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After two weeks of riding the winds across the world,
I return to the nest where my heart had perched all along.
Meeting old souls and young flames was a melody of warmth,
Their greetings, like golden threads, wove memories into my soul.
Living alone in my quiet cocoon, I had forgotten the dance of life,
But among many hearts under one roof, I felt the fire rekindle.
The walls may have worn the years like ancient scrolls,
Yet the laughter within them lit the halls like chandeliers of joy.
Some lands felt like overflowing treasure chests,
Where a simple coin made me a king, if only for a day.
Others stood like castles on high cliffs, unreachable,
Yet the kindness of strangers built bridges across our differences.
I longed to stand before the great wonders,
But the stormy whims of weather and health held me back.
Perhaps, through the looking glass of a screen,
I shall still taste the marvels of my fleeting odyssey.
"Colours in a Cloud Speak"
The colours
of a world
speak
no one
has time
to listen
The spectrums
speak like
music, lucid
like clouds
that pulse ultraviolet
in front of you
through wide open
windows, unavoidable,
some strange dream
your eyes see,
but do not
speak
the unbelieved
reels in the
unbelievable
we live
in these odd times
we observe meanings subliminal
that no one else
other than we
in our own moment
believe,
could see
on the peripheral
of even
like odd
evening clouds
in the small hours
that pulse curious
purple, then ultraviolet,
points of calculus
invading our
small space, try reasoning
watching us
as we move in
some strange elusive dream
a beacon
calling us
home,
some strange home
calls us crazy, we are
cats cradles cartwheeling
unreachable
we think, it exists
somewhere else,
other than this,
in the
in between
unseen
we exist
we dream
we try to live
what we see,
is not real,
it’s spun
like fairy floss
in the machinations
of the others' schemes
sugar tastes sweet
addictive, we are lost
in the after taste
wanting more
of what we
know is their drug
what we are taught
from birth to see,
is not the real of reality
our minds are locked
from time of rebirth,
re-entry
into
well-rehearsed territory
birth pains burning
the inevitability,
truth hits us
the gravity glitching
karma circles
Ferris wheels
that stop occasionally
to let us
get on
get off
it could be
realer
than real
the mysterious colour
hidden in clouds
we touch
in our dreams
we are like
comets falling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
cat's cradle
noun
a child's game in which a loop of string is put around and between the fingers and complex patterns are formed.
Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle
TRIPTYCH EXPERIENCES
portrayed
surrounded
now
repotoire
recited
recalls
questioning
the formulae
to
stimulate
subjectivity
delicious
luminous
dialogue
in
bizarre
graduated
contrasts
with unbridled
shades
predominantly
prevailing
afresh
in sensitive
hesitant
scenarios
passionate
unreachable
role-play
studies
of
facial
splendour
in
lavish
concept
a
formulated
process
to
conveys
a
quiet relaxed
series
carefully
fronted
emphasis
balanced
precise
awareness
with
vital
counterparts
in
closely
occasioned
devices
Life rumbles like a strong earthquake
While trying to keep feet on the ground
Stable, settling, through all the shaking
Trying not to fall into some deep crevice
With no way out, never able to get out
Trying to believe in the next bright sunrise
To bring new things, something, anything,
To rise above the bold shaking all around,
The shaking within, the answers unreachable
At a time when answers are needed the most
So much strain, just trying to get through
Trapped by falling boulders, in every direction
Trying to see the flower of the present moment
Peeking through, knowing this moment is alright
Knowing the beauty will grow and I will be with it
Then one day, all will be still, quiet, peaceful
-----------Everything will be alright -------------
Heidi Sands
2/21/17
*Inspired by the song: Different Kind Of Tears - By , Sully Erna
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We all have our own stories
Intertwining on this road through life
Some things understood
Some things, not so much
Oh, how that rain falls
On all of us, during our travel
But, the sun shines on each of our steps
Onward up these hills we climb
Yes, we all have our own stories
Our own hurtful tears to cry
Familiar emptiness knocks on our hearts
Pain that may be deeper, unreachable
But, we all walk on this solid ground
On which our tears do fall
Where we sometimes bury pain
Then lift higher, when it transpires
On this road for ours to share
With scenery changing everywhere
Blessed with love between us
To accept what is not always understood
Yes, we all have our own stories
Written from laughter, tears, smiles and pain
Woven together with our own words
Even with stories not the same in detail
Within you, within me
Like the beating of our hearts,
We breathe, we love, we walk this road
Made of our lives we travel
We reach our hands to each other
At each plateau, a chance to help
Another to see the view, the meaning of our lives
Intricately woven together, in completion, as one
Heidi Sands
11/22/17
Today, it's a warm splash in a rubber pool
bright bobbing toys-smiling,
A giggle with every splash...
too soon it'll be the open ocean
silver things darting just beneath the feet
a gasp with every splash and every flash off teeth.
