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O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s bloom.
O ever changing sky, the nascent forest’s buds.
Its lashes linger in the purple poignancy of dusk
and whip thy brow with thrashing maple limbs.
Eyeless vault of heaven cry for me, release my plight
erase with thy wonders this tattered visage so forlorn.
The sky of night holds many jewels of delight.
O ever changing sky, clear to crisper shades of sapphire,
ping with shooting stars and glowing diadems of light.
Let lavender blue soften my sorrows for I like Merope*
need Orion’s might to lift my heartache, to point the way.
May thy constant rebirth give hope which melds with mine
and brings a beauty brighter than your Venus** to the day.
*Merope was Orion’s star crossed lover.
**Venus is the Goddess of Love and the Morning Star
Deliver me into blue oh ocean blue and glide me through your waters blue
Sail me to the waves of calm waters in silence, motion me to your waters
as the foam gathers round the edges of the shore, hold me still as I breathe
(BREATH IN - HOLD - OUT)
Turquoise dreams of mermaids and colored fish that swim freely
floating joyfully between blades of grass and seaweed. Join the magic of
the sea dear heart, observe the ocean floor with all its ancient treasures
explore and adore each colorful fish
(BREATH IN - HOLD - OUT)
There in the deep lo and behold is an ancient ship anchored so deep.
Walk into the ship and explore. Open the abandoned treasure box.
Inside on a blue velvet cloth lies the Sacred Mystical Opal. Pick it up
and cradle it in your hands. It has the ability to heal you to the core.
(BREATH IN - HOLD - OUT)
Into the vault of heaven it once was kept but this evening the Angels
have placed it under the sea just for you. It is a gift from your Celestial
Father. Hold it to your heart and give thanks.
He towers as tall as the tallest tree,
wide as the lateral branches extend,
black eyes from unplumbed depth of shifting sea.
His breath, fire behind clouds strength to suspend
or expel like a dragon's reservoir.
He has saved from centuries in his heart
the sounds, smells, and sights of a brittle star,
burning red flames, hot, and fierce from the start.
Souls evaporated in silent scorn.
A sorrow severing they're only cord,
it'd crumbled into dust the years stillborn.
They had fallen apart, all shame ignored.
A seve breath beneath the vault of heaven,
adoration would have to be given.
3/20/2018
In life’s incessant din
As I search for peace within
Lone spaces I desire
And stillness I adore
Then silence is my mate
And noise is what I hate
Closing my eyes to the outer space
A window opens to my inner space
I begin to find solace in my solitude
And look up to Heaven in gratitude
Enriched with visions pleasurable
I enter into a realm so delectable
The vault of Heaven gemmed and bright
And the Earth and sea overwhelmed in light
The disquiet within me subsides
An unassailable calm slowly descends
I hear a caring voice from somewhere
A faint voice quite reassuring, so near
Then within me the Wider Life emerges
And the lesser life finally submerges
I experience what is true peace and content
And I am so sure it is heaven sent
Oh! What solace is in my solitude!
And how I move into near beatitude!
Jan.31.2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
OCULUS
Is…
…about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity?
Its light is soft a pail reflection
Of its son.
The one always on the run.
The moon is an oculus of cold white a Deity that rules the night.
Rides the currents of indigo and aquamarine
It sees all in the coldness of its light
It sees all your lies
all your deceptions
your secret sins
hidden thoughts within.
The screaming of the lunatic
knows all like a silent god it is…
draped in the cold light
of infinity the finery of silver Filagree
the sister to the god
on the run the silent sun!
About the moon clouds cradle its bulk
as its rise high overhead
It rules The Insanities
It races The Thermals.
The things that drive men to madness.
Is it the power and the Majesties or is it the mystery of its simplicity?
The soft light covers all in silver cold white Mercury.
Slanting through window slats.
It carves horrors only our minds can’t….
It illustrates the woes of our humanity won’t…
it revelations are hard hidden fears we mustn’t…
it graces the vault of heaven indefinitely
Indifferently for all eternity
At the zenith of midnight
in its Azure Kingdom of Blackest Night…
The moon glows how bright?
Making the darkest
Nocturnals take flight
So let the forces play
LET the demons hold sway.
In nights ruled by frost silver light.
The moon is an oculus of
chilly mercury addressed in pale
Filagree of a deities finery.
Waxen Avatar that rules the Seas Indigo
N Aquamarine it's
The Azure Kingdom in Hours of Darkness…
rides the currents of midnight.
