Awakened energy

Slipping in the space between
stillness and a steadfast flight
unleashing the energy of a lifetime
we set free the fastest current
to flow through into being.
Restless clouds play hide and seek
as we shade our eyes from the blinding light
and settle down to feel the calm
of awakened memory as we drift towards life
reliving the dream captured in a heartbeat.
We fly into the bliss
where goodness fills the coffers
of giving and sharing
the sweetest finds and stories,
we pour them out
filling an ocean deep
to overflow with forces found
in a joyful abundance free,
we hold on to feel the force
of a moment lived fully and completely.

Spaces between space

the flick of a mote drifting
into the nebula of a lost thought
and I sit aware,
so very conscious of the relevance
of time passing in those moments.
Water turns muddy
the passages between where it flows
coagulated and slow like a mind weary
and I scoop and drop by drop try
like rain adding just a bit more to loosen
and allow the dam to burst,
letting the rushing stream become,
yet it stands thick like molasses
cooling in the midnight hour
still never brought to its glory,
to run free and moving swift
so it lay silent
beneath a sun so far away.
Muddled memory reawakened
as the energy moves in reverse,
headlights in the distance passing
and the wind waiting to turn balmy,
we are left in this atmosphere of silence,
cooled and chilled by March that lingers
and in the darkness of night,
the jasmine calls to be honored
beneath a sliver of light,
there is a weight
heavy and cloying reaching out
and tickles the memory of what is now lost,
the empty spaces between space
where laughter sat,
she blooms suddenly after these years as if to say,
remember….always remember
and shine.

2016 NaPoWriMo *Day 1*

Elements of a life

Inside and outside
Find me there
Window of the soul.

Stand behind glass thoughts
Eyes opened to light.

I feel everything
Empath world
Close doors to the pain.

And now, our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!