Visitations
rising with a vision from spent dreams .....
where loved ones who lived have purposes to do:
make visitations, filled with timeless memories,
revealing truths that waken thought at dawn
and from their holy touch upon the breast,
one joys at drops of heaven's blessedness.
Categories:
visitations, blessing, death, dream, truth,
Form: Free verse
A cold wind picks
the last leaves off the maple.
Last night a full moon
rose up through its branches
and shone brightly into
my room, casting its eerie light
onto a crowd of ghosts
who kept me from my sleep.
Even behind closed eyes
I could see their faces,
silvered in moonlight.
This morning they are gone,
back into the holes of my head,
asleep in their crypts.
In old age you carry a cemetery
around with you,
filled with family plots
and friends and others you have
loved or hurt. They are not
really there but the feeling
of loss keeps them close,
coming out to visit you
when a full moon shines
into your room and you
are in want of sleep.
Categories:
visitations, memory, moon, sleep,
Form: Free verse
I await sweet Annabelle
as I rest in this lonely bower.
I yearn to hear her angel voice
and feel her healing power.
Others come and others go
in times I'm given to folly,
like buxom Jenny Ramsbottom
and then there's fulsome Molly.
Sometime I forget their names,
it's so hard to keep a tally.
Some bore with their chitter-chat,
especially one named Sally.
I sometime wish for solitude
How long will this persist?
My age is catching up on me
and I doubt they all exist.
But one there is who is for sure
and she's s my favourite nurse.
Begone ye mad romantic dreams.
Sister Jane is down to earth.
Categories:
visitations, age, angel, anxiety, dream,
Form: Bio
Often, after a day of walking
in and out of my mind,
I will put on a nightcap,
it's not a substantial cap like a bobble hat
it's more a cowl, a hood, a cloud-basket.
Beneath this dark covering
thoughts lay down to rest
in early graves.
Beyond a high hedge of time
astral lights flicker.
An inner sky gleams a starry gloaming,
I grope for a rope to climb
ascend - become - appear.
Now I can travel like a spy balloon
floating remotely guided into other sleeping heads.
Now a secret I have never told myself:
A few nights only,
I enter another person’s dreaming thoughts
startling eyes that are not mine.
I can visit a strangers life,
share a nightmare
or catch a distant memory
rehearsing its pain or joy once more.
It is a trick of immortality
to be this short-lived.
This free-wheeling and head-loose.
Come the bald-faced light
the night cap spins away like a thrown frisbee,
it is only then
that I don't believe a word of myself.
Categories:
visitations, allusion,
Form: Free verse
*Image of Driftwords by Pixabay.
Visitations
Yellows upped,
humble shanty forms beyond verdant meadows.
Animals resounding,
quivering grounds,
championed zephyrs penetrate leveled jealousies.
I knocked,
the whitish doorway opened,
neighborly xenial exchanges.
*Free Verse/Abecedarian
2021 October 17
Categories:
visitations, character, encouraging, friendship, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Mom and Dad are clear tonight
though both prematurely dead.
They don't know me as I am now,
their image of me has rigor mortis.
Mom worries about my drinking,
dad is pissed over the fact
that I hate my job,
and want to go to Paris to write
leaving my young wife stranded
in perpetual poverty.
I wish they would both grow up,
but they hang around my dreams
like fretful kids.
Worse still, wherever they are now
(be it heaven or just some
retirement home in my head),
like me, they haven't a clue,
not a clue
about tomorrow.
Categories:
visitations, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Spirits revisit
From time to time and touch us
You’ll know when you feel
Electric tickles on skin
Static electricity.
Categories:
visitations, death, faith, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Tanka