Short Golden Thread Poems
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Golden thread cypress,
Your personality, bright;
Bush of the suns’ rays.
Family resemblance, seen
In shades of yellow and green.
"GOLDEN"
"Golden thread through the Eye of THE Needle breeze blows draws figure 8 Eternity Open Return Gate..."
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
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Screams, screams
Everywhere ,everywhere
Deafening silence
Deafening silence
Heart of stone ,heart of stone.
Never light, never light.
They cut the golden thread before the Sun.
Causing me unthinkable pain .
Indescribable , transcendent woe.
Please heal my best friend,
let her walk this earth upon a path of golden thread
If the pain must go somewhere,
let it live inside of me instead
Her smile makes each flower grow and the moon switch on its light
Please heal my best friend,
Amen and
good night
Form:
Superlatives are my mean, my methods my mode the moony mock-Ra glass marble fables untold, the story fair, the hair golden, a new golden thread, bursts from the olden, like streams of pasturesque villages that trickle in the floods of which inundate the past, such a surly hub.
I believe the past shapes our stories
Into a future born of history
Woven in the tapestries
The fair hand of undulating poetical landscapes
A golden thread of music warms our soul
We share with our children
That they may have the tools too
To shape their story
A better version of you. ..
She sometimes forget
Everything he says
She's filled with regret
As there goes the days
Pitter pat the sound
Rain kisses the ground
Her words never found
The steel chains abound
Golden thread of fate
The stars can't replace
Time running out late
She remained in place
You are the newest thread
in the tapestry of my life -
once neatly-patterned,
but now criss-crossed
and sig-zagged
with the vibrant strands
of your sister.
You, too, will be interwoven
into the fabric of my life
and be interlaced through
its brightness and hues
and be intricately entwined
and securely knotted
with one golden thread -
Love.
While I sit here,
Gutted by anguish,
With feelings so powerfully palpable
I can reach out and hold it
with my bare hands,
You, the personification of Kintsukuroi,
simply sew yourself back together
With endless golden thread,
As if you’d never been shattered
In the first place.
If only I’d known how to do that,
If only i’d learned to turn mountains
Into small bumps,
I would be as wholly healed
As you seem to be.
Upon a pillow of golden thread
A fairy princess laid her head.
Dreaming of love, it is said,
Sweeter than nectar’s drop
Her royal thoughts fed.
By golden thread
Magical
Lonely
Bed
She
Awoke
Joy singing,
Inside her head
“Bring my love,” her plea.
Two entwined; magical day.
Embrace tomorrows’ happy play.
Love on a pillow of golden thread..
FORM: Rhyming Double-Reverse Nonet
Copyright 10/10/14
By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Vibrations of the universe;
vibrations of the soul;
the artist experiences harmonic convergence,
every day.
Universal mind to soul mind;
the golden thread is a pipeline;
through which, a god pours ideas.
Soul mind to mortal hand is the translation of these.
When the artist puts pen to paper, brush to canvas,
chisel to wood or stone;
hand to instrument or body to the dance floor; enlightenment infects, all around them.
What good am I when in so much pain
What good am I if I cannot bring better life to family
What good is this body if it keeps breaking down
I am
A tiny spec of dust, swept along by emotional tides
Worthless to so many in a world full of selfishness
What good can I do when the goings been so tough
I am
A lonely soul hanging on by a golden thread
Barely able to see light through encompassing darkness
What’s left for me in this crazy world when no one cares
Who am I?
She walks in rooms where silence hides it face,
Not loud, but warm-a hush, a golden thread.
She touches cracks that time cannot Lace,
And brings back truths that long ago were dead.
She melts the ices that wraps around the Insides,
And stands where fear and shadow still reside.
A flicker dressed in silver–soft she Greets,
No sword, no Storm , just bare and steady beats.
She doesn't run, she doesn't Harbor pride–
She only stays to Tell what pain denied.
~hira~
Our hearts are intertwined
together they beat as one
woven with a silver needle
bound with a golden thread
Stronger than the will of man
when two hearts collide
in unison they abide
now and forever
Swept away magically
to a place only we can know
where our hearts live,
thrive and grow
Storms may brew
and threaten all
clouds of gray
will come our way
the strength of love
and the way we care
when the sky is clear
we'll be there
May others learn
when they see
how perfect
a love can be.