Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Purpose




Eternity does cradle slow in forming fractalicious shape,
that dance of pure becoming wrought in silent, perfect steps,
and in the doing so creation does display and twist as minuet;
time holds out the baton, determines when there will be rest.

Within the cultured moments of the endless active hours,
there comes a perfect balance  then made manifest,  revealed,
in purpose calligraphed upon the heavens truth has wrought;
so then is meaning, purpose and intent no more concealed.

Slow breathing into being is the call from angels sung,
and trusting that the process will endure, forever moving on,
then does the mind of God incarnate in the material world;
so are we birthed to our becoming, whether short or long. 

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Who Am I?



To search within the almost seen, scramble in the mind,
to rummage through the coats of past, seeking so to find,
who I am and who I was and who I still might be;
so does love draw gentle hands across eternity.

Who was I then, who am I now, and who will I become,
so do the questions roll and taunt when certainty is gone,
and who I might have been, or could, has drifted on the wind;
so do potentials reach an end, before we can begin.

That morning when I woke in fear and huddled into Self,
as dreams and deep imaginings were tumbling from the shelf,
so then I saw in scattered wreck the tramplings of my heart;
and realised, that who I was, had never played a part.

And yet it had been written, this tortured, searching path,
which led from birth and on to death, as pure and soulful art,
for in the journey to become, to know and render true;
I learned the shape of  what was me, perceived, what was called you.

https://dversepoets.com/2016/11/17/openlinknight-183/

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Poems

Plant

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Plant a thousand memories,
let them birth alone,
thrive in deepest darkness,
delve through mind and soul.

And when the days are spent,
let them break asunder,
bounce through sudden dreams,
wake the hidden world.

So the way leads ever on,
when the hours are sent,
holding to the spirit's course;
all is recompense.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/10/23/wordle-271/
 

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Bridge of will

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Needles threading
slow through love,
trip of life does trim,
and fill, embroiders
view of mist and trail;
colours breeze so still.
Sky does sob in
sympathy as the work
is done, washes clean
the soil, makes
a bridge of will.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/10/09/wordle-269/

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Razzle Dazzle

Showiness astonishes,
dazzles through the days,
amazes and inspires,
sparkles now at play.

Vivacity entrances,
brightness is bequeathed,
glitter does excel
glory surely breathes.

Razzle through the dewdrops,
shivering at play,
quivering in glint of dance;
nature does display.

https://dversepoets.com/2016/10/04/razzle-dazzle-me/

 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Spring


Grey, brooding, unconscionable clouds,

Sodden, weeping, teething winds,

So does Spring spit irritably in our face;

Drenching still the skirts of fallen Winter.