Midsummer

helena nelson reed art

Artist: Helena Nelson Reed 

 

Powdered ivory ice sky clay,

Rolling pin clouds, reveal the day,

An inhale, a moment, of post storm peace,

An inhale, a moment, of harmony achieved,

Now, diamond drops of dew,

Frame lily petals of royal citrus maroon,

We exhale our in/finitude,

Like burning sun, reflective moon.

Heroine’s Journey: Part 1

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https://theironykid.wordpress.com/2013/04/22/the-hamilton-pool-nature-preserve-in-texas-usa/

Swallowing you whole your lover devoured you and spat you out in pieces each new day

In recesses of depths you were convinced you had lost the way,

Your fingertips and lips

grasped at embers while casually speaking of abyss,

The falling star sinkhole that your faith became,

The opal moonlight obscures and illuminates

The wobbly cobblestone labyrinth

The languid last breath and rushed first kiss

The dusk of uncertainty

Dawn’s constant reliable profundity,

All wrapped in soft white leather,

Bound in belief of something ‘better’

Choirs of cascading notes cocoon

Seeds, Small feet, Planted, big shoes,

Lead and follow, same dance, branch to root

Dear Estranged Adoreah

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http://energia.livejournal.com/61013.html

What truth

Are you rising to?

Awe filled lungs, watery sky,

Are you floating in or passing by?

Do you trust your breath?

Or do you only worry about the next?

Who taught you? Who cares?

Forgettable lesson, fiery endless stairs,

To step off remind yourself of transition, pause,

Steps already learned, applause,

You are river, cloud and song,

You are wind, perfect subjective combination

Day 30: NaPoWriMo (Things That Happen Again and Again)

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http://www.sacworldaidsday.org/candle-light-vigil.html

Sun sets, moon rises,

New day, new lives begin,

To seek peace, there must be war,

There will always be rich, there will always be poor,

Those who celebrate and those who mourn,

Those with strength and those meek,

Those righteous hungry and thirsting,

The O/other, the same,

A line, a lie, a name,

The truth is a circle and we sit around the bonfire and sing,

We raise our voices to nothing and it’s everything,

Nothing is everything,

We will be free,

When we can see,

The line between you and me,

Arbitrary,

Blessed are the ignorant,

Blessed be the skeptic,

For theirs is the kin-dom of heaven.

Day 29 NaPoWriMo: Specific Noun From Favorite Poem: Flower

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http://sproutgrowers.com/StoriesArticles/SA.htm

Like humans, flowers gestate in the dark,

Each fed by time, water and sunlight spark,

A flower can be wild, can be a weed,

Can overtake expansive space, starting out as small seed,

The line between admiration and envy,

A comma, so common, yet breathtaking, begin and ending.

 

 

Read one of my favorite poems whose specific noun, flower, inspired my poem:

“When Death Comes” by Mary Oliver:

http://www.awakin.org/read/view.php?tid=477

Day 28 NaPoWriMo: Skeltonic Verse

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http://www.philipchircop.com/post/88974171007/like-a-feather-there-was-once-a-king-sitting-on

Your mind will not be my cage,

Light the palo santo and the sage,

Purify and turn the page,

Pause for righteousness, cease, release,

There is a case for Godliness, a reason to seek peace,

We must still ourselves as the world continues to turn,

Though absent now, the sun will return,

We will descend or rise together,

Let’s be wise and rise, let us be windswept feathers,

Floating on the breeze of mystery,

Hope, hardwork and many dreams,

Collaborating to rebuild our shared reality.