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Clarity

untested waters
 ripple,
 strands of light
 flash in the beauty
 of my mind

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the past dwelt
 in the corner
 debilitating
 disabling
 untethering,
 I was thrown
 back in time

(bad happens
 to the good
 and the good
 happens to the 
bad)

visiting sins
 replayed in my 
head
 reminding me
 shaming me,
 the circle went
 around

but I remembered
 the dashes of hope
 the splashes of 
love
 all that I had 
shared
 all that I had lost

but going
 round and round
 the strings of 
sanity
 were unbound,
 the white rabbit
 called for me
 reality was paper 
dolls
 burning in the pit 

I held fast
 as the standard 
ripped
 falling into delusion
 I lay in the mire
 for a millennium

clarity returned
 with a song
 the dance of life
 flooded my veins
 my being
 declared whole

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the clear
 untested waters
 of my mind ripple
 in wonderment,
 today has returned
 with no fear of joy

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Revelation

Nyx opened black arms
threading her twilight fingers 
and cradled my awe 
to turn my hair, white  
she filled my eyes with stars
firing a comet to 
the core of my heart 

my second breathe
carved dragons of fire,
as Aeolus filled each lung,
Terpsikhore sang music
into the life and death  
of this epic 

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I taste a southerly breeze
catching it on the tip of my tongue
rolling it into my lungs
I sing appegio 
to throw a shadow of night

the circle of her arms 
has tightened, 
and the nebula 
in my eyes,
threaten to shoot 
from their sockets 

I have finally 
felt the meteor
lodged in my heart,
move in its longing 
for one last blaze 
of release, 

only the breath of God, 
holds for revelation


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TERPSIKHORE (or Terpsichore) was one of the nine Mousai, 
the goddesses of music, song and dance. In late classical times
--when the Muses were assigned specific literary and artistic 
spheres--Terpsikhore was named Muse of choral song and 
dancing, and represented with a plectrum and lyre.

AIOLOS (or Aeolus) was the king of the winds who kept the 
stormy Anemoi Thuellai and Aellai locked away inside the hollow 
heart of the floating island of Aiolia. At the command of the gods 
he released these to wreck devastating storms. Since the Winds 
were often conceived of as horse-shaped spirits, Aiolos was titled 
Hippotades, "the reiner of horses," from the Greek hippos ("horse") 
and tadên ("reined in tightly").

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A Meeting of Minds

In the silence
 of this crystal night
 shimmering,
 entombed in light,
 we'll tippy toe on the stars 

Moving in a universe
 the tips of our fingers
 write poems in stardust
 as we shift
 the dust of time
 being graced in part,
 a poets Valhalla

Fishing in the black holes
 pulling the next dimension
 through, meeting minds
 from the center of the think
 they ripple with the solar winds
 ghosts of the eternal flame 

Lavender light shaves the moon
 sheets of light trickle in mirrors
 imagination is reborn
 again
 and again

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Opening Petals of Want

you touch me
and I fall away 
to nothing


breaking apart
into a thousand
petals of want 


I am as bewitched 
as the trail
that lies beneath
your hand


incantations
sing through my blood
and I am wrought,
with my need
to list into you


at just a touch 
I need to inhale 
but,


you breath life
into every molecule
to overflow my spirit
and in the essence 
of love 


I lay in want
of the masters
hand  


and to fall as petals
at his feet


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Entered in Catie Lindsay's Competition 
Fanning the Flames 

Gained 1st Place

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The Return of Heart From Darkness

there was a moment
I felt our hearts brush,
there was within time 
a thought, mine you would crush 


those inhumane moments 
within the walls of your world,
stripped me of feeling 
and all my emotions unfurled


threads of memory
drift through my mind, 
I pick up the ends
to try to make them align 


I have flashes of joy
that pinpricked our life, 
but the strongest in visions
are the ones staged of strife 


I remember all the love 
you stripped from my soul,
I remember all the nights
wishing I was once again whole 


these agonies I’ve bled
on my wedding dress,
I’ve erased, the seeing
of you ripping my flesh 


so these words aren’t wrought 
within the pain of despair, 
for I choose to remember
the very best we shared there 


let the Road to Perdition 
that I traveled with you,
carry the heartache and pain
so we can say this adieu 


the thought I now cradle
to the end of my lines,
is of laughing and smiling
in the heart of springtime 


your power has fallen
and can’t hurt me again 
as I sit here, wonder,
was the beginning worth the end

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The Last Masterpiece

She flowed out of his sable brush 
As if form became fluid
Indigo blue the first of hues
Each stroke a caress …


