dream images surface
we see familiar faces
debts of love we owe
our memory retraces
anchored in attachments
love for love pining
deepens our delusion
glued to illusions entwining
everything we see is unreal
there is in truth no thing
yet waves dance on the ocean
we cry we laugh we sing
Familiar faces by heart sought,
a state of delusion,
for we are not still as we ought,
bound to mind’s confusion.
We know when heart has thawed,
that each form’s breathed by God,
knowing that leaves us awed.
Ego retraces ~
Familiar faces
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the possibilities now,
feel a million times m o r e
- yes
than ever before.
while the world
reacts and retraces
every word
and everything in between -
until the column is clean.
~ ~ you’ll find me content
in the heart of poetry ~ ~
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* such a beautiful place to be *
( simply sharing moments )
It was yesterday we grieve
For friends with sore repinning.
And fill our days only to concieve
The dreams of happier refining.
Today retraces those old steps
Along the friendship roads.
Lingering in parts of the past
Thinking of what the future holds.
Close with the darkening years
Although they are just behind
Softening the heart with tears.
The future will always be mine.
Brimming with innovation insights
Shaping the world of tomorrow.
With deeper design to drive delights
Life embraces more than sorrow.
We are not left in distress
Shifting towards the uncertainty
Faith is that bliss to be bless
And hope brings the best of eternity.
enabled by grace without use of force ~
bliss retraces our soul’s steps back to source
Old woman, sit.
You're a cornerstone,
As gray as the marble vase.
Your hands are as gnarled
As the oldest trees.
There are furrows in your face.
But something shines from behind your eyes;
A soft and clear, unwavering light.
Something that declares your soul still young,
And still transcends the night.
Old woman,
Do you search the skies in dreams;
Dance across the meadows grass?
Do you hold your babies to your breast,
And still dream that love will last?
Old woman,
You've earned your rest.
Behind your eyes, I see your light.
Your mind retraces each graceful step,
As golden sunset illuminates your dance,
And your heart reaches for youth's rhapsody.
Copyright Chula Flemling May 22, 1986
Back I go retracing steps.
Against the tide I must tread,
Following the arrows down in reverse.
Each arrow head points back to moments gone,
To a time before the dawn of days past.
The footprints I must retread
Lead backwards on the path trod.
Heel to toe carefully placed in reverse,
To echo the way I felt at each step.
To unravel the memories woven.
Rewinding your life's design,
Sopping up past tears you shed,
Muting the cries with rags and sound proofing,
Pulling back from embraces hugs and kisses.
Is the toughest part of these retraces.
With each step, a tale unfurls,
Of joys and sorrows retold,
Where songs I knew, old and new are unsung.
I walk through gardens which were once in bloom,
Where flowers long since withered, met their doom,
This journey back to the past,
Rejigs it, to could have been!
If you write everyday
sometimes you get lucky
As words come together
and thoughts go away
The feelings take over
as silence retraces
What memory has bartered
—your fortune to say
(The New Room: June, 2023)
How long will this road grow
Gliding down these asphalt ribbons
Content I drift with no urgency
My mind wandering where it will
My feet zigzag as the wind caresses my skin
I cruise safely as I watch the clouds moving thin
As I eat up pavements at a steady pace
A smile on this vagabonds meandering face
My today’s follow my yesterday’s
Each day the shadow of the last
I burn a trail without any traces
My spirit laments but seldom retraces
I deny my fickle conscience
To dictate my destiny in silent dreams
Where meandering is my only goal
The aspirations of an enigmatic soul
1.9.2021
Contest: VAGABOND DREAMS. ( FIRST PLACE)
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Let the pin drop
down the abyss of memory,
where the silence retraces the past
and the recollections challenge what is real.
Faces, voices, scenes, places—never lost,
as the mind eternalizes their existence.
Such a descent is emotional—
Enduring.
Let the pin drop
far from the scrutiny of other minds,
where only self-doubt and fear forfeits reality.
It falls purposefully into happier times—
memories that need no resolve,
existing to internalize strength.
The lesson resides in the silent plunge—
Not in the bitter sounds of end.
7/26/2019
She longs to take possession of her heart, but she quickly forgets.
He used his flattering power to gleam the pages and feast.
Like the wind tossing the spider holding tight on a single web.
She retraces the steps in her mind, her soul dares not sleep
to be shattered by silence. She wonders if it will work,
are they destined to reach for spring sunshine, a bouquet of wondrous
beauty and sweetness. Like an eagle caged, she stumbles
and thought about the man in her heart. Her spirit calms a heavenly trust.
6/26/2018
Poetry Contest: Strand Special 10,Any Form ,Any Theme
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
As a byway ahead grows quite dim
late evening ‘s radiance slowly pales away ---
This fiery yet compassionate woman brushes luster
into her hair and retraces the gleam
of Mother Mary's pledge so she could face
her courage to raise consciousness from unknown whispers;
praying that daybreak would find a clearer path
back home to empowerment... a reminder
that though one’s world is vast and diverse,
she is connected to every female through ' gender balance':
And through a need for equality, an inner light-wave
cuddles her in the soft of a one-universe's halo,
anointed by the gods, the earth, and of freedom itself.
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March Poems, Old Or New For Prizes Part 3 Of Easter Series
For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
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'Gender Balance' is one of the themes
for International Women's Day
Weekend wanderlust, backwoods trail tramping
Accesorized with well-heeled, hard-soled boots
Forrest frolicking, overnight camping
Freefalling footsteps connect to grassroots
Lost in labyrinth of lengthy commutes
Energized inboard engine outpaces
Scavenger hunting and other pursuits
Tieing up loose ends with taut bootlaces
Observing the touch of untouched places
Muddy meanderings, dry diversion
Pathway erases bootprint/ retraces
Exiting road-less-taken-excursion
Rejuivenated, (much to my liking)
Striking campfire desire for more hiking
S pring in her steps she wanders in wonder
R ecoils in amazement retraces the year
I gnites the haven the Persians call ‘bunder’
N o regrets but resilience beyond graffiti of fear
G ive me hope she exclaims I will not go under
I n the semi desert one forgotten Iris blooms
S urpassing the ruins and shackles of tombs
C risp early morning she takes shelter in beauty
O h Allah protect me while my husband is gone
M y children are hungry for them it’s my duty
I nstil all the love past seasons have foregone
N ever give up the new summer comes closer
G ive praise to beginnings a flower’s composer
S pring might well bring all the Peace we deserve
O n this day with the spring and lonely florescence
O bituaries settled and truce's armistice observed
N o winter shall break her so true to her essence
30th March 2017
A wee silky cat
With heafty cordial fair eyes
Perched at a fence
At my sight descends
Escorts me to the mosque's gate
Retraces back at risk
Human presence troubles him
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