Sensations pained me, faceless…*

flickr ~ photo by Stuart Anthony

My hand seems heavy

at your brow,

I sense the tension…

Marky clouds, mates

at neighborhood you move

away soon

worrying of fitting in…         

You’re lying drained

Coursing roots,

The parents, mothering

too long to try your

own brain & blood

still rained on the path,

the ghosts are lurking

in the shadows through

leaves, mute voices

clanging on the twigs…

Till bathed in the lotus

curved pose, you breathe

relentlessly, releasing

blocks and blames

through capillaries

and veins – inhaling

heavenly poured bliss…

The dark intentions

drowning deeply

fertilizing sprouts
                        feast…

* The line of poem 'Night' by Wole Soyinka. 

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Thread through

Phillip Allen Art,  Dublin

‘AIM HIGH’ ~  psychic tip of the day

The rose in my chest

uncurled the petals

in harmony I drink

the dawn.

The fervor of first birds

so cheerful my world

the little fists knock

in the bow.

The wind whisper ‘whish-sh-sh’

the gossip of owls

crossroads crossing

at night.

Suicidal clouds

recall hidden thorns

that pocking a void

in the sky.

It’s later the crocus

will shine out of mud

emitting gladness

and love.

Holistic and white

the healing begins

the letters sent 
from above...

Sunday Whirl

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Fallen leaves waltz

'The Singing Butler' by Jack Vettriano

Still

self world

cells

letters

fell down leaves

estampes

prints

written

in ancient

time/season/day

keep secrets

codes, shades

sway

I match

palm to palm

heart pumps

loud

reading

lines…

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Fabric of truth

                          

                               Quilting  Art by Valeria Hill

Wind’s murmur through

channeling wall

brings voices:

my neighbors’ late dinner,

the weather broadcast,

the buzzzzzz….

maintenance pulls motorcycle

leaving behind the clouds of dust

the strain in the drain is fixed,

the water went into earthen womb

the restless day rolled

in the evening bowl

filled with stars, stories

of spying moon

with ebbs and flows of glory

in crispy air of burning runes

they dipped  in erratic layers of

light concealed the truth

partly swallowed by hunting night

clinging to rain caboose  

aware of  fair fall fest

star fever gone at dawn

good place ,

spinning the fortune wheel

the heart pumping loud.

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Stronger than fate

srr.com

Oh, these mousy worries

stalking the shoreline

a force to bend with a fate

tempered strength-

the reward for endurance

thoughts of unbearable challenge:

god would never give any

if he hasn’t known

you able to cope with it…

                      

that special stratum

of human identity

which stronger than fate.

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Triquain Remix

by Heartlover1717 via photopin cc

Daring

The fear of

being embarrassed once

stopped from expansion out of the zone.

Daring today toward your dreams creates the base.

You have plenty of time to add all

the bells and the whistles

later on.

Words

Words have weight

when the fiery Leo

meets the spontaneous Mercury.

Have courage to radically change the way you

 present yourself. The style can summon

chaos to cause, unleash

new power.

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‘buckle up’ is no more an infringement on personal freedom and dignity

"Poets_corner" by Mike Worrall

“We ride the white noise as a horse.”

E. Rinaldi

You instantly spiraled my world

no buckled up,

drilled inside/out of my beliefs,

the sacred knowledge I’ve gained,

even unknown one yet to me,

navigated, you trickily licked,

absorbed interlude during

a theater intermission, the moment

entwined between open/closed doors

to the opera house

as your vision of my humanity

not yet vanished from

yesterday grace…

I counterpoint guessing

what the next dish

will satisfy our insanity,

when we take strides

along the years of humming

while a soul starving for fetish

of New…

Brenda Warren

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Life path

At dawn no one can see the stars

Stars manifest themselves in the dark

Dark shadows cover the truth

Truth to become your voice stark.

Daylight heals the star fever

Fever approaches all to pass

Pass the trial and error road

Road we call the life path.

Once you turn your star On

On the way to discover the passion

Passion surrounds the happy vibes

Vibes of those reborn from the ashes.

Fireblossom Friday : "Redemption"

The Sunday Mini-challenge: Loop poetry

Hold me Not

artist/poet Kathryn Dyche Dechairo

So fragile hand of nature…

single leaf catching

from burning tree

predicament leave of fall

bookmark between heart plates

manipulative hats

wore when performed as master

in sumptuous vibrant feast.

Now vacuous, in blurry vision, dissolved…

whose fault…leaf turned violet…

please, slather the air on my shortbread.

Brenda Warren

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The Sunday Whirl

Poets United

The answer

So intricate way of drifting

at central avenue dreams

in scattered magic dimension

a buffoon used to intrigued me in

Above the jelly clouds

in cranberry only stains

below the vigilant bell roulade

pays off your choice to change

The Sunday Whirl


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Fragment

Train

keeps

old truck

algorithm

cries

out

south

gusting wind

sprung

thoughts

enough

filtered

left

yet

bitter

pieces taste

 Image1 credit: ahawallpaper.com

Image2 credit: Brenda W. Sunday Whirl

Weekend Mini challenge: Fibonacci

Sunday Whirl

Split, we travel...(palindromes)

‘when it comes to the moon,

darkness often means light’

Tarot

Night out

we’re liquids

in various stages

travel to exchange

the electrolytes

of souls

split

through  ages

to highlight

the darkness

of moon

 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

 moon of

darkness, the

highlight to

ages through

split

souls of

electrolytes-

exchange to travel

stages

various in liquids

Are we out,

night?

 now-

the best chance

to heal

 old wounds

face the fears

repair the path…

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

…path of  repair

fears – on the face

wounds – old

heal – for chance

the best - now

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Sunday Mini-challenge: Palindromes ( mirrored poetry)