The Spell of Being

The Spell of Being

I am without time.

I am all times.

I am a speck of dust

I am a mountain of stone.

I am without form.

I am all forms.

I am the last Spark of Hope

I am the Inferno of Creation

I am the unseen Past.

I am the unknown Future.

I am the soft sigh of Death

I am the gale of Chaos

I am without Life

I am without Death

I am a silent Tear

I am an unbroken Wave

I am Spirit without form

And I am Form in Spirit

I am not

I am.

 

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Oh my . .

Dust . . . cyber dust everywhere.

Started digging into papers and efiles and folders to see what I can find between writing new stuff and working on other projects.

I hadn’t realized the number of unpublished bits and pieces I have left laying around.

Somewhere, most of them are on physical paper too. Or the seed of the thought that transforms from a fleeting word painted image into something else.

Poems in metre, poems that create their own cadence. Furious diatribes and heady heartfelt schisms.

Scattered wantonly across my hard drive.

All while trying to tease new material from behind the veils of my inner scratch pad . . .

 

Rain Menagerie

Rain Menagerie

I’ve ridden the winds that bring the rains

Flowed down creeks to the lakes that drain

And trickled to seas of the never tamed

 

A sparkling gleam of the dew in the morn

A colorful sky that a storm sends to warn

Drifting gusts that wind thru branch and thorn

 

I’ve raced with the hunter to call of the chase

Dodged the dogs of war in frantic life’s race

Hunter and Hunted, two sides of my face

 

Rabbits and Ferrets and quiet Moles too

The Moose, the Bull and a Fish swum true

Gazelle and Elk all a part of nature’s stew

 

The Buffalo dance, and Antelope bounds

The Thrush in the woods, Quail at ground

Hesitant Fawn waiting for comforting sound

 

The great friend Whale swims in jeweled seas

Not ever troubled by his brother, the Flea

Chipmunk and Squirrel, laugh safe in their tree

 

Sister Eagle soars through shimmering skies

Cousin Hawk dives swift, death on the fly

Even Vulture takes part in hiding life’s lies

 

The Coyote grins with an animate snicker

Fox eludes hunter with a brush tailed flicker

Small friend Weasel is ever so quicker

 

Hyenas, Leopards, Jaguars and Dingoes too

Tigers and Bears and Koalas and Roo’s

All creatures of life if your seeing runs true

 

The Wolf in his forest, the Lion his plain

The Stag in his meadow and Man with his brain

All brought together through life giving rain

 

 

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Consort

CONSORT

 

Within her arms I walk alone

Seeking for her always

Long trail of desolation

 

Facing ever outward

Adrift with only hope

She lies behind the veil

 

Glimpses of her come

Like stars in diversity

Within the waking dream

 

Touches of chance

Reflect upon one

In many unseen ways

 

Here she lies

There she walks

Shades of memory

 

Upon each face

I see her touch

Never wholly

 

Reflections of her

A scent, a taste

Touching hearts

 

She behind me

Yet beside me

Forever just beyond?

 

Long the separation

Lady, take my hand

Leave me not alone

 

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Last Days of The Summer King

Last Days of the Summer King

 

The sun of his youth has faded

As he sits in silent contemplation

Skin wove with scars and tales

With the soft polish of weathered wood

 

Frost tumbles through his beard

Grown long beneath considered gaze

Eyes aglow as memories march

In quiet pageant of contemplation

 

Antlers worn white, rest upon his head

Rich entwined with cold kissed vines

A fading splendor that adorns his brow

Caressed with words of countless lives

 

The sounds of glee and laughter fade

As the skirl of music lies about him

And life around him dancing

In a furious array

 

His hands recall the memory of

The bright spring Maiden fair

His nose the scents that linger

Of the fiery Mother’s hair

 

And through the seasons turnings

As the year flew fast away

He smiles of his love the Crone

As they whiled away their days

 

From the rebirth in the Winter’s night

The laughter of Spring’s warming light

Through the fiery dance of Summer’s height

Unto the harvest of Autumn’s flight

 

He smiled as he recalled the days.

 

Snow settles soft about him

Tossed on the Winter’s wind

Grayness courts and calls him

As he turns his thoughts within

 

In shadowed time the way grows bright

He sees Her there within

Into her arms he gladly steps

While this tale begins again

 

The revelers turn towards him

With wry merriments chagrin

The words of blessing falter

As they wonder where he went . . .

 

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The Winter King’s Land.

Awakened night in harvest future

Silvered streams across embrasure

Through the portal, a chance’s glance

The Faeries dream before me danced

 

Awake! My Lady to share the view

Wish to share this vision true

Across the meadow glowing holy

Light plays softly dancing slowly

 

Fields of glowing pristine white

Spread before our entranced sight

Cast upon the gleaming land

Castles spires, tall and grand

 

Silent Knights ride tall and bold

Fey Ladies waltz is grandly told

Palace glistens in crystalline repose

Torrents locked in glassine throes

 

Silvered wonder in mountain home

White and green where hunter roams

Breathless clarity in shimmering air

Ramparts splendor from yesteryear

 

Cedars mighty in cloaks of white

Satin glory of cast moonlight

Tumbling down the stony bed

Quartzite dreams playfully led

 

Marbled fields carved in light

More than just a fancies flight

Observer’s eye to fantasy

The Winter Kings reality

 

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Beautiful Raven

BEAUTIFUL RAVEN – 2006

 

My Beautiful Raven touches me

with wings of silk soft elegance.

Tattered spirit and companion soul,

heart from beyond the tragic fence.

Through misted time our spirits

danced calling in resonant harmony.

Like the soft and delicate fluttering

of a butterfly upon flower petal.

Soft the touch and soft the steps she

has made beyond the wall of rage.

Silvered moon beams play lazily where

once the fires of anger reigned.

To touch is to smile is to laugh even

through the cage of imprisoning distance.

I’ve hid from thee – pushed away from thee

and turned from loss to once again find thee.

Do I touch thee do I take thee with all care

take you in my arms and hold thee fairly?

What we long for what we hold dear

does it step close to us through veil sheer?

Can we reach beyond the veils

to stretch across the miles?

Will soul and spirit survive the

touch beyond the Ethereal?

My Beautiful Raven touches me

and makes my spirit sing