From base ascend to apex
By root through centre
Crown
Through middle with alignment
Invert one pyramid
Star is found
From basic to the utmost
Via heart
Apologues purloined
Floral triangulation
Symbolic world
Conjoined
Tag: unity
The Quaich – a loving cup
gifted, fashioned, crafted from a tree trunk
exquisite in its usefulness and shape
hollowed in the centre for the purpose
of holding liquid for our thirst to slake
gifted from the giver of the airy
fashioned for liquidity of life
crafted by the hands of man in union
with sources and the gifts for which we strive
no need for gilding or adornment
its beauty lies in purpose and in form
simplicity from complex matter
life- holding from life-giving
lovingly borne
Hush, Hear
I can hear your heartbeat in the distance,
Keeping pace with mine, the two as one,
Synchronising love right in this instance,
Pulsing on the waves, euphonic thrum.
I can hear your words although they’re mellow,
Leaves in breezes, dulcet in the air,
I can hear you, can you hear my echo,
Thoughts transmitting, all of loving care.
Listen, can you hear the quiet murmurs,
Syllables and hearts in parity,
Hush to hear them building ever stronger,
Feelings growing in new unity.
Time and Tides
Seeping into pores,
Now joined with heartbeat,
Blood of oneness,
Child of globe, be blessed,
Ones communing,
Now alive in union,
Hear the whispers
Rising on the crest.
Undulating waves,
In tune with moonlight,
Tides of rapture,
Oceans spilling to the shores, decreed,
Blood and water,
Time and tides united,
Bands of brothers, sisters
Know they’re freed.
First Meal of the Day
Up since five a.m. today exploring
others’ words.
Your dreams and hopes, fears and tears,
stirred into my coffee.
I take it black,
unsweetened,
not bitter.
I drink it down in earnest
appreciation of the full flavour,
picked and gathered
from plants
nurtured
around the globe.
Each bean picked
to give a mix
flavoursome
to my palate.
I inhale from leaves too.
First meal of the day.
Two drugs
with the words
makes three.
Nicotine and caffeine
coursing through
bloodstream
with words fed onto pages.
Sad words,
hopeful words,
words that speak of deepest feelings and thoughts.
They touch me.
Nourishment
swallowed and inhaled
with coffee
and cigarettes.
And appreciated.
Addictive manna,
nectar to my needs.
Nicotine,
coffee
and soul connections.
I rinse my mug, stub out my cigarette, close my kindle and begin my day.
It’s almost seven now.
Two hours of addiction satisfied.
But they will invite me back
for lunch.
Carry Me
carry me under water, beneath eternal blue,
slip easily, sleek agility.
carry me on water, one penny for Charon,
transport tranquility.
carry me in water, bejewelled surface break,
dive and rise, erupt euphoric serenity.
carry me like water, absorb, replace
blood’s coursing, transfuse divinity.
carry me, drowned in your water, relive the cycle,
unite and fall, suspended totality.
carry me, compulsion, enthral my soul,
lush liquid inevitability.
Let’s Begin
I call to you now.
Nothing elusive,
Fragmented,
Philosophical.
Nothing
Ethereal,
Unworldly,
Unknown.
Only shared
Understanding.
I call.
As any bird
Has ever whistled to another,
As whales describe
The ocean
In surreal sounds
That haunt forever
And teach patience
Understanding
And love.
I call to you now
As a human,
As a woman.
As me.
There is no other.
Just as there is no other
You.
I call to all you are,
Have ever been
And wish to be.
As you were created.
As you have become.
In all the ailments
And hurts you know
And feel.
In all that you think.
I call.
There is a oneness
That unites.
The air we breathe.
The hearts that beat.
The biological.
Let’s begin there.
Woman’s Voice
It’s spreading out from pebble. Can you feel it?
Rippling through the waterways and seas,
Waving in the oceans. Can you hear it?
Communicated by the birds and bees.
There’s a lesson in the breeze of Mother Nature,
A stirring in the soil where life is found,
There’s a movement in the trees, in the rustling of the leaves,
A tumultuous rumbling underground.
Maternal blood is weeping for her children
And risking self to heal the open sores.
She’s crying out to corners of the universe,
Seeking now to even up the scores.
Listen to a mother when she’s bleeding
Her heart is sore but, tigress, she has teeth.
Woman’s voice. Hearken now, or perish.
United effort. Nature’s one belief.
Dark Lagoon
Delve where daring
Daunts all others,
Dive deeply, dark Lagoon.
Three-pronged attack, Trident’s way,
Coelacanthic gloom.
Tempest rages,
Tortures, troubles,
Tantamount to death.
Cleave to saving rocks around,
Resist thoughts
That leave bereft.
Confusing calm
A placid status
On ocean’s surface seen.
Melee below,
Currents flow
Beneath the glassy sheen.
With fork transposed, inverted,
Waves toss vessels,
Cast away,
Flotilla persists
Where linked, resists,
Safely home to bay.
Video reading Dark Lagoon
Enraptured
Wrapped in swathes of softest velvet
Peace encompassing
Tender delight
Choosing to be so wrapped
And enraptured.
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