Fresh Ground

no pretense
APRIL 2, 2010 2:16PM

Last rights

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I see it

with my Eyes closed

 

almost Home

 

No matter who

or how old or bent,

we can always see the child within

 

who yearns for all

that might have been

 

Promises

Empty space

Where once my arms held the expanding Universe.

 

Family

Children

Home and hearth

 

Built to house the joy we knew

and lack

 

Love can leave

and never look back

 

Dreams washed overboard

with our Innocence

 

Future passed,

a Requiem

at last

 

Understood

 

When no one hears me

Cry out

Laughing

 

 

…Wisdom comes late

 

 

My journey bade  me elsewhere

 

rooted in the Earth

and connected to Heaven

 

My madness

known only to me

and those precious few

 

hours of care

creating anew

from the deepest water in my well

 

so many

many

 

fertile words

spill upon the ground

like rain

Wishing it could rise back up into the gathering clouds

and make a rainbow

 

and given all that’s written and said,

so much left unread

 

Songs sung

grateful Hearts

a hand reaching out

Smiles offered

Dances yet to be

 

Spirit

shadow

tastes to tease

 

I seek nirvana, if you please

 

Again

 

one

more

time…

 

Growing

Healing

Hoping for ourselves

and Mother Earth.

 

Waiting

Wondering

feigning mirth 

 

Stay the course 

sustaining

in the face of the looming inevitable

 

knowing

despite our Faith

Fearing,

 

Praying

Posturing

Wandering

 

Lost and Found

in the masterpiece


a drop in the bucket

never knowing for certain

even when you know for sure.

 

Night falls

peaceful

ringing loudly in my ears

 

that still and pregnant silence

 

from the Beginning

two Heartbeats in the warm Darkness

 

Ascending into Light

Everlasting

 

Indivisible

 

 

 

 

 

         blessed be,

         dyno

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dynomyte, Poetry like no other, especially touched me with this "When no one hears me

Cry out

Laughing





…Wisdom comes late





My journey bade me elsewhere..."
I related. R
If only more understood this.... or at least practiced it! Beautiful!
It is a chance to breathe that poem gave. I appreciate it for that fact alone. Very peaceful and with a focus on maintaining our peacefulness. Nicely done. -R-
I usually don't like poetry, but in this case I'll make an exception. r
Oh man, this is lovely, redemptive...
Thank you deeply, every one who commented, and those who rated and for someone reason chose not to. I first posted this collection of poems in celebration of Valentine's Day. For some reason it seemed relevant to make a note of it on Facebook yesterday, in honor of the Summer solstice, perhaps for no better reason than the fact that I wanted to hang it up where people might see it; and hopefully enjoy it anew.

On solstice night, pagan lovers would LEAP together arm in arm over the fires to celebrate their crops (honored also earlier in the season in somewhat similar fashion, on Beltane) The higher they leapt, so the story goes, the higher the crops would grow. I know the poems are a l'l racy, but what the hell. No one will ever accuse me of being politically correct.

There's something pagan in me yet, and I have to make an effort to suppress my temperature, or I would burn up.