Off center frontier

We move in and out
Trying to catch moments
Like butterflies in nets,
fliting from here to there
watching minutes move
off of center
but still as good
clouds gift us with the freedom
of visibility.
The whimsy of what we witness
bystanders in a stand by moon orbit,
cheshire cats smile
behind paper glasses,
or a piece of cheesy pasta
hanging magically in the sky,
and now slipping past
a cookie with a small bite missing
as the shadow lingers before
becoming magically whole once more,
we tuck our glasses
into breast pockets
saving for the seven year itch
to travel back to yesterdays lands
in totality to see
new and exciting angles
from this little blue ball
we call home.

We did not have a full eclipse here in sunny Florida, and I think I may have gotten a little sunburn, ha….hence the in and out to catch glimpses. So very cool and saving the paper glasses for 2024. Gotta remember where I put them….I’ll let you know then. ๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ‘

Higher Love (a duet)

Slipping through,
Behind me I sense you
A daily taunt, a tease…
As the tides rise at your command
I watch smitten…..

When today decides to marry
A new day, a dark veil descends
I relay, rather, reflect
The best you choose to give
The light, from your form
Brings me to their attention
Hides my darkness
As I orbit around their home…

I wake from a moving slumber
Feeling your cold cool loveliness caress
As you cover me like a glowing glove
My blush rises from behind
Radiating the warmth
As I burn through this space
Glancing as I watch you
Proud and silently slipping away….

… Slipping away,
Or so it seems, to them
For departing, means arriving
On the opposite side
Of this terrestrial plain
Time consciousness on infinity,
Never missing a beat, consistently
Gracing us with that light you,
In the simplest form,
Shine persistently.

I wait for you
Like a reflection in the mirror
I know you are there
Essences of my favorite shades,
We work the line
Invisible and steady
Knowing the cord reaches unseen
I am tied to you
And you to me
Eternally.

My friend and fellow blogger Michael from Original Dante and I have come together to create a cosmic love duet between the sun and the moon. As the timing is right, the full moon hanging about often this week in the presence of the sun, we were delighted to find the words that just seemed to be flowing perfectly. We have similar styles and I am so excited to have been able to create with a poet who I’ve always considered a master at his craft. I began the poem with Michaels verse to follow, etc…. Please stop by Michaels site and say hello, have a look around and enjoy his impressive writing.

https://originaldante.wordpress.com

 

Hollow dreams and the loss of words

Through candle lit nights
moon came calling to her soul
whispering secrets,
stories untold.
As gentle winds blew
through the cage she had known
as home for too many years
she could no longer remember
a time when it wasn’t
this way.
Pouring ink from veins of plastic
shavings of pencils strewn
on wooden floors
in the darkness she let rivers flow
drop by drop onto the parchment
that had become her friend.

She came in the light
of a hot August summer sun,
the thief of magic
the liar of sincerity
and one by one lifting
the lined soul pages stacked,
slipped quietly away
back to her world of darkness.
She had not known the worth
of the dreams she held rolled in her hand
letting go in the wind
losing the precious gift
to the fields beyond.

The shell lay hollow and empty
no more dreams to give
no more words to pen,
life moved on as life always did
as the strands upon her head
turned grey like the rain
and the moments that had lived
now lay a whispered memory
and she is empty
yet she knows that someday
the words will return
to be gifted to the young and pure,
kept safe from the hands
of the thief of the soul,
caged in her memory
the words only she can see,
the stories only she can tell.

After reading a beautiful piece of poetry on stories, it brought back memories to me of my mother. When I was child, she would stay up late at night and write out all the wonderful stories she created in her mind for me to read. One day the neighbor girl stole them from me and said she didn’t know where they went to. I don’t remember my mother ever writing the stories down after that. She spun such magic and still does, just not putting pen to paper. Stories that will fade away except in a child’s memory.

5 day photo/story challenge
Laine from over at From Midnight To Dawnlight challenged me to this and I gladly accepted. Here is one of her lovely pieces from when she did the challenge. Stop in and say Hi.
http://frommidnighttodawnlight.com/2015/09/22/memoir-ghost-towers/

Guidelines:
Post a picture each day for five consecutive days. Attach a story to accompany
*can be fiction / non-fiction
*poem / short paragraph
*each day nominate another blogger

Today I nominate a new poetry writing blogger who found me: Gwenice over at the chaser of dreams. Stop in and say hello and explore her lovely poetry.
https://thechaserofdreams.wordpress.com/2015/09/20/numb/ and I also extend an open invitation to all the amazing writers who follow this blog.

*Sporadic posting is alright if you are unable to post each day. There is no obligation to accept this challenge, and I will understand completely if you choose not to take part.