Outwards Poems

Being Changed

Turning inwards
  reflects outwards;
Becoming outwards
  changes being;
And being changed
  is Being.

Embers Gleam in your Eyes

campfire flames flare bright
licking high into the night
fingers seek mirrors
to show the utmost delight
the fire wants to share tonight

your eyes catch that glow—
reflecting in afterglow
like rose under chin
shows a warm red glow on skin
a token of love aflame

out beyond what's near
I see blazing stars mirrored
back through time and space
quivering constellations
pulsing with light's energy

flames carve your outline
the darkness has etched you there
to keep for itself
as it unhooks your shadow
so that you float out of reach

somewhere passed the stars
the first light still floods outwards
unchained, unafraid—
I see it in your eyes now
as the place it will return

the light in your eyes
showcases that I share you
with the cosmic light
released from the wood by flames
kindled by our devotion

your eyes hold fire's glow
a warmth only lovers know
is light from first dawn
drifting across starlit skies
as embers gleam in your eyes

embers gleam in your eyes
embers gleam in your eyes

Inevitable Procession

If you were to ask me
Be the one to catch me, before i take the fall
You'd be the only one waiting, afterall
For whence i open my mouth and
Spill a sea of pills tinged with reddened liquor 
I think you'd listen, then
If i took advice from any voice, it'd say 'give up'
But then again the only advice i ever took was the gurgles from down below
Onwards, outwards, suck inwards and hollow
If i gouged the gurgles, they'd say 'continue'
They'd count on me as i count every zero
They'd hold onto my head while i clutch the bottle
But, you'd catch me. 
Incase i couldn't catch me
You'd advise me to give up
But i'd have fallen from your grasp
Onwards, downwards, i'd ignore the numbers from the liquor 
For they'd spill from my mouth ever quicker
I'd have lost count, either way.
Hey, what did you want to say?

SUMMER SUNRISE

SUMMER SUNRISE
The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It is the brilliant flower of the sky warming our summer days and inviting us to a fresh start. 
crimson, scarlet, rose
sunrise hues slowly ascend
morning’s gentle start

Dervishes

They begin to turn
Slowly unravelling
Arms unfurling, 
then skirts,
Spreading outwards
Lifting upwards

Softly stepping
Grounding down
Their feet repeat 
the pattern 
On the earth
One around the other

Whirling round
Their circular orbit
Expanding out
ascending through
Sama and devotion
Ecstasy and love

LOVE

LOVE
By Michelle Morris 
21/03/2022

LOVE
My word is love
Inspiration from my soul
Sent from high above

Even when I don't feel it
Even when I want to shut the whole world out
Even when things are't going well
Even when I want to shout

LOVE
I will always feel it
I will always be connected to the world
It is with me no matter what is happening 
In my life or in the world
It accepts me no matter how frustrated I get
With the unfairness and cruelty in the world

Always and forever
Within me and without
Like a fibonacci sequence
Ever spiraling outwards
Into the Universe so vast
And into endless dimensions
Where love always lasts

LOVE is 
LOVE knows
LOVE accepts
LOVE understands
LOVE embraces
LOVE endures
LOVE hopes
LOVE prays
LOVE is

© Michelle Morris, 2022

Angelique

Oh Angelique
yesterday’s hubris
ached my heart
chasing too many Tennessee's.
The swirling colours of red and blue
obscure your Boutique and
midnight finery.
The night after makes
a fool of my outwards intentions
There's a barrack room discipline
ripping up my heart
Blowing hot and cold
your intentions are unbalanced
tis the fool’s tempest of false hope
My cupful is still
far from runneth over

The Bus

The bus, the bus was waiting for me
Waiting, and yet I still didn’t want it to come
The steps were too steep, and the kids were always screaming or laughing
The wheels were always covered in mud, but how?
They never ventured off the road to school and home again
Why, why are the windows tinted so much
That only outwards you can see, can tell if they are staring
I always try to sit alone, but the seats are always taken eventually 
They always whisper behind me, and I always listen as best as is good
The seats always embody a scar or stain, never to fade 
The walkways are always full of bags, you have to trek carefully
I don’t like the bus, and I don’t think it likes me

Haiku: Little Songs of Nature

"O blessed Java Sparrows mostly, the rare Opals then the plentiful Greys--palm frond squatters, and the ever so oft, Mejiro birds, a.k.a., the "Japanese White-Eyed," chartreuse bodied against the legendary red Lehua blossoms of the Ohia tree," ... by the Poet's House

Negligible motions, Java Sparrows,
haiku artisan, deep in thought, attends,
dawn break wings flapped--an idea narrows,
wake unassumed thoughtless emptied pretends.

