The magic lantern, like Plato's cave
Should comfort us from here to grave
Illusions tempt but serve to save
Us all from small tedium
The little deaths that make up life
'tween buoyancy and mindless strife
Let balance there be our midwife
And rescue lies aborning
Breathe deeply in, the chance of mirth
At ev'ry chance from here to birth
The only measure of life's worth
Is pleasure gained from honest laughter dawning
For life's a heavy weight to bear
And we should not the mantle wear
Like it's a cloak of camel's hair
Thru the desert of life's making
When oasis waits upon the verge
If we but let our senses merge
Resisting mightily the urge
To wallow there in grieving
When courage is what takes the day
While life's embattled forces play
The lightness out in bitter fray
Shall not the victor be upon death's requiem
My eyes open up like a wound
Every impossible day passes by
Loud heartbeats shadow good things
A single hold of someone could fix it all...
Bright is the dew that embraces my earth
As seasons breathe with a lingering sigh;
Oaks in teal ripple and glimmer in peace
With hymns of ' thank you' I can't defy.
In this free motion, tranquility abides
North winds drift along, gentle and refined
Encircling on the core of quietude;
That hours glide perfectly, weaving a bind.
For gratitude becomes my life’s keeper
Each passing turns into a rune, a fire;
Till lightness of ease imbues vibrant thoughts
Benevolent as sunrays that inspire.
Today leans again with a lustrous face
In calm persuasion, my heart and soul meet,
This wholeness bathing in its grateful flow
When life resounds without any conceit.
A life of blessings and lightness
By Michelle Morris
25/04/2024
Light the match
Watch it burn
Your old life
The twists and turns
Let the wind blow
Ashes far away
Time for clear skies
No more grey days
Plant the seeds
New roots to grow
Sunshine and roses
Beach walks and moon glows
Rainbows and stars
Green grass and flowers
White picket fences
Love and light showers
Embrace the beauty
Colours and brightness
You deserve good
A life of blessings and lightness
© Michelle Morris, 2024
"Things"
May seemingly
Get heavy in
What appears as life
For no one..
Burdens and
Frustrations which are
Stories of suffering
Appearing as This..
Lightness appearing
As heavy...
No one knows
the lightness my soul feels
Only my dream and i.
Since my heart has met light
I must keep that secret.
my words breath a red fire
I won't show nothing
That could betray my dream
Times, too often, I forget…I was not born to bring
darkness to our planet.
But am here to lighten all souls, who exist upon it.
I do forget, and need to meditate upon it.
Surely, problems are many and do exist.
No need to wear chains upon our wrist.
We came from the light, and things of great
beauty and might.
It’s no help to this world, to make it all
frightening like a windy, stormy night.
I see the wondrous, winding path ahead.
May I fill it with hope and sunshine, till I at
last, lay down my head!
1/4/2023
Times, too often, I forget, that I was not born to bring
darkness to our planet.
But I am to lighten all souls, who exist upon it.
I do forget, and need to meditate upon it.
Surely, problems are universal and do exist.
No need for us wear chains upon our wrists!
We came from the light, and things of great
beauty and might.
It’s no help to this world, to make it all
frightening like a windy, stormy night.
I see the long, winding path ahead.
May I fill it with hope and sunshine, till I am dead.
12/18/2022
. Life begins to stir
Tiny green buds everywhere
lightness fills the air
Soon, wildflowers will appear
Earth's rejoicing has begun.
March 7, 2022
for Springtime Beauty Tanka Contest
by M. L. Kiser
It inflated, it vanished
and gone...no salt
not sweet...
So light it was lost
in the ethereal, and neither ,
her lightness was sustained ...
The tenuous network of fragile threads
broken..., it hoisted itself in the air...
but it fell...
Searched in the Fields
shelter and the field didn't donate...
She wanted to run away to the sea...but
couldn't swim and sank...
Being Mariana, she camouflaged herself
of submarine and went to atone
her mistakes at the bottom of the sea...
Because she doesn't believe in the real, she lost
faith in God... she went to rescue
faith in Neptune and Zeus...
to be able to continue,
dreaming of a green country...!
Like bumping into an old friend
un-expectantly
a warm spring day arrives
un-announced.
People smile unabashedly
making their entrance teeth first
into each others view.
It all seems so new.
Winter’s curtain lifts
like Marilyn’s skirt
on a subway grate,
ruffling everyone’s
consciousness awake.
When things are so fine,
we all take note.
A new alertness in the air
carried by all the latest lungs,
like a new Givenchy tote.
Spring has stepped
onto the Avenue.
All eyes are now on her
Everywhere we hear a purr
instead of brrr!
On the river of wishes that fall upon my youth
And flows with the autumnal streams of leafy dreams that float
Upon the future of my tomorrow seeking my truth
I journey wide and long with my ghosts aboard my boat
To search for the soul of heaven and living heart of me
Deeper currents lead me to a brilliant light somewhere
While darkness all around my fears swallows all my hope
I push through murky waters escaping unknown phantoms there
To find my faith and willingness to struggle and cope
To search for the soul of heaven and living heart of me
So on it streams unswerving as its course sways and wends
So I may find the light of understanding promised long ago
For I know my intended destiny lies just around the bend
As far and wide I journey on dark secrets water flow
To search for the soul of heaven and living heart of me
January 21, 2021
All Yours (Jan 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
There’s a feeling of lightness
Afloat in the air
Replacing the crushing
Depression once there.
The cloud cover’s parted,
Admitting some sun,
A reward for the challenges
Conquered and won.
The path won’t be easy
But now there’s a chance
So it makes perfect sense
If we just want to dance.
There is joy that’s reflected
In half-hidden smiles.
For hope that’s been muted,
We’ve turned up the dials.
I sail down the sidewalk
Where once I did trudge,
No longer afraid of
The muck and the sludge.
F-irst sight of lightness
E-ndorses the new dawn;
B-eacon begins to rise,
E-arly above the horizon.
R-ead the sight of lightness,
L-et it teach on God's presence;
Y-ou should know and recognize
N-othing but His existence.
M-eet the sight of lightness,
A-fter the evening shadow;
N-ight is nowhere to be found,
U-nder the brighter morrow.
B-ehold February fifteenth
A-ll the truth and righteousness;
G-od opens both your eyes before the sight of lightness.
Nobody wants a well, when I am sad,
A few drops are enough to bring on rain!
This realm's sorrows -- enough to drive us mad!
Nobody needs the bottom of the drain!
I ask my heart, 'what new gift shall we bring?'
And then, I wait for answers in the calm
(Loud shouts come when I hear but storm and sting!)
And then, a butterfly lights on my palm:
'She was my Joy!' its wings whisper to me,
'And I must wait awhile, until we touch.
We played together often, now a sea
Has washed our sand-castles, and not left much.
I'll need to live now, in another place,
Perhaps the elves will build me one, by Grace!'
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