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Tag: signs
Lay Love
Lay love, if honestly, for who needs petals,
petals wilt and die,
as so they must,
lay love upon the earth, where life is buried,
love returns to source,
as all, to dust.
Lay love where’er we visit, who needs roses,
flowers fade away
like coloured time,
lay love upon each head, before the tombstones,
‘ere the death, lay love,
most potent sign.
The legacy was love, who mentioned flowers,
flowers are forgotten,
turn to seed,
lay love, upon each passing, before passing,
love’s wreath is all t’was asked for,
all we need.
Elemental Daughter
She can tell, by turns, which way the world blows,
Lips to air, deep breaths, she tastes, she knows,
Lets the Kaver finger hair and loose clothes,
Mistral rushes through her channelled pores.
She nor’westers within stones long risen,
Empower’d by the buffets in between,
Dances there with deities all borne in that scene,
Feels the pressure, coriolis weaned.
She can rise from rivers, balance water,
Atomic weights, compound all they to her,
She’s the breath, the elemental daughter,
Born, released and free forever more.
Crazy sort of lady is the folk lore,
Witch upon the wind and on the moors,
Bathing in the floods of fire and aether,
Shower’d, she of air, she lives and pours
Flesh to life and soul to all around, rotating,
Twirling dervish, live unto the end,
Controls and calms, by turns, all elements about her,
Every waft of current is her friend.
Listen when she speaks through thunder’d prisms
Wrap yourself in bounty born within,
She curls around all feelings, depths and chasms,
Feel her dancing, daughter of the wind.
Birds On A Wire, Fish On A Spire
There’s a spire growing out of a chimney
on a roof
across my street,
there’s a fish and an aerial
atop them
where birds of a feather all meet.
The fish follows the pathway of currents,
head into the wind when it blows,
I see the wind’s movement in clouds there
and in twirling of fish for it knows
And the birds know too when it’s blowing
for then the aerial is bare,
home they must go to seek shelter,
I look then and no birds are there.
Sometimes the clouds are so gathered
that sky is a uniform grey,
no movement observed in clouds passing
but I look and I check anyway.
And there, on the spire where it’s lonely,
lives a fish that never goes home,
It guides and resides, forever turning,
in the face of all winds ever blown.
It strikes me then, spires and aerials
and fish and birds at their height
serve purpose beyond their creation,
I’ll keep looking and learn what I might.
Faith In One Feather
Once, feather requested
for token belief,
his faith so diminished by
Life’s common thief.
His symbol of grace,
renewed by the milk of
liquid enchantment, formed
creamy white silk,
wrapped now in thoughts
that all may be well,
imagined, held clearly till
cause-effect weaves its spell
of tropical bounty
toughened by strife,
sweetened by truth of
renewable life,
where possible visions
enact in the mind,
tacit compliance
till treasure he finds.
Snowflakes
Lantern lights
Relieving
Winter’s dark
Herald spring
And summer
With skylark
Bestowing hope
Darkest nights
Have gone
Alternate snowflake
Brighter
Days to dawn.
Sun Dance
Words are playing in my head
And writing them down is a way
To empty my brain
And find relief from all said
But the words trouble
And scare and berate
Is it too late?
Admonishment and promise exist
In harmonious fulfilment.
Hope arises.
Times ahead
Known when seen
Vast oceans of darkness
And flood
To test and tempt
Wonder at on earth
And above
Angels quake at
Anger and fierce
Retribution
Rainbows of hope
Messages too subtle
Await anew
A double-edged sword
A message for three
And the sun knows
And sees and shows
North, South and round
Dance, bask and grow
Our light from the light
Be advised
Arise
Awake
Act.
Frustration
I’m feeling utterly frustrated tonight.
A couple of days ago I did a video reading Resolutions My Arse – The Glesca Version and wondered at the time why my voice sounded so low. Never thought too much about it. Last night I was round at my sister’s and noticed that my voice kept coming and going. This morning I woke with next to no voice at all and it has just gotten progressively worse throughout the day. So much so that I had to cancel a night out with my best friend. If there is one thing the two of us do is talk. And that would have been an impossibility. I started off the day sounding like a combination of Mickey Mouse and Kermit. Now, more like a really quiet Flipper.
I can only recollect one other time when I lost my voice almost completely and I was in class. Rather than getting louder the children grew quieter and quieter. I am obviously the source of most of the noise! My house is exceptionally quiet tonight. I gave up signing furiously. And swearing under your breath in frustration just does not have the same impact.
But at least I can type. 😉
scottishmomus 
