[mo...] Posted December 4, 2018 Share Posted December 4, 2018 Here are two poems that I wrote to help me cope during this terrible suffering. The first was when I was in the midst of severe depression. It helped me to connect with myself since DR and DP are with me constantly. The second poem is about an experience I had with nature while going on my daily walk. I've always had sort of a connection with nature. This expresses my awareness of a higher power or Spirit that is helping me get through this. I appreciate this opportunity to share myself in this way. And, perhaps, someone will benefit a little... Mowgli Suffering I stand before myself; tears flowing so freely, the pain reaches new depths. I am reaching out my hand to touch the warm and kind rivers of peace that you promised me. So close to wanting this life to finally cease; to letting this pain define my urgent, sad, longing heart, I need your help to continue. I am broken beyond belief -- searching for reasons in the breath of these moments to keep my sweet, striving self simply breathing in your name. Collect me. Contain me. Lead me to your comfort. It is truly my wish to survive this. Help me to recall the joy; the belief that I am all I should be; all that's certain and hopeful in this space of so much suffering. I have earned the gifts of contentment; fought so many battles of confusion and doubt, I believe it is truly time for my healing. Let it be so. Let it be so... THE WALK You lifted my face to your sky eyes, and there was such a vast beauty and brilliance in your light. You paraded your treely strength and majesty before me from the depths of your determined earth through clouds and sunshine grounding me at my striving roots. You touched me with the green arms and firm hands of an upright, growing, kind messenger of rebirth, Such glorious variety; such carefully planned growth; uniqueness as with myself; my eyes delighting at every step. And, yes, uniqueness as with myself as we proclaim our calm existence together. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 So beautiful. Thank you. I had something like this a ways back, but I haven’t felt like writing much as of late. I’ll contribute what I previously wrote. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 Ten years of colors muted in sunrises Ten years in the shadow of my true self I remember the vibrant red of Love I recall the Summer warmth of orange And the lavender brushed like harvest fields Now my children’s faces are those lost sunrises But the world’s color, not gone, but washed Faded rainbows and light in the beauty of eyes I have been imprisoned by poison in pills I have been robbed of memories never made But my words are vessels with hope in their hulls They are still attached to the bright spectrum And the words themselves attached to today And thousands of tomorrows with new sunrises The full hue of each horizon’s beautiful emotions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 My daughters wanted me to write them something, so I wrote a few lines this morning. Lily Misty Morning I know you want the Sun Want it to break through Want it to dry dew from the grass Your sweet tears collected Upon the living green spears Of the solid Earth beneath your feet The Sun will come It will come for us both With time and perseverance It will shine all around And it will warm our backs And it will shine our hair And it will give us new color Until then I know the mist Falling upon my cheek is a kiss I know your silence toward me Is not emptiness but containment I know that you are filled with Love But that you cannot pour it like rain Like a desert I accept you lovingly What you have to give is all I need Though I have my own struggles You are like the cactus flower Painted the most splendid colors Large and beautiful in the thorns Lori Morning Lori How we laughed and smiled When you so youthfully said That this was your flower How wrong we were in our mirth And how right you turned out to be Every day you greet the world A wonder and freshness unfolds Color and scent you give freely On gray days you open longer Giving more of yourself to needs That turn you in the obscured Sun And in the darkness you close Wisely protecting yourself So that you can unfold again When the light beckons Opening petals to some newness Uncertain, bravely, come what may High you have recently climbed I see you around me and above me Growing upon Life’s arch Like the one straddling the sidewalk When you were small but wise And upon which my Love also clings Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 Sandcastles If not for you I might wash away If not for you sturdy, caring dunes Anchored by intertwined roots and vines Survivors of storming wind and water I might quickly recede into the surf Together our hands build the outer walls The moats, the towers, and the keep That the rising morning tide seeks to claim The erosion of each wave some bit of life Lost to the rolling backwash and breakers But each night you come to help rebuild Our castle of sand reshaped and reformed Grains of wisdom patted down firmly Each night, each week, each month and year Until we ourselves are fortresses in the dunes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 It’s a long way and it is dark and narrow But I’m standing here at the tunnel’s end Don’t you see me in the dappled sunlight? The leaves of trees cast small shadows But walk with me further atop the rail lines And the track opens to clear, fathomless blue Can you hear me calling through the echoes? Over the sound of sliding ballast as you step? Over train whistles still lingering in your ears? Talk to me, I understand some of your words The rest I will hear as a slave’s hymn hummed For I know it is all a hopeful song of freedom Do you fear the long black line you travel? If so, remember it was built with confidence The mountain is stronger than you believe One careful, patient step after another Time is of no essence, I will wait for you Wait until our fingers intertwine under this arch Who else better than you awaits the years of me? Who else will hunger so for the fullness of life? The sweetness of ripened fruit will not be lost to you And wind in flowing hair will be as deep breaths You will emerge from underground a cool spring And, together, we will swim your