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One Word

Posted on June 27, 2013 by Helen

One word
Spoken in the hush
As evening falls

One kiss
Light on a cheek
In shadows

One promise
Broken before
It is made

One heart
Split at the core
Bereft

One word
Too quiet to hear
All is lost

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged Aspiration, belief, choice, dark, denial, Dreams, lost love, Love, Musings, pain, Relationships, truth | 19 Comments

Gentle – A Villanelle

Posted on June 27, 2013 by Helen

English: Red Rose (1st Day) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is so gentle I may fall and cry
See breath upon your lips so sweet and light
To keep such precious moments, gladly die

You seem so like an angel passing by
Yet in my yearning heart would you alight?
This is so gentle I may fall and cry

In games of love so often I may try
To say the artful word or yet delight
To keep such precious moments, gladly die

So could this lonely poet here deny
The blessing that awakened with your sight?
This is so gentle I may fall and cry

And when I thought all love had passed me by
In age I saw but solitude; this night
To keep such precious moments, gladly die

Within your warm embrace I hopeful lie
The cynic in me shaken and contrite
This is so gentle I may fall and cry
To keep such precious moments, gladly die

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged acceptance, Aspiration, Beauty, belief, choice, Dreams, hope, Love, passion, Relationships, Spiritual, truth, Villanelle | 17 Comments

Tiger

Posted on June 26, 2013 by Helen

English: It is a tiger in the zoo in Liberec. He is sleeping. Polski: To jest tygrys z zoo z Liberca. Śpi sobie. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A tiger sleeps
In a forest in my mind
Above his gentle head
Birds fly to nests to rest
All is dark
The trees a canopy
To catch the falling stars
The tiger’s dreams
Are deep and foreign
And seep within
The forest floor
To promise the approaching day

A ghost haunts
The hallways of my inner heart
His sad procession
Are promises broken
And betrayal
His footsteps a rhythm
To weave his soulful melody
His voice haunting
Angelic
Yet belies
The beast he is and how
This chains him to this moment
And this place

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, choice, cruelty, dark, Dreams, Forest floor, ghost, lost love, Musings, pain, Relationships, Spiritual, tiger | 8 Comments

Time

Posted on June 26, 2013 by Helen

Clock tower in Longwood Historic District (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This year
Dreams long held silent
And asleep
Awaken
This year

This month
Hidden truths are drawn
To life’s brittle
Surface
This month

This day
The reconciliation of opposites
Shines new light
On paths once
Impossible
This day

This hour
Peace descends; a dove
White feathered wonder
Singing forgotten songs
This hour

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged Aspiration, choice, day, Dreams, hour, month, Musings, passion, Philosophy, Spiritual, time, truth, year | 14 Comments

Split

Posted on June 25, 2013 by Helen

Split apart
like a peach
at the banquet table
We are

Cut adrift
like a lost lifeboat
floating on silent seas
We are

Broken down
like a grandfather clock,
portentous but still
We are

Forever lost
like keys to forgotten locks,
keeping secrets
We are

*********

Reunited
like twins from broken homes
finally found
We will be

Secured
like a babe in arms
rocked to sleep
We will be

Repaired
like cuffs of finely tailored
business suits
We will be

Yet redeemed
as fallen angels find
still beating wings
We will be

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, alchemy, angel, Aspiration, belief, choice, dark, denial, Dreams, hope, lost love, Love, passion, Philosophy, Relationships, Spiritual, truth | 16 Comments

Greater

Posted on June 25, 2013 by Helen

English: Ghost Français : Apparation dame blanche au chevet d’un mourrant (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There are greater fears
Than that
Death’s dominion is
A shroud at best
The closing lid of the coffin
Just a doorway beyond

There are deeper darknesses within
Than this
The blood that beats
Its circulatory path may spill
Like red wine
Soothing the descent

Some hallways hold terrors beyond
Our thoughts
The lyricism of a lover
Slicing through cold passion
Is a ghostly form
Walking through

There are greater fears
Than this
A demon’s smile is still
A smile
And even such lost creatures
Sometimes cry

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, alchemy, choice, cruelty, dark, death, fear, Musings, pain, Philosophy, Spiritual, truth | 12 Comments

Lost Weekend

Posted on June 24, 2013 by Helen

UFO ?? (Photo credit: Djumbo)

Blink and it’s Monday
Lost weekend
A cavity of darkness
Inhabits my mind
Am I blind?
What of the past two days?
Where are they hid?

Light flashing before my eyes
Friday night dreams
Can’t resolve now at all
The in-betweens
A feeling like vertigo
Hovers above
I’m sick to my soul
As memory taunts me to sleep

Wherefore went Sunday?
Lost weekend
Fall into Monday
No drink to comfort me
Addictions are spent
Yet still this new certainty
Creeps through my soul
That never again I’ll be whole

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, alien, aliens, choice, dark, delusion, denial, dissociation, Dreams, lost time, lost weekend, memory, Memory loss, Musings, pain, truth | 20 Comments

Merlin

Posted on June 24, 2013 by Helen

Gustave Doré’s illustration of Arthur and Merlin for Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, 1868 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From what depths did you see
Honor and pageantry
Timeless mythology
First there was one, then three

Three into two won’t go
Kingdoms to overthrow
Merlin what do you know
What is the truth you’d show?

Lancelot, Arthur here
Circle round Guinevere
Betrayal’s a flaming spear
Passion that draws death near

Lost in your own refrain
Merlin, can you regain
Or better yet, explain
Could Arthur return again?

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, Arthur, Arthurian, Camelot, choice, dark, Dreams, Guinevere, history, honour, King Arthur, Lancelot, Merlin, Musings, mythology, Spiritual, truth | 31 Comments

Love Bite

Posted on June 23, 2013 by Helen

Vampyren, “The Vampire”, by Edvard Munch (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Love bite
Red lips
Ice cold
Fingertips
Skin that’s
Almost blue
Embrace that
Chills you through

Love bite
Neck as lace
Bitter
Aftertaste
Night owl
Seeks the moon
Sated
Far too soon

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged blood, choice, cruelty, dark, death, Hickey, love bite, pain, passion, Relationships, vampire, vampyric | 29 Comments

A Problem To Be Solved

Posted on June 23, 2013 by Helen

English: 4D virtual 3x3x3x3 sequential move puzzle, solved (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You always were
A problem to be solved
Riddle encased enigma
Slippery to behold
And who amongst us recognised
The lies that you have told?

You always were
A mystery of art
From depthless need
A history apart
But that’s the game
You told me from the start

I guess you are
A mystery to yourself
A problem child
Still left upon the shelf
Your own dark bane
To your precarious mental health

You always were
A solution out of reach
Performance art
That we have given each to each
But there is nothing
In this playground left to teach

You always were
A problem to be solved
A silver lining
When you promised purest gold
And so it shall be
Ever now till we are old
And so it shall be
Ever now till we are old