My flammiferous heart ignites with you
hiking through coniferous woods in true
kinship. Yon distant pinnacle unbreached
the symbol of our journey’s end unreached
Inspired by: Flammiferous, Symbol, Kinship and Pinnacle.
My flammiferous heart ignites with you
hiking through coniferous woods in true
kinship. Yon distant pinnacle unbreached
the symbol of our journey’s end unreached
Inspired by: Flammiferous, Symbol, Kinship and Pinnacle.
Gripped by unholy 5G overlord
inflammation soars. Packed away keyboard
but the phone radiates til I’m bleary
rub my eyes in the glowing screen, teary
look up to find I’ve been swept away, numb
powerlessness is programmed horror humdrum
worthless as halfpence, value obsolete
until I unplug, recall: life is sweet.
Inspired by Keyboard, Halfpence, Swept and Tears.
Featured image: Glorious sycamore in an unseasonably warm winter afternoon.
Let us love winter for it is the spring of genius.~Pietro Aretino
In winter I typically hover
over the abyss despair uncover
queen of the underworld in the dark hours
longing for the light, so disempowered
even though I study Persephone
I’m literal. Metaphorically
her descent makes sense. My beloved trees
unleaf and pose naked in the deep freeze
while I am buffeted by change. I cope
composing poetry of warmth and hope,
slide under quilts savvy grandmothers sewed
bequests for the long winters they forebode.
My favorite word is one that’s hard to say
—blame game‘s the online flavor of the day
and though recrimination gratifies
it feeds the mean streaks of divides. Likewise
insidious fleshing out memories
insistence on boundaries, therapy
digs in the victim/perpetrator binge
that keeps us stuck in perpetual cringe
We step into our power, like magic
as we dissolve the old tales so tragic
and release the resistance, giving voice
to yes, my favorite word. Say it. Rejoice.
Inspired by: Gratify, Flavor, Boundary, Likewise and written in a stream of consciousness for the SOCS prompt “your favorite word” and the healing practice of saying yes to the exact situation and circumstance triggering your resistance.
Featured image: Sweetgum balls or “witches burrs”–which some believe can be used to create a magical gateway.
“The center of the Mandala is the Now-moment, where, through the quality of attention, we constantly create ourselves anew.”~Richard Moss
After the complete breakdown comes breakthrough
but in the chaos of the fallout few
own the consequences of their choices
embracing instead resistance voices
and what you resist persists defiant
grows your molehills into mountains giant
obstacles right in your face to reveal
the quantum state: what you observe is real
mattering as you focus and select
which possibilities claim or reject.
What scientists neglect in equations
their own intent propagates invasions.
Ironic how as children we are taught
we’re meaningless and that our words are not
the power that creates reality.
We learn to spell without logomancy.
Inspired by: Giant and Breakthrough.
Featured image: Wind-created mandala at the base of a pine.
For decades (centuries), official media and government have been using their bully pulpits to publish lies and self-serving gobbledygook. To control what millions of people believe and think.~Jon Rappoport
The depraved united to skew the view
distort the facts, reliable truth coup
–when you own the press, it’s easy to do–
call me conspiracist as I break through
the queue of visitors led by the hand
through galleries constructed by broadband
and humming with that 5G frequency
that irritates my sensitivity
outside I go under the dazzling stars
as Moon and Saturn dance retrograde Mars
and then the sun reveals the crimson leaves
and yellows brighter than artists conceive
Inspired by: Crimson, United, Reliable and Visitor.
When you’re with me, baby, the skies will be blue.~Garry Bonner and Alan Gordon.
We weave in an intricate sense-pulled dance.
Aficionada of light romance
I’m framing shots while squatting very still.
She’s nosing through the leaves, dragging downhill
against my arbitrary stops. Her trail
beyond the concrete a new world unveils.
I pause and finally she enters in.
We hunters pose: she points, I click, ducks swim.
Inspired by: Aficionado, Arbitrary, Concrete, Intricate and a morning photo walk with my dog.
Featured image: This scene we both agreed was key. Below: Cassidy doing what she loves best.
The people with the thin veneers who strut
and pose and pout and stick out rounded butts
try to construe a view their lives are fine
and persuade me, watching, to toe the line.
The truth is they are weak and have succumbed
to greed, signed over sovereignty, benumbed
to the rich core being alive imbues
caught in the screens by CGI false hues
Unplug and step outside to ground. Let ring
your own vibrations, for your frequency
unique, essential, is what you must bring
to clear the fear so we can see clearly.
Inspired by: Veneer, Persuade, Construe and Weak.
Featured image: the spectacular tree outside my window.
I can tell you about me with stars:
passionate Aries rules my mind and heart
from Mercury and Venus. Moon and Mars
swim in Piscean dreams. Numbers in charts
Aquarian ascendant beams require
to lofty heights and morals I aspire.
Grounded, a Taurus-tempered bull from birth,
balanced in fire, water, air and earth.
You say, I don’t believe astrology.
Then you’re in a pickle, my mystery
not fickle, simply laid out heaven sent.
The sky contributes clues, my fundament.
Inspired by: Pickle, Numbers, Aspire and written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt me.
I walk into elementary school
waves of grief whelm, I attribute it to
the tremulous mouth of the troubled child
caged in the principal’s den, “acting wild”
his natural effervescence untamed
he can’t sit in a stiff chair unrestrained
and no one can look at the roots: the aim
to turn out obedient numbskulls shamed
and afraid, punished, bribed and extorted
til their birthright ambitions are thwarted
and they sink with a sigh into programs
solving old equations and anagrams
burying new insights and ideas
never realizing just who he is.
I take my grandson by the hand, we flee
to our beloved wise ancient oak tree
Inspired by: Tremulous, Elementary and Effervescence.
Title from the first poem I ever memorized, Trees by Joyce Kilmer.