Lugubrious blue mood skies funereal and morose shed raindrops,
they unleash tableau vivant torrent’s wet tranche,
blessing, bane or boon from vault of heaven,
damp pearl blob bewitching moisture mellow morph form,
the stuff of less than benign grumpy weather grouch,
whose plight infuses yen for sun-drenched bliss,
haven of the ultra-violet swathe enthusiast,
for others raindrops are a liquid gem relish firmament bequeathed,
to whet voracious craving of nascent pastures,
whose gaunt green blade emaciating stillborn,
that aqueous honey to hue-blazed floral garden in situ bloomers,
who swallow cloudburst drizzle meed in muted slurps,
droplet streak and spiral bubble patten on top hung awning window,
empyrean tear beads that roof top tap dance ritual,
so tantalising to the awestruck spellbound eardrum,
or impromptu downward dribbles on romantic saunterers,
prompting boisterous laughter as they flaunt their dome transparent chromium truss umbrella,
those enraptured red-blooded refugees beneath tilting gust spun bumbershoot,
as mud splatter cherry cheek urchins shriek,
amid the spray and splash globules at agile finger tips
Snowflakes swirl of white in different shapes
round and round full of spirit they can’t escape
falling, falling from the blue vault of heaven
draping the cold ground
Everything vanishing in white never fearing
twinkling, blinking, and sparkling
clinging and hugging the trees so dearest
Our eyes light up smiles spread over our faces
Mum helps to bundle us up warm
from head to toe so we won’t get numb playing in the snow
Bentley barks, spinning around wagging his tail delighted to join us
Soft snowflakes kiss our faces oh so gently
as we lie on the fluffy snow
flapping our legs and arms like wings
while Bentley runs around ebulliently licking our faces
Springing up to our feet, throwing snowballs intently
Roll and roll as much as we can of the snow
stacking three –high building our snowman
Big and small black buttons
For a mouth, eyes, and its tummy,
a small rose plum it looks so dumb for a nose “Oh so funny!”
Holly pinned to a felt black top hat for his head
Bentley tugs to tighten a red woolen scarf around his neck
Oh what a delight Mr. Red Cardinal decides to alight
on Mr. Snowman’s holly to peck on the red berries
12/13/2016
Upon silver tracks, in moments held in suspense,
Gentle steps of angels are faintly heard, idly interlaced.
The vault of heaven quivers in translucent azure;
Through the eternities creeps a divine murmur, cold and alive.
The pure echo of the evening mingles with the sunset,
With the shadowed blue, that in the wing of night vibrates and rises.
The earth's labors lose themselves in a deep abyss,
And ethereal slumbers spread over meadows and frost.
In their stead, remains the alluring song of mystery,
Weaving its game through spaces, a secretive enigmatic wave.
From abstractions unfurl indefinite contours,
Like shadows of dreams, on the trails of cherished, holy days.
The stars, candelabra settled in the celestial decor,
Ignite in the night, reflecting the ancient corner of ray.
Whispered, the flow of hours weaves the threads of destiny,
Thoughts, like monks in candles, knitting their quiet chants.
Embracing infinity with a beam that pulsates discreetly,
Lighting up caverns of the soul, another secret universe.
A river of stars murmurs under the arch, an ancient stream carrying,
To lands unwritten where times of silver are forged, growing.
And when night unfurls its veil, an astral map envelops,
Revealing evermore depths, winter dreaming, time without bound in divine grace.
I shift the car into drive
it slides into the vast
mystery of night
far down the road passes
A road less traveled by the masses
A dark vault of heaven encompasses
as sleep drifts
stars flair here and there
into the deep depth
far away into endless darkness
cities of man burn on the horizon
miles are far and away
lost by the side of the highway
seeing Zion far far behind
Drawn deep into the early dawn
the road flows to the point of vanishing
A mystery within the mystery, majesty
of the enigmatic night
Horizon is where my future awaits
in the borderlands fleeting
From the sacred and profane
I sit and contemplate
I shift the car into drive
turning the car into the coming
storm far on the seam
headlights cutting gloom deep
I shift the engine into drive
down a road, less traveled upon.
Star of the Sea, dolorous and Byzantine,
throw your royal blue cloak over me,
She who weeps, La Llorona in Kahlo’s Casa Azul, paint my heart
gold under a prehistoric cobalt blue vault of heaven,
The blue! The blue! I am spellbound by the blue!
Lapis and lavender blues of a shining Limoges Mary
And lotuses on faded old Amarna tiles whisper me tales
binding me to the secrecy of an ethereal blue rose,
Azure tropical waves caress a shore strewn with white coral,
Lady Isis, come into a sea-turtle guided dream;
Sky blue rays and fiery blue flames, walk with me and scribe my
Destiny on your crystalline turquoise tablets in etheric Gothic,
Turn me into pure sapphire light,
I am swooning into the soothing blue of every iris and cornflower,
The strange bird that had been singing all along in my heart --
it is blue