When the spirits are restless
You shall be, too.
Your bed is a machine
Whirring and tossing you.
Tangling sheets strangle your feet.
Your eyes on fire.
Apparitions from long ago
Make their presence known.
Jolted consciousness!
It’s Alice again
And you must drink the tea.
Hares and Queens tempt you
With their hijinks.
Beg the spirits to make haste
So you can befriend the moon again.
Tireless desire rest, rest, rest.
Sharing a poem I wrote a few months ago. If you’re feeling the grips of fear, and who isn’t currently, then I think you’ll enjoy this.
Unafraid of the darkness Eagles perch in wait Watching our movements If we dare Swooping in delight They carry us afar Up, up to Aquarius night star We float upon Clouds like jelly Aspic on our tongues From melted lies we left behind Our flight to the horizon On breadth of Eagle’s wings Lifts our spirits To unimaginable height In the inky sky Older now We learn To soar not crawl Unafraid of the darkness All fear subsides As we fly above obstacles That no longer block our lives -Lisa Thomson Wells
I wrote this little poem as a challenge: Choose one element and write about it. I chose AIR and VERSE.
What element attracts you? Water, fire, earth or air? I tend toward water but Air is my birth sign…so I chose her.
Air is breath of life, our souls. It is the power harnessed to create energy. It is also the ‘mother of thought’ and corresponds to communication and the colors yellow and white.
When I heard the news You’re gone forever, Sister, I stared into space Shocked and in pain. “God stole pink from the sky today,” Is all I could think to say. Your favorite lipstick color Imprinted on my brain. You used to say “Get on your broom And fly over to see me.” We’d laugh at our absurdity. It’s true I looked to you For comfort of your familiar face. Maybe we didn’t always agree But we turned to each other in times of misery. Maternal losses only sisters comprehend. The gravity of life, the frustration of not being heard Again and again. Your laugh always preceded you Announcing your arrival in any place. “Deb’s here,” we’d say—“the party can begin.” Know that you are impossible to forget The twinkle of laughter, the cry of your tears. We went through this life together Like a spiral still connected In those empty spaces Turned into years. God stole pink from the sky today But soon I will see you in each and every sunset. Raspberry-red wine, cloudy and glowing Mirrors your memory Forever in mine. -LT-
My deep condolences go out from my heart, to my two nephews and one niece, in addition to three grand-nieces and one grand-nephew.
The lovely Balroop Singh’s new book of poetry, I’m happy to announce, is available for purchase this week! I can’t wait to delve into this one! She has generously put it on sale until the end of the week. Help me congratulate Balroop on her newest book of poetry, Magical Whispers.
Sharing a poem today written by Nora M. Parker.
I remember when you were young Nothing could stop the chorus song Of your refrain from truth. Now you’re an abandoned bride Old but not necessarily wise. The script you rehearsed line by line No longer applies. A Matron saint with no one to ordain Your time has come to Leave it undone. Admit your wrongs, imbibe your sins With one last kiss Dead from within. -NMP
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