Foggy consecutive dawns on the lake
an insistent melody I partake all present urge me to wake. Past mistakes encapsulate my fate. Like ghostly wraiths
who haunt the surface, manipulate air,
pushed by the sun away. Still I am snared. Nebulous traps of my own devising sing me to sleep without analyzing.
The narrative perpetual sedates
hypnotically effectual mandates like senseless nursery rhymes reveal crimes hazy and obscure til consciousness chimes.
The infiltrated group-mind lulls to sleep
with promises and lies intertwined keep me like a servant giving energy to the dark forces feeding frenziedly.
Inspired by: and the OctPoWriMo Day 20 theme of Consecutive, Melody, Encapsulate, Effectual community.
Featured image: These consecutive cool predawn mornings are foggy and eerie until the sun chases all the illusions away.
Fog rises from the water like remnants
of feelings cast off and creeping tenants in dream-houses huddled and eerie ghosts unspeakable unspoken stories, most
of which we know where neurons jitter-spark
recomposing our essence unremarked. Our bodies caught, shifting twisting nightmare fitful drenching in sweat deep mal de mer
we gasp for air, quaking in dark, misled.
A heron glides in right over my head. The sky is pinking in the west beyond the gold-tipped trees. My soapbox screed foregone
as dawn’s mystical incantation spells
the way to create new life and live well. Belted kingfisher’s rattle fills the air. I empty all past knowing, sit, aware.
Inspired by: Remnant, Neuron, Screed, Incantation and the #OctPoWriMo Day 19 theme storytelling.
I’m the cautionary tale, canary
in the mine. If there’s a toxin buried even layered in the air, the fumes scorch sensitivities, a five-alarm scourge
If you see me melt or swinge, apprehend
cast not for blame. Break hypnotic trance. Wend your way to cleanse. Hug a tree. Breathe fresh air. Ground, earthing, center. Sound electric prayer.
Aiming for high trajectory, I burn
illusions. With respect for me, I yearn to model what I’ve learned. Disintegrate past’s chains, the patterned prate repudiate.
Inspired by: Hypnotic, Scorch, Cautionary and Blame.
Featured image: The lake is exceptionally beautiful today; I’m counting down the days to departure.
The vibrant red cardinal is an uplifting, happy sign that those we have lost will live forever, so long as we keep their memory alive in our hearts.~ Lori Vanover
Call me balmy, huddled in fleece, at peace
on this porch. Intent. I carry a torch for a lake. Morning calm, daily release the last vestige of a vintage deceased.
I create a new life. Intuition
rife so I can’t be bamboozled. One robin slams into the newly cleaned glass. I gasp. Feathers stick and float. Now a bass
splashes, crashes into mirror-smooth mere,
reaches me here with a repugnant jeer. I’m not immune to tricks. The fine print bores in language of new leases and the tours
a whirlwind of doors slamming. Not the space
of sanctuary I seek to replace. A bright red cardinal flutters in vain to pierce pristine windows. I do the same.
Inspired by: Repugnant, Vestige, Bamboozle and Balmy.
The wonderful thing about tiggers, is tiggers are wonderful things.
The three-legged one-eared cat’s eying ducks
from the cold wet shore, grisly spying. Clucks and quacks but no alarm. She cannot harm them, so it seems, from my table of dreams.
Kingfisher’s arrival and the rain drive
awkward limping. Foiled again. The ducks dive bottoms up, intent on feeding, unware and unheeding, just like me. I take care
to be here now, dismiss the puerile fears
and danger bleats from unenlightened peers. Each step reveals. I hold my lantern bright. Aware, aimed at the highest path of life.
Inspired by: Table, Cold, Grisly and Puerile.
Featured image: Tigger, my neighbor’s once feral cat, hunting in the rain this morning and revealing the lesson I most need in this exact moment. (Sorry it’s so blurry; it was dark!)
Intuition guides me through this current.
Light-cords through the aether twinkle. I’ve learnt harmony, tinkling piano keys since I was three, sound and grounded, at ease
splashing in rain, mud slurp-squishing through toes.
Playing outside my heart’s desire. The throes of now steerable from that innocence which chose concordance through the peril. Hence
in my grief, watching as three ducks emerge
into the subtle lightening, dawn’s verge reveals the hidden clues to loving eyes. Coherence in stillness lets music rise.
The sky is an outrageous symphony.
The high notes white and gold and shot with pink. Dark rumbles from the west betoken rain. The sun’s slow burst of colors in free rein.
Inspired by: Piano, Current, Betoken and OctPoWriMo Day 14 Rain.
Featured image: I went out in the dawn to take photos of the ducks when the sun swept over the horizon.
Big bass are infiltrating minnow school.
The water’s high so they can reach the pools secret and unreachable yesterday. Splashing in this teachable, fatal way.
There is no safe place to hide, and habit
is a trap. Ducklings chase bait and grab it. Kingfisher rattles in, his echoed trail now covered by the honking geese. Inhale.
Emails urge me to fight, protect my rights,
but having grown up in war, I’ve a slight difference in tactics. I’m sovereign, alive. The stories weaving fear are all just jive.
Kingfisher’s near. I pause and peer. Concealed
from sight, his surreptitious flight revealed by sounds he leaves in air thickened and wet. The lake reflects how to survive, beset.
Inspired by this morning’s spectacular lakeside dawn, featured image, and the conviction that taking each step with integrity and love defeats all the fear mongering and false data. It’s up to each individual to act now. As I write this, a single great white heron flies overhead.
If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.~Joseph Campbell
Poised in the liminal dark as nowness
permeates my dream-mist, I see how this planet goes. I ogle eagles plunging sky to lake, master dimensions lunging
strong and fierce–on my breaks from the daughter
tasks my heart insists transpierce my oughtas. Each simple step reveals and can’t be missed presenting like a veritable kiss
feels like a fist so I comply. What dies
is resistance to the flow. With new eyes intentional trajectory aims high below the murky surface, serene, dives.
Inspired by: Ogle, Mist, Veritable and the OctPoWriMo day 6 prompts: intention, design, dream, purpose.
Featured images: Above, an eagle fishing under an improbable sky. Below, the dive.
Weaving her spinnerets she float-descends
on gossamer threads in a straight line, ends table-side. I raise my cup, try to blend like this poised heron fishing by the bend.
We three: spider, bird, human sink beneath
the fracas of manmade reality that makes us quash true knowledge to survive. Respect this morning seals the web of life.
Inspired by Quash, Spider, Seal and Fracas.
Featured Image: During , my Little Miss Muffet adventure at breakfast this great egret patiently fished.
There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.~Bernard Williams
Dawn thrusts rosy fingers across the vast
entices my cold feet through dew-kissed grass. I’m spinning in the primordial light each moment’s change, a gasp. Heron’s flight
westward, painter of watery hued sky
reminds me I must let emotions fly. Undone by yesterday’s grief, as I fell into the well of sadness for a spell
this bright hope pulls me into a new day.
My father rubs his forehead, bows to pray. Look up! I bring him photos: brilliant lake suffused fleeting radiance quells heartbreak.
Inspired by: Forehead, Vast, Watery and Primordial.
Featured image: This morning’s sunrise was spectacular and fleeting. This heron flew over.