ wails like a hundred violins
and ¦¦¦¦¦¦ birds sing
a ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ symphony just for me
As I sat with Edgar Allan Poe,
my heart beat like a so-and-so.
I invited him in for tea
and, as that the son-of-a-gun looked at me,
I looked at him through my filmy eye,
and asked him if he could deny
that if I was anything, I was not mad,
that my case was ironclad.
He had the disposition of a grouch,
but, as a writer, he was no slouch -
though he made it his chosen mission
to exploit me without permission.
"Only from the heart can you touch the sky."
Quote by _Rumi
I went for a walk at twilight, that magic hour on the edge of night. When the sky is melting
into a sea of color. A blazing inferno descending. Vibrant red, orange, gold, purple hues,
and darkening blue, streaking and mingling. Clouds filmy grey drift waiting to welcome the
moon. But not yet, please, let me linger in the beauty . . .
the trees are shadows
swaying in tranquility-
serene sounds peaceful
Inspired with reflection and contemplation. I am full of solace and peace filling me with
euphoria. Oh, to become part of the painting in the sky that is melting into the earth bathing
the trees in golden hues. And then, the sun falls into the horizon and the sky is a dark blue
tint, till a explosion of stars surround the moon . . .
the edge of night drops
so beautifully quiet-
diamonds that twinkle
In the folds of night, as a wave, you came
Charioted in a filmy dream
All night you were with me
In love’s uncharted land, we roamed
You sang to me sweet rhymes of love
Echoing the lore of romantic lovers
Your voice choked and moist with passion
Overwhelming me with an ecstasy so rare
You fondled me with infinite tenderness
Opening in me all inlets of pleasure
Our hearts with divine furore filled
And we knew love’s sweet benediction
In the seclusion of that silvery night
Looking into the corners of your love lit eyes
I saw an ocean of rising and receding tides
And took a dip in the whirlpool of love
All night I inhaled your scent
Knew the warmth of your breath
Siphoned the sweetness of your lips
Alas! With dawn, you faded away like dew
See through and clear!
Oh, chiffon, flowing and soft
as a light, drizzly day
grants a filmy delusion.
Nothing to hide
beneath your opaque texture
that glides over nature
uplifting our keen senses.
Early, in the pre-dawn hush
I heard the robins sing,
and then a sleepy breeze awoke
and made the wind chimes ring.
Their blended notes in concert sweet
soon filled the morning air
as on horizon's stage the dawn
danced in and waited there.
In all her newfound finery,
her dress in filmy hues
of lavender and rosy pinks,
and shades of palest blue.
At last, the music died away,
and dawn, in golden gauze,
slipped off her skirts and left the stage,
to a rooster's loud applause.
"Cheating and trapping others are malicious. One must never try to cheat, if he/she wishes not to be cheated" ~ By Poet
At the GATE of a viscous net,
The sly spider waited alert.
A fly flitting closer on SHADOW wings,
Was caught in the dewy JEWEL studded strings.
When about to be wound round in ductile rings,
The fly with a cursing MUTTER made a fling,
And flew to freedom on filmy wings!
The tang of salt imbues the mist –
a calling I cannot resist.
I walk along the rocky shore
held spellbound by the ocean’s roar.
As darkness falls, the fog rolls in
and, from the lighthouse, shapes begin
to stalk within the opaque veils
like illustrations of its tales.
The cloying haze seems to transcend
reality, here at land’s end.
I see the ghosts of tortured souls,
their names inscribed on filmy scrolls.
There stands a lover who lost hope,
there a traitor, wrapped in rope,
a lost ship’s crew, still foundering
and fighting off the storms of spring.
Above it all, the lighthouse stands
illuminating within bands
of light this silent history
of struggles with the mighty sea.
A small breeze starts, a whispering,
a dirge that only oceans sing,
and soon the air is once more clear,
though I can feel the ghosts still near.
I sit upon the rocks and stare
out to the sea and wonder where
the lost souls seen now reside.
They ebb and flow like time and tide.
Sudden was the descent of poetry on me
I tottered under its weight
My body heated up like the sun
A frying egg yolk on the pan
My blood started burning…. burning
A strange madness crept across my senses
Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale
Or drunk with the vintage wine
Or by some mystical disengagement
I started levitating
Wings sprouted up suddenly on my sides
I reeled round and round
Flew up and up
Meteors flashed past
Stars blinked
Larger celestial bodies stood still
Strange sounds fleeted past my ears
My heart palpitated,
Like the rumblings of thunder
My eyes glowed like fire balls
A shout I heard afar
Over the heavens’ mysterious rim
Muffled though, I could decipher it;
“Welcome to the clan of poets”!
