Now, a duel of the fates;
Green and red lightsabers
buzz with that trademark sound;
To choose the easy path;
Who will win? Our hearts pound;
Now, a duel of the fates;
Jedis don’t know anger
they prefer a clear mind;
As Master Yoda says
‘Hate leads to suffering.’
Now, a duel of the fates;
There are always two sides,
who’s right is perspective;
Look at each point of view,
What’s true is subjective;
Now, a duel of the fates;
They balance each other,
such similarities;
Light and dark creating
wondrous space tapestries.
Categories:
tapestries, emotions, film, space, tribute,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity
I remember all his nights of stories and that
Orange little spark weaving tapestries of memory
Deep into the night dispersing the wrath of summer storms
into gentle rains
Passing the time in the deep afternoon stretching on to midnight after dinner n nothing on the tube
I see my father with trails of light around his face
from another time another a place
a different space
a world away
As that amber flares with each deep drag
on a simple cigarette blazing into the night,
relaxing in the moments
between storms of my history
and his memories
Watching the lighting play far out to sea
I watch stories woven as tapestries of light
about a time in his history
a place forever
in my memory
Categories:
tapestries, adventure, allegory, allusion, america,
Form: Free verse
A strike of a match would briefly carve
His weatherworn features
From the darkness full of his words
Echoes from history of an exorbitant life
A face full of history and mystery
That still lingers
In my minds eye
I remember the darkest richest of nights
As the crimson end of that cigarette with its
Glowing tip dances orange bright
Tracing images in to my imagination
Like a lantern illuminating
The darkest of mysteries he weaved a tapestry
Of light bleeding into obscurity of his history
Lived out fast like the flare
Of that amber fire match
Its spark curving sharp shadows
on hands worn & rugged
Moving in a steady flow & flutter
Punctuating the highlights
The exaggerations and ebbs of rhythm
that illustrated his story
A little spark of orange light illuminated each important event
Etching his life lived in my memory
Now fading imagery
I remember tracing firelight arcs
Trails like scarlet comets
& the perfect dark glowing
brighter as he inhaled his aromatic smoke.
The little orange sun carving dark shadows
On that weatherworn face still
Categories:
tapestries, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
I remember nights on the south side porch
After a full dinner & nothing on TV
We gather to sit talk and listen to cicadas cry
High
Into the spring night
Or deep into the fall gloom
Or even long into the summers eve
We watch lightning playing across a dark sky
Anticipating the wrath of summer storms
Or fall rains, spring showers
I’ve remember my father weaving
Tales of another time
Another place stringing memories
Into entertaining far away worlds
He would strike a match
A light will flare and highlight
His deep creviced face
I would watch enchanted as the amber
Light of his cigarette tip trace lines in the night
Weaving tapestries of other times
Seasons long gone in memory
Orange the color of his history
The pumpkin light dance deep into the night
As he wove stories of another past
memories of his childhood
With each deep inhalation of breath
A Spark would flare an outline of his heavy creased
& well warn face
Sparks would twinkle in highlights of
deep aged UMBER eyes
Like reflections form long ago summer suns
Or deep harvest fall moons
Categories:
tapestries, age, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Free verse
I Have Spun Tapestries Of Golden Words
I have walked paths from dawn's glowing birth
across oceans spanning earth's massive girth,
from mountains scratching on high, heavenly skies
to mysterious realms others oft deny.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
I have spun tapestries of golden words
sang ditties with most beautiful songbirds,
swam in wondrous lakes with waters crystal clear
all with impunity, without any fear.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
I have prayed under giant black-oak trees
sincere solemn prayers upon bend'ed knees,
as a lost lover once blinded by my greed
sacrificing all, for this love to feed.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
I have seen sights breathtaking to behold
heard dark ancient tales so wildly told,
with crestfallen despair, wrote life is not fair
begging for forgiveness, for love to share.
A soul wandering, sometimes lost in space.
Eagerly seeking her vanishing face.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-29-2019
Romanticism
Categories:
tapestries, appreciation, art, desire, lost
Form: Romanticism
She danced and sang like no one was watching
They ravenously gather for the show
Humanities insatiable appetites
The follies of mankind’s emotional tapestries, who would have ever known
The extreme need for heighten trivial stimulation
The misery of the same; the mundane
Heaven forbid we sit here in this very moment
God’s true miracle; life appears to be made in vain
The external seeking of emotional delights
The sinking spells; awareness of nothing to grasp, nothing to hold
The poor desolate preoccupied mind
Nothing meaningful; life’s empty, calloused, cold
Appreciation of life in this very moment
Awareness of the living facts, the living truths
Valued internal experiences
Ironically, we are the savior we never knew
Enjoy; relish in all that life has to offer
Take great pride; esteem in all things we do
Be fully immersed; living in this special moment
Heaven presides; the wisdom of now is the eternal truth
Categories:
tapestries, appreciation, change, confidence, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
My life is made of tapestries
Beautiful
Yet so flawed.
I think I never knew it
Although I have known it
All before.
You ask me what "can't you do"
Oh so enquiringly
I answer
"I can't fly yet"
Ever so conspiringly.
So if beauty is in
Imperfections
And my tapestry
Is full
Then ain't life
Funny that way?
Ain't it thrill?
So I return to where I
Started
About tapestries and souls
And know without a doubt
That it is your beauty
That makes mine whole.
Categories:
tapestries, self, spiritual,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The Princesses ...........
Tapestries to hang, in the great hall
Such beauty and colour.............
To enthrall
A Tapestry of Faeries.............
Green and gold
Made with love........
Enchanting..........
The eyes to behold........
Tiny wings......
Glowing things
A tapestry of flowers..........
How rich the colour!
Bursting forth..........
A garden for them all
It was meant ..........
Blazoning the hall
Filling it with scent
A Tapestry of Magic............
Magic weaving through.............
To reveal............
The Kings and Queens.....
Elements and Seasons......
All mysterious things........
The colour to show........
Which wind will blow,
and the reasons
Spell bound
The Tapestry.........
To reveal
The princesses, found
A Tapestry of Stars......
Silver Stars..........
Woven on deep blue
Stars to shine........
Upon the hall,
so fine......
Glittering too......
Illuminating the hall at night,
with wondrous starlight
Categories:
tapestries, inspirational, places, uplifting,
Form: I do not know?