A teardrop sliding down his face
His memories piercing his heart
Sighs and a deep breath 
His lifetime masterpiece awaits …


Silver lit hair black as night
Her Indigo eyes abrim with love
Soft white skin transparent
A white spotted dress of cornflower blue 
silk trimmed waist
Forever imprinted in Memory
A testament to their Love


Raising his hand wrinkled through time
the curve of her breast takes shape
her form follows next …


Pausing for thought ,
he remembers a day etched fast in his mind
Around her head , 
Mists of water rainbow hues
Behind her a waterfall of crystal blue
Shadow and shape suggest beings
The faeries she hoarded
Dancing like angels around her head
These he added as she would be pleased …


His hand starts to shake 
effort and time taking its toll
mad with mother time 
robbing him of his one great gift
this would be his last …


Pouring 50 years of marriage 
His heart and soul
Smeared , brushed , and smudged
Light and dark no dis chord
Finished he is complete
His one great masterpiece
His wife his love …


Packing away his palette
an artisan to his gift
closing the lid on colour
washing his brushes 
and cleaning knives
Weathered hands tremble
Reaching for a glass
The bottle , a sherry he saved ,
from a golden anniversary
their last …


Taking a sip he closes his eyes
waiting for memory to carry him back
To a time beloved …

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Sleeves of the Soul

our hearts were once joined,
 
now apart the degrees
 
of separation are burning,
 
my wounds are weeping 
 
there is no other day
 
 
 
judgment came yesterday
 
Autumn leaves began their journey
 
as my night was laid to rest
 
the walls started falling down
 
scattering the Rose of Sharon 
 
 
 
a bed of flowers to die in
 
a place to lay my weary head
 
I can no longer go walkabout
 
black smoke is streaming
 
a signal, all is not well
 
 
 
there is only one reality, now
 
tomorrow has yet to come
 
yesterday is already history
 
I must savor these last
 
moments, sucking in each drop
 
 
 
in desperation I prayed for hope
 
for the will to fight again
 
but also for the strength to let go
 
my fingers slowly lost their grip
 
creeping my purchase crumbled
 
 
 
sinking ever deeper
 
becoming an automaton
 
I am going through the motions
 
watching the lights extinguish
 
along with my last grain of sanity
 
 
 
the cloudy waters of my heart
 
dream poems, writing of the light
 
I can surf the stars once again
 
the lip curls, it is folding my heart
 
and creasing my mind
 
 
 
sanity has fled on golden wings
 
as sleeves of soul sway in the breeze

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Moments To Remember

I refuse to spend
our last minute in grief
so,
(to remove this other visage 
threatening a takeover)
I transpose over it


your face
with that gentle smile
holding in contemplation,
a curious child, me
 
your face 
once ridged in sadness
with an agony 
we carried together,
and now


as my face burns 
with a heart arched 
in sorrow, 
in the knowing yours 
now rests on heaven,


I, am ever thankful 
but still need 
a moment to remember

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Draped In a Lavender Light

I wore fear
 like a winding sheet,
 leaving behind trails
 of dead dreams

I held hope in my hands
 and weeping, it slid
 through my fingers
 evaporating to naught

I undulated to music
 praying for redemption
 within the passage,
 I was left bereft, still, taciturn

but by relinquishing velleity
 into the firmament,
 and smashing my glass heart
 for the loves' of my life 

I've begun to believe
 in miracles again,
 I am finding the way
 that comforts my soul 

A shimmering
 lavender light,
 shines with serenity
 burns out the fear
 and builds a blaze of hope,
 by loving without doubt 

the whips of regret
 are now unmoving
 fires have been stoked,
 this mystery now has élan 

I am flesh, reborn out
 and into this life, once again.

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Shooting Stars of Awe

I have always known, 
I was a slender 
pale vein beating
in the throat of the earth
feathering at its nape,
and that I was rarely
noticed


but the hand of a god 
was rested on the pulse 
of me and a speck of dust
has been anointed by his hand


the Snow globe of winter 
cracked open 
as incandescent fingers 
of light dropped through, 
I knew then
this was a day 
unlike any another


I was in 
the thrall of madness 
the last time 
I felt the eyes of a god 
rest on me


but now I’ve been touched


Is this the madness 
of divinity 
or a reality in awe?


I don’t care, anymore, 
this speck of dust
has now been mapped 
by the hand of a god


and in his heart 
there is a place 
ever waiting my return


this simple speck 
has found a home in heaven


kissed by the stars