A journey all must take
they call it growth-
Out from the shadow of comfort zones...
reaching for unreachable goals.
family-blood-security, be damned.
One could get lost in the froth
fighting off gulls waiting to steal your French fry refrain.
It's all about survival
ignoring stings
the shell games
dolphin man jumping through golden rings
salt smiling.
Someday you'll make it back home
back through the backstabbing breakers
but home will be nothing like you remembered it to be.
PURPLE LIQUID TOMB
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Glass cool against her cheek, a curved silent, liquid prison.
A vicious dawn clings to her skin-the scent of lavender and regret.
She remembers spritzing, a nervous habit before sleep,
a fragile shield against restless sleep and shadowy nights.
Now, the night is gone, replaced with imprisoning purple,
by the ghost of lavender, by the echo of her own skin.
She inhales deeply trying to understand how she became the perfume,
the distilled longing, instead of the woman who wore it.
The world outside the perfume bottle, a blurry kaleidoscope, unreachable.
Only the scent remains. ‘Do they smell me?’
‘Do they understand me? This barrier of scent is a warning
flashing, DO NOT APPOACH TOO CLOSELY.’
‘Will anyone notice I’m gone? Will they reach for this bottle,
spritzing themselves with my dis-ease and despair?’
She yells, but only the fragrance answers~
a silent floral shriek lost in the beautiful, gilded glass bottle.
Lost in her liquid tomb, she releases a morbidly silent question. 'Is this mortality~
to be forever the scent of a woman who no longer exists outside this bottle?’
Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Translations 4
The next seven autumn moon translations are dedicated to Stephen I. Hsu, who suggested the Chiyo-ni poems to me.
Keywords/Tags: autumn, moon, bright, walk, touch, nature, absence, angst, loneliness, solitude, understanding, distance, nearness
Bright autumnal moon,
but no matter how far I walked,
unreachable.
—Fukuda Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Bright autumnal moon,
but no matter how far I walked,
distant beyond my grasp.
—Fukuda Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Here, “grasp” in both the sense of touch and understanding.
Walking, walking
toward the bright autumn moon,
never the nearer.
—Fukuda Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I walk and walk
toward the autumn moon,
yet it remains distant.
—Fukuda Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
"meigetsu ya": "bright moon" or "harvest moon"
"ittemo ittemo": "however far I walked," or "no matter how much I walk"
"yoso no sora": "distant sky," "unknown sky," or "another's sky"
***
The bright autumn moon
even for those we keenly miss
shines just as full.
The bright autumn moon
even for those far from us
shines just as full.
The bright autumn moon
even for those far from us
seems just as close.
meigetsu ya: "bright moon" or "harvest moon"
rusu no hito ni mo: "for those far away"
maru nagara: "while round" or perhaps "remains round/full"
"I would rather be on a leaky ship that is mine, than aboard a more seaworthy vessel going where I don't wish it to go"—Poet's alter ego
Yes, I know what I’m doing
I’m the master of my fate
The captain of the sinking ship
Seeking harbor in ports whether safe or rocky
With gusto I plow through uncharted frontiers
Why do I do these things to myself? you ask
Perhaps I’m a rebel in search of what's unbeknownst
to me, in search of virgin long lost horizons pristine
Horizons others deem unreachable
I’m bold, brash and yeah sassy, brassy
And irrepressible! You can’t love me you see,
I’m a Lonewolf, and it's quite fine, to be…
Untamed as the wild northern wind
Sweeping the prairies with a gusting woman’s surge
Nature's raw elements try in vain to halt my advances
But I laugh and mock at Mother's efforts
Although I’m tossed and torn
In the grips of Her relentless tempests,
Her storms of fury suppressing, oppressing
Her stern and staid demands to obey, tame and domesticate
You may say I’m the constructor of my own chaos
A free-spirit, challenging myself
My integrity intact, place not your pity on me
Respect is my hallmark and independence,
my calling.
I could not for a moment, even if I wanted to.
I could never fly like a butterfly out back.
Or zip through raindrops like bubbles of joy.
But I could follow the lights sparkling for me,
lighting the pathways as I go skipping free form.
The multicolored rainbow always lights up my day,
like the energizer, firing up my entire being.
Notwithstanding, regardless of how I may feel,
how well I might hear or see, or how far or near
my destiny may be, nor yet how seemingly unreachable
it may appear. If I never make the first step forward,
believing the plan and purpose God has chosen for me,
it is indeed an obstacle course. And without a doubt,
it is beyond reach.
122622PSCtest, Beyond Reach, Mystic Rose Rose