beautiful current Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 For Valentine’s Day: Climb the long chain of stairs with me To the top of the mountain with the ravine below Where our breath becomes visible in cool air Dissipating like the winding down of a day And repeated as a deep and strong exhalation Of thankfulness to wake beside you in morning Share with me words both sweet and erotic Let our lips mingle and taste that salted caramel For a moment is as much worth as a month And a memory as much as years to a lifetime Have you wondered what a second can bring? Death, life and love, all enshrouded instants. But I am not endeared to pulses alone In between there is constant and silent flow And in that current are carried beautiful lives Unending melodic duets sung harmoniously Decades of shared tinder for laughter and smiles Generations of empathetic tears in spreading rain And when our hands are curled with age and pain The home of touching fingers will bring relief On park benches we will lean our heads together Fulfilled with sunsets and with lovers and children And on the day when pulse and flow cease in one Bread will be broken but flavor will remain whole Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 Walking up and out from the deep ravine The forceful sound of steps grinding granite Not far removed from night’s clenched teeth Or from twisting grips upon the walking stick The path adorned with cacti and lechuguilla And in the shadow of time grown to mountains Yet across there is sun on the youthful slope The desert flowers in yellow, red, and purple I remember the ease and beauty of leisure The multitude of crushed stone walkways Leading freely wherever, for I had many hours But turning, the light is but a line along the ridge I must climb, I must be careful but deliberate I must rest and catch my breath when needed I must remember broken rocks hide footsteps That travelers with no greater constitutions Scaled the summit, even if they slid at times And the desert flower colors were in their skies But mostly I know that you are there waiting In a tent with the aroma of your life’s perfume That the hard and piercing ground at my back Will be lost to the loving softness of your flesh And words will fall upon me like rain on the roof And kisses will settle gently on my lips like snow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 5, 2018 Share Posted December 5, 2018 My spiritual poem (though truthfully they are all that) What can I say of that minute, that singular Fire? How to tell of everything but Love burned away? Of the oneness of time and space with the Soul? And of ashes of universes breathed into a Soul? And melded with the Soul and exhaled into place? Something unbroken exists, but senses deceive My contracting and expanding chest chants Sings that I am a process of air, not a part within My stature, a child and tree of sun, soil, and water The Fire may not visit again, but I remember A spinning circle of children singing and laughing But the clasped hands detach and they gently fall And in time the innocence breaks into individuals Who forget the ring’s tight grip in favor of illusion That there is a self in this world, alone and apart We became me and roundness became angles And each learned to think in fragmented thought Shards of an abstraction that can only separate Division being the mother of conflict and hatred Birthing cries of war’s dying and famine’s hunger The unification of the Fire will not fall upon us all But eyes can open and ears can begin to hear That Mother Earth is being crucified by the ego That spikes can be removed and wounds tended And that hands can join and circles be reconnected Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted December 6, 2018 Author Share Posted December 6, 2018 Benzo3, Thank you for sharing your incredibly beautiful poetry. I'd like to make a few comments about it. Your first poem is so sadly beautiful, I felt your pain. From the poem "Lily", a couple of my favorite lines are "Your sweet tears collected Upon the living green spears Of the solid Earth beneath your feet" I also liked, "Until then I know the mist Falling upon my cheek is a kiss" In "Lori", "On gray days you open yourself longer Giving more of yourself to needs That turn you in the obscured Sun" "Sandcastles" -- All I can say is "YES" Your spiritual poem is so inspiring and I DO agree all of your poetry is spiritual. Thank you again for responding. I hope you are healing well and let me share more of your poetry as you continue to write. Mowgli Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 6, 2018 Share Posted December 6, 2018 Mowgli, thank you so much! I was concerned that I hijacked your thread, but my intent was to perhaps see your post flourish. Glad that you are tapering now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 6, 2018 Share Posted December 6, 2018 From “Suffering”, I particularly like this, as I can envision the beautiful feel of waters moving across my hand, winnowing away pain. I am reaching out my hand to touch the warm and kind rivers of peace that you promised me. From “The Walk”, I loved this. Sounds like Whitman. You touched me with the green arms and firm hands of an upright, growing, kind messenger of rebirth, Such glorious variety; such carefully planned growth; uniqueness as with myself; my eyes delighting at every step. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Va...] Posted December 6, 2018 Share Posted December 6, 2018 I don't do it for a distraction but sometimes I write haiku: Screened among verdant perches Anna’s hummingbirds, between songs... sip nectar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Ma...] Posted December 7, 2018 Share Posted December 7, 2018 Sandcastles If not for you I might wash away If not for you sturdy, caring dunes Anchored by intertwined roots and vines Survivors of storming wind and water I might quickly recede into the surf Together our hands build the outer walls The moats, the towers, and the keep That the rising morning tide seeks to claim The erosion of each wave some bit of life Lost to the rolling backwash and breakers But each night you come to help rebuild Our castle of sand reshaped and reformed Grains of wisdom patted down firmly Each night, each week, each month and year Until we ourselves are fortresses in the dunes Oh wow. That is so wonderful. And English is not my mothertongue..but this hit me with such a power.. thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Pe...] Posted December 7, 2018 Share Posted December 7, 2018 These are very good. Here’s one I made up when I was going through the worst of it years ago: Alien demon hell world This other dimension that knows no light Fighting alone in a sea of darkness and terror My light will burn bright I will survive Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[of...] Posted December 7, 2018 Share Posted December 7, 2018 Just beautiful Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Ma...] Posted December 7, 2018 Share Posted December 7, 2018 These are very good. Here’s one I made up when I was going through the worst of it years ago: Alien demon hell world This other dimension that knows no light Fighting alone in a sea of darkness and terror My light will burn bright I will survive thats so nice. Could be said in a movie.. very intense. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 7, 2018 Share Posted December 7, 2018 These are very good. Here’s one I made up when I was going through the worst of it years ago: Alien demon hell world This other dimension that knows no light Fighting alone in a sea of darkness and terror My light will burn bright I will survive I like this very much. It speaks with power yet words are few, the way we often find ourselves trying to describe what we go through and the hope of recovery. We state its power but often we must be brief for a myriad of reasons. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[mo...] Posted December 7, 2018 Author Share Posted December 7, 2018 Benzo3, Thank you so much for your kind comments about my poems...Hey, I noticed you like "Nightnoise". They are one of my favorites. Right now "The Swan" plays in my head when I'm not playing it out loud. Their music is so inspiring. Sometimes it inspires me to write poetry. Have you tried Peter Kater & R. Carlos Nakai? Truly healing music... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[wa...] Posted December 10, 2018 Share Posted December 10, 2018 Walking up and out from the deep ravine The forceful sound of steps grinding granite Not far removed from night’s clenched teeth Or from twisting grips upon the walking stick The path adorned with cacti and lechuguilla And in the shadow of time grown to mountains Yet across there is sun on the youthful slope The desert flowers in yellow, red, and purple I remember the ease and beauty of leisure The multitude of crushed stone walkways Leading freely wherever, for I had many hours But turning, the light is but a line along the ridge I must climb, I must be careful but deliberate I must rest and catch my breath when needed I must remember broken rocks hide footsteps That travelers with no greater constitutions Scaled the summit, even if they slid at times And the desert flower colors were in their skies But mostly I know that you are there waiting In a tent with the aroma of your life’s perfume That the hard and piercing ground at my back Will be lost to the loving softness of your flesh And words will fall upon me like rain on the roof And kisses will settle gently on my lips like snow So good I had to read it twice! Reminds me of Mary Oliver! Have you submitted this anywhere? (Sorry if that's nosy.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 17, 2018 Share Posted December 17, 2018 Benzo3, Thank you so much for your kind comments about my poems...Hey, I noticed you like "Nightnoise". They are one of my favorites. Right now "The Swan" plays in my head when I'm not playing it out loud. Their music is so inspiring. Sometimes it inspires me to write poetry. Have you tried Peter Kater & R. Carlos Nakai? Truly healing music... I wish I could claim that I am a fan, but I just know them from that one Christmas song. Nonetheless, I love the lead singer's voice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 17, 2018 Share Posted December 17, 2018 Walking up and out from the deep ravine The forceful sound of steps grinding granite Not far removed from night’s clenched teeth Or from twisting grips upon the walking stick The path adorned with cacti and lechuguilla And in the shadow of time grown to mountains Yet across there is sun on the youthful slope The desert flowers in yellow, red, and purple I remember the ease and beauty of leisure The multitude of crushed stone walkways Leading freely wherever, for I had many hours But turning, the light is but a line along the ridge I must climb, I must be careful but deliberate I must rest and catch my breath when needed I must remember broken rocks hide footsteps That travelers with no greater constitutions Scaled the summit, even if they slid at times And the desert flower colors were in their skies But mostly I know that you are there waiting In a tent with the aroma of your life’s perfume That the hard and piercing ground at my back Will be lost to the loving softness of your flesh And words will fall upon me like rain on the roof And kisses will settle gently on my lips like snow So good I had to read it twice! Reminds me of Mary Oliver! Have you submitted this anywhere? (Sorry if that's nosy.) No, I haven't, but thank you. I felt the welling up of tears at your comment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
[Be...] Posted December 19, 2018 Share Posted December 19, 2018 My hand is drawn down upon the blade of a saw The cut of each tooth some painful week or month Descending out of Hell to some freedom below Unknown, unforeseeable, only the promise of light Toward this, I, an escaping slave, move bravely forward The cold steel is marked with the crossing of red rivulets And from these drip unborn moments and memories But then a whisper from the marrow within my bones Lover, I am making for us new moments and memories And times spilled shall one day become times savored I peer down and gaze upon the palm of my hand The line of life so freshly wounded it obscures much But leading to it a hatching of thin scabs and scars Each a testament to healing and the intelligent body And life’s line stretching widely beyond severed skin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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