Shelved packaged bird seeds feignedly addressed,
bird tray absence spilt seeds stretch, preached as well,
slight spread outwards, fashioned spawning impressed,
near and far, Meijiro's numbered midst swell.

Shunned Java Sparrows, aimless namesakes,
Meijiro's not pleased, their own--true Zero,
starved be-trayed craftsman sentiments opaques,
overburdened, labored--the birds, ditto!

Food fills the starving, and water quench thirst,
pleased chirps harmonize--receptive mind, versed.

Alcoholic

Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
 
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A companion in distress.
We drank together,
confessed together,
envied together.
 
Time's up.
Outwards we lurched
hugging each other
towards the beach
where empty cabins
gave us respite.
 
Morning arrived.
She was not there.
Pity!
I knew not her name.
Might as well call her
whisky.

A Falling Out of Sorts; of the Kind That's Normal

I’ve had a tiff with my bestie,
with the one who’s quite zesty.
The one I rush to when I’m listless,
when I need a true friend priceless.
I’ve had a row with my reliable go-to,
over an issue that now I so clearly rue.
With the only one who lifts my spirits,
when I need a sweet reminder of my merits.
I’ve had an argument, oh so fraught,
and it’s not even one I actively sought.
I know not how I came to this point,
this decision I myself with did anoint.
I’ve had a spat so ugly and mean,
with the one who makes me less lean.
I’ve quarrelled with the one who’s an addiction,
I’ve cast blame outwards with sly sedition. 
“My friend,” I said, “you’re an evil temptation.
You make me high, and then I face damnation!”
I’ve tearfully resolved to stay very, very far,
from any darn delicious chocolate bar!

ABSTRACTISTA pollock kandinsky

what is seen..unique

whatever is meant..
   form is the content

impressions..from within-

so to begin..
this secret for free..
know how to see..

Spontaneity drips
involuntary &yet deliberate
Joyous expression
of inhibitions,inner experience
 made free to be.
Painter & creative force
 united as one living moment
 its residue,to remain
 in epigraph.
This inner Harmony
 an abstract message
its meaning lost ‘til
unconsciously heard unfettered
beyond its boundaries
Inward vitality
the stress of inner need
to outer impulse
scattered
upon canvas shrinks
transitory & isolated
in the unconscious
  its meaning springs
 from the soul
 by an inner need
outwards & upwards
a composition
complex in flavour
impressions improvised
&uttered

She Rises

"She Rises"

Inside the wound opens outwards
the music inside a heart
explodes 

obliterates the depths

she rises  
crashing into you 
like a wave overtaking 

the cool undertow 

and the heart 
kisses the soul’s mind
hypnotised 

loved drowned

baptised again
in your Blue Sky 
reflections illuminating 

the gilded cage irreverences 
her treasures possessed 
in your soothing

morning star glow
Love, like the Sun,
She rises

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023

My World

My world is getting smaller
as age draws distance in.
And yet its orbit grows larger 
as it extends outwards
to gather up all the ordinary 
and familiar things to flare 
and shine bright
in the heavens of the mind,
swirling in an endless arc
just above my chair. 
I reach up
and plunge my hand
deep into the light
to see what I can bring 
back stuck in the wrinkles 
of my skin.

Mirrored

"Mirrored"

Yeah its bittersweet
jagged roads stagger
then homeward 
bound

the ripples roll 

like smooth stones 
thrown
across a pond
see them

concentric
repeating 
outwards
inwards

outwards

the captured
skipping across 
freedom
stories 

mirrored

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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