When unclosed eyes embrace closed eyes
On the flapping eyelids bird of passion flies
The flight makes all the sunk dreams to rise
Float like clouds on undreaming open eyes.
The heart on the wings of dreams appears
Behind the closed eyes, the desire hovers
The open eyes look deeply in the dreams
Of the dormant love, they get a glimpse.
When sleep holds both pairs of eyes in a spell
Why do the two dreams fuse, they can’t tell
Lost in depth of blind love, they can’t discern
When the two yearning hearts merge into one.
October 27, 2017.
Categories:
undreaming, dream, love,
Form: Rhyme
Ma
Horse, horse, who is your eye
Paws patient at Grey City gates,
Thigh-surging thoughts of home.
Horse, horse, who is your heart
Trots the duskward light of lies
Undreaming stars, empty as night.
Horse, horse, who is your lung
Gallops grim to War’s ‘Open Fire!’
Angel unfurling of common tongues.
Horse, horse who is your gut
Strides the eco-weeping wilds
Shape-changer in dawn’s early dew.
Horse, horse who is your mind
Canters home, over plains of pain;
Hooves to story you in nature’s dance.
Categories:
undreaming, new year,
Form: Lyric
(The assignment, on another site, was to write a poem
using at least two words from those suggested. I
used six out of their list of seven:
*Alabaster
* Veil
* Tower
* Bells ringing
* Silent like snow
* Precise
* Depth)
Cold Keys, Warm Art
Speak not of the bells
ringing out from the tower,
but the man with the power
of his feet and his fists
on the pedals and levers
at the top of the stair,
Speak of him, the lonely creator up there,
the carilloneur, for without him
few know that the bells would be silent,
like snow seeking only the depth
of precise calculation, undreaming of scale
measured only by music, by mind flight,
until he lifts the intangible veil,
releasing the art and the joy that they tell.
~
Categories:
undreaming, tribute,
Form: Free verse
my unlived dreams
or maybe past lives
sprawl before me vivid
those elements too slippery
for my daytime fingers
a mutiny of imagination
lusts' games played shamelessly
and holy moments of understanding
entwined in nocturnal intimation
spilling into my undreaming hours -
Oh, how I love to dream,
and experience an existence more fully
relieved the burdens of wakefulness
Categories:
undreaming, happiness, imagination, introspection, love,
Form: Free verse
Dancing
It is the body breaking space in shards
It sounds like rain on glass
It looks like light with fractured wings
It feels kissing under the moon
It makes me feel I am in paradise
Undreaming space in time, time in space
The heart beating like caged wings
Glass shattering while hope sings inaudibly
I catch the feathers of stars, and laugh
Deliciously wrapped in their delight
This poor Icarus dancing in the sun
Knows clouds are brittle floors of dreams.
Dance is the synthasia of the soul.
Taking Karen's blog to the next level
I find I am still a child
Wanting to hold on to passing time
Wanting to dance forever
In my mothers arms
In the comgfort of her womb
Where there is no sun or moon
But the peace of the waves
Dancing on the shore of my heart.
Categories:
undreaming, childhoodspace,
Form: Free verse
I was not there to hold her hand
Or speak a gentle word
So that her heart would understand
I am the fruit of the sword
I was not there when day's curtain
Fell around her bed
And those gathered were certain
They saw the worms they dread.
I was not there for the ritual dance
Of the final days
That sums up our life's significance
As man and stage decays
I was not there where mourners wait
Around the fragile hour
While the dressed carcas lies in state
Undreaming the giver of power
I was not there to cry myself to shreds
And feel again the gentle hand
That held me when a child. Time weds
My grief to memories: alone I stand.
Categories:
undreaming, death
Form: Quatrain