'when you know there is more to life ... for awe sake'
Waxing Gibbous 12 day(s) old
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
"for awe sake" ...
honeysuckle holistic essence
the mirror sees the colour caveat
through and beyond all it reflects
vivid visual sensation
beyond light and shade
palettes to change hue
breadth in timbre changing tone
an intricate tapestry
entwined roots nuance
wrapped around aspect
bursting forth of awe...
verve in rapture
spills pigment into each dawn’s colour,
each bud blooming, each breath...
bursting forth essence...
spew, splatter, gush, ooze panache
we have a responsibility to awe...
Release spirit out for awe sake
© 2O13 ...Harlon Rivers
Thursday, June 13, 2013
..".The Azure Violin"
...The Azure Violin
The violin’s azure strings wept softly
from inside of the mind made cell;
musical echoes lamenting
a whole too vast to fill
each and all silenced reverie,
leaving the philosopher’s stone unthrown
Blue guitar minor chord changes,
bent notes phrasing sharps and flats ;
memories gently weeping confirmation
repressed flow of soul silently leaks out
The spirit's currents eddy ;
suffused within spoken verve ,
purging streams overflowing ,
an alchemist’s soul unfurled...
© Harlon Rivers
6.12.2013... journal entry:
"an unexpected perfect storm & bluebirds"
A musician with a wounded wing ...
trying to find the strength to fly.
Nothing fills the void left behind
when we lose an invisible,
indivisible, irreplaceable thread
that binds the tapestry of our lives...
I started playing a guitar when I was 5 and now I have been unable to play in 15 months…but one winged writing has finally turned into 2. I am blessed to( feel/be) mostly whole. Sometimes change can happen so quickly we don’t even notice ... and yet accepting change is a slow process…
"four walls are a prison somedays"…
Writing a poem, while pacing this emotional cage, has me thinking about a quote from one of my favorite movies
...from Shawshank Redemption; Red: [narrating] "I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone."
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Waxing Crescent Moon
Waxing Crescent Moon
There was a pause in the late night.
Coyote beckoned the moon's faint whispering beams
lamenting her light’s shine full and bright
Now waxing crescent afresh
winks with each passing cloud ,
as if to promise lightly
the shine of a new awaited dawn .
Rooster’s foreboding crow
echoes from the rolling vista ,
ricochets heard the awakening report ,
held breath does not stop a pounding heart
I watched the spider’s
tight wire walk a mile ,
cherry wood poster spanning cherry wood poster,
knowing it is possible to cross
an unknown distance between .
Silk thread drifts aneath the ceiling fan waft ...
floating, falling, tickling forgotten desires
feeling the whispers murmured ;
breathe out heavily
first touch sigh,
... dreaming of sleeping amidst
her fragrant petals
embracing a blossoming rose …
© 2013...Harlon Rivers
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