Around me, I saw multitudes of poets
Young and old, their faces blazing
Like a thousand lanterns lit
In that blinding brilliance
My filmy wings burnt outright!
Like Icarus, from the heights
I flopped down to the chasm below
In the scattered heap of flesh and bones
A faint stir …..
…………………..
The feeble flutter of a poetic heart
Before it was finally stilled!!
flowers near the window
in bright yellow
a filmy white curtain
swaying in the breeze
late afternoon sunshine
bouncing off walls
a tea pot steaming
a tea cup empty
a book lying open
on a vintage bed
colour glass vases
sparkling in the sun
a tranquil silence
fills the space
photographs
on dresser
purple walls
need paint
You senselessly hurt me,
Then, demand I do not cry.
You frustrate me,
Then, unsympathetically, punish my display of anger.
You ridicule me,
Then, taunt me when I strive to win your approval.
You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.
You set impossible goals,
Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.
You demonstrate blatant distain,
Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.
You demand the obscene use of my disempowered sheath,
Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.
Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?
Were you not once also a child,
Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?
Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?
Who taught you to hide your innocence,
In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?
A young female child cries hauntingly,
In the background of my dreams.
If children learn what they live,
Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?
Chula Fleming© 10/16 2016
A body cold as stone
Organic flesh statue
All the warmth is gone
Your breath cannot catch you
Milky white filmy veil
Where once reflected light
Lively limbs now they fail
No soul seen in your eyes
The spirits skin is shed
Like a garment worn to rags
Sin-eater consumes the bread
And mourners wail so sad.
Look up ye people of sorrow!
Your loved one isn't there!
That's just the old flesh robe
While on earth we wear
The True self is in Spirit now
Ascended to the throne
And at the feet of God, doth bow
Your name He's always known
This body of blood and bone
To the dirt corruption returns
To dust wind gust has blown
Or to ashes in an urn
no matter for it's no longer needed
We go back to Spiritual form
Death has finally been defeated
So we need not mourn
Oh no please don't get me wrong
You'll miss your dear loved one
But take heart knowing it won't be long
For mourning brings the Son,
Yes, morning brings the sun.
Setting: A castle garden where a man and woman are talking
Character 1 - Giselle
Character 2 - Robert
Dialogue:
Robert: My dear, you look ravishing today !
Giselle: Thank you darling, do you like it ?
Robert: The colors are perfect for your skin !
Giselle: I thought so also, do you like the material ?
Robert: I do indeed, so delightful and bright !
Giselle: Does the material remind you of anything ?
Robert: Well, now that you mention it, my curtains !
Giselle: Do you think I would make a dress out of curtains ?
Robert: No, of course not, that was silly of me !
Giselle: Do you like how it flows all billowy in the breeze ?
Robert: I do indeed, the inside panel all filmy and soft !
Giselle: Well, darling did you really like your curtains ?
Robert: I do, now hold on a second dear heart !
Giselle: Yes, darling this dress could be made of curtains ?
Robert: And now I see that it is, what a talent you are !
Giselle: Oh thank goodness, I thought you would be angry ?
Robert: So let me get this straight you are wearing my curtains !
Giselle: Exactly, they were too pretty for a window don't you think ?
Colors drop, intermingle, and pop;
A waterfall of prismatic raindrops;
A downpour of prismatic raindrops
bring focus to a filmy mosaic;
See clearly a complicated mosaic
brushed with Earth’s salty tears;
Highlighting spectacular tears,
zig zags paint an umbrella’s design;
Crestfallen streaks an umbrella design
adding a flare of desolation and style;
Thunder loudly echos it’s own style,
bold reminder to always amplify;
Tempestuous storm fades just to amplify;
Colors drop, intermingle, and pop.
at this blessed time of the year
I am in quiet introspection
seeking the ethereal ~ I meditate
wanting to set sail to divine balance
as a lantern gliding over the sea
delicate, airy and light
I am filmy and gossamer
my aura misty mauve
life is a delicate fragile seed
full of promise, hope and love
and my life is unfurling
for my floating ethereal lantern
holds a flickering light
overflowing with violet hues
I feel the ebb and flow pulling
and whispers of sweetness swirl
my meditation is lit by my soul
with thoughts painted exquisite
in magic beneath a veiled sun
I drift my lantern like a gauzy curtain
a picture of serenity over the sea
I am spiritual, ethereal, and sublime
infinite are my shades
dusty mauve brushstrokes whirl
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