Poetry
Poetry Month starting soon
Answer
(written after the My Prayers poem but i forgot to upload it)
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i consulted the Tarot today
i spoke to it with respect
i pulled a card for myself
but all i saw was you
on your knees in the woods
two swords on your back
not bowed down
not begging
waiting beside an oak
i stopped before asking it more
i don’t want terrible answers about anyone
there are none
but i felt i might cheat on your behalf
and change the cards in your favour
and that revealed my heart
Fantasy
fantasy can rip you apart
and take you into the dark
or it can be lovely
and brighten your heart
the dark is behind us
may happiness bind us
when the dream is of love
and sweetens the night
it can lead us into the light
Cup of Honey
I went to my secret grove last night
where the trees grow fair
high in the hills,
where the stars are bright
I heard a sound
and turned around
toward the granite chair
You were sitting there
a cup of honey in your hand
and flowers in your hair
Though the grove is secret
it’s a gift that we can share
in the dreaming land
I made you welcome there
The Book of Love
the book of love should be re-written
so we can’t hurt the ones we love
it should be written out in music
with lyrics sent down from above
lovers dreams should all come true
i read this book when i was learning
the hieroglyphs keep shifting now
complications make it so
if only we could make it simple
then we’d know the way to go
there was a time i understood
but that was very long ago
Calling Venus
memories, sunlight, shadows
there are no delusions in here
seeking illumination
i have no illusions
so why am i lost again?
i am not lacking in bravery
i am even strong
this is not a prayer
help me to understand
the trees are obscuring my view
take me up to the hills
show me the path i should follow
send a message, a comet, a flash
clear away all the clouds
so i can see the moon
and the brightness of Venus beside
show me my guiding star
My Prayers
i wish i could wipe away all the tears
wherever they may come from
life is so often unjust
or do i not understand?
is some god only playing with us?
or are we so deficient in learning?
my prayers, so rare,
are always answered
but not in the way i expect
and not in the way i would want
my prayers are far too powerful
in the hands of a mortal like me
an unwitting player of chess
I can’t see ahead far enough
whatever is given to me
has been taken away from another
it’s worse when it’s someone i love
why must fate be so cruel?
the lessons so seldom are plain
i may never pray again
not until I’m on my death bed
with submissive thanks
what’s the purpose of prayer
when i can’t recognise the answer
In my eyes
I may not deserve to be loved
but I have served my time
in the hard knocks school
maybe breaking some rules
but trying to learn
Too long I have felt as if nobody feels me,
wrapped in a bubble that touch doesn’t pierce
locked in a transparent vacuum,
surrounded by screens,
trying to silence my head
‘I see nothing but love in your eyes,” she said
Her words raised me up from the dead.
Melting Snow
a summer breeze blew in today
it swept me off my feet
all the world has turned about
my madness is complete
but this is not insanity
it’s sanity profound
magic cast a sudden spell
and I’m still on the ground
the earth is still beneath my feet
the sun is in the sky
this perfumed breeze is one i know
from very long ago
love returns with brighter stars
above, around, below
this gentle, soft, return of love
has melted all my snow
The Dreaming Path 