I Understood That...
Portals, I Mean I
Was Getting It...
Getting Closer...
But Then You
All Grew Out Of It...
Lost The Menu...
Where Curiousitie's Innocence...
Where The Unexpected Feeds
On Itself... Uncertainty Balanced.
No Exceptions.
No Excuse.
No Lo Se.
-Gray Squirrel
07-07-2026
beneath a tranquil, turquoise sky,
a jeweled bridge drifts into view~
delicate, dream-bright,
a portal of quiet magic
daring the dusk
to draw nearer
A thin seam of light appears
where the world has worn thin.
I step closer,
feeling the hush gather around me.
Nothing opens outward~
instead, the doorway widens within,
a soft unfastening of fear,
a loosening of the old, tight self.
And through that inner brightness,
I finally see what has been waiting.
The Hollow Toll of Hell
Old witch plucked out every hair
To weave her wicked snares.
But a deal demands a spirit pure,
And hers was beyond repair.
She traded a thumb, she traded an eye,
Yet still she paraded on
Seeking the key for the gate, the hidden escape,
Before the rise of dawn.
With nothing left of flesh or bone,
No gold left to toll,
She reached the brink and paid the price:
The sale of her hollow soul.
The last of us
meander in rolling hills
by the misty stream
tinkling round slate rocks.
A doll size cottage
hewn of ancient limestone
silhouetted in rainbow flares
creeks and rumbles forlorn.
Withered lace murmurs languid
framed by dark embrasures.
We enter the void
over a parquet threshold
to greet mirrored visions
in ever rewinding portals
that unveil the stories
of our dreams unlived.
A love supreme, made solid
Bluest of sky blue
Tropical reef Oceanite
Blue onyx
Chalcedony by any other name
Calling in subliminal frequency
Relax, chill, accept the Universe
As it is
With celestial portal in hand
Soul transported
Mind follows
(2/1/26)
there is a shine to the window way up high
I scoot up there to watch the sky
It’s gray today, and wind is playing the trees
I watch large limbs waving in the breeze
The grass is verdant, so marvelously green
I hear some voices, the people unseen
I raise the window to better hear
the neighbors, whose voices are most clear
My flowers look pretty, especially the lily
An upside-down statue looks pretty silly
rain hits me in the face as it starts to sprinkle
the asphalt driveway has nary a wrinkle
from safety of this window, I preview my land
redness of cardinal reminds me tomatoes need canned
There is a smell of summer brought inside through this square
A portal to the outside, honest, lovely, and fair.
I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides
"The oval window, a portal to another dimension".
It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle
to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one.
The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality,
a flip-flop state, steeped in,
and reeking with ambivalence.
An oval coracle holding on,
rocking in choppy seas.
Therein lies a worm hole,
where logic warps to both sides, here and now, together,
where light bends, twists refracts to an oval rainbow,
where time stands still, then back-tracks
to before, to way, way back when,
and on to now and then.
An oval belies uncertainty,
spiraling like sand,
down in an hour-glass
down the plug-hole, down into the sink below,
collected in an oval coracle,
an egg yet to hatch.
A PORTAL TO HELL
I was leery as I approached that gate
Rusted iron, painted over with black
Behind it I saw a jewel encrusted sky
Yet if a portal to Hell, did I just die
But I heard someone mutter nearby
A low voice warned me to stay back
I just saw a shadow, and so I’ll wait
I navigate through the portal of life
Walk past the corridors
Where light and shadows play
Welcoming each twist and turn
Accepting the ups and downs
Guiding my path to my destiny
Facing life's storms
With fortitude and resilience
Crafting me into who I am
The echoes of the past
Reverberates across the hallway
Where the past and present meet
Walking through the forest
You look and see a treasure
A portal to another reality
Just as beautiful as the one you are in
Do you dare take another step
Go through to the other side
Or stay where you feel safe
That, my friend, is up to you
The portal will be waiting for you
If you ever pass this way again
© Poem – VI/XI/MMXXIV
LRET
Pencil carved from
cedar tree,
writes in realms of
fantasy~
jumbled mind of
jamboree,
wood pulp pages set
her free
What if I don’t know what the portal looks like? Asked Daisy Lee.
I had no advice right now, but heard it was quite easy to see.
When I arrived, I had to let out a donkey-braying tee-hee-hee
Portal is a giant pink sprinkled donut that smelled great to me.
How could she not see it? I asked several folks who also knew.
That the donut was freshly baked and had a gorgeous hue.
The sprinkles added to the ambiance, I told my cousin Sue.
How could she have not seen it in the sky of gorgeous blue?
Portal to land of the fey
Opens up in unicorn bay
The horses there all have a horn
Because each one is a beautiful unicorn
There are rainbows too, and a waterfall
We love being there, land of the fey welcomes all
Faeries, brownies and elves come to get refreshed.
Some are covered up well, others skimpily dressed.
Become a portal of blessings,
Let goodness overflow through you,
Regroup and strengthen your soul,
And press on to see it all through.
Don't lose the joy in life,
Even amidst pressure and strife,
Look beyond defeat and move ahead,
Let your inner person shine instead.
Wipe the sweat off your brow,
In the face of storms and tests,
Flourish even in captivity,
Let the Spirit of Truth rise and manifest.
Step out of old thought patterns,
Embrace the new life-giving start,
Step into the marvelous future,
Designed by Divine Hands.
Partner with angels by your side,
And watch your life truly transform,
Rest in peace and prosperity,
An eye of blessings in the storm.
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