The Whole Moon was Pining…

The Whole Moon was Pining...

I.

The full moon’s beams couldn't shine through the haze
when you mask your emotive sensibilities
cloaked behind your veiled penchants
The dappled moon’s gleam
illuminates thy nimbus view
beneath her muddled light,
where whispering moonbeams
illumine from behind and through
the shrouded luminescent night aglow

II.

When you wish a wish upon a twinkling star
ne’er revoke the wish, nary a dream denied undreamt,
after the coin was thrown beyond the mystical bounds
Exhaled from the umbrage of the silence,
a murmured sigh ricocheted from distant realms afar,
under befuddled breathe obscured by the notion;
ne’er a second thought of conscious opine
exhaled in this sullen moment of veiled aches,
yet unnoticed, the olive branches sip quietly from beside the ink well

III.

Disavowed dreams stealing away into befogged thought,
some kind of madness, like the tangerine sunset
recanted by the conflicted twilight azure
The cracks in broken hearts and dreams
are where the resplendent bursting moon’s fetter
enkindles a natural vernal verve
Oh! her magical incandescent waterfall of grandeur
washes over me, basking in this illuminating moment,
bathing in Luna’s enchanting healing balm...

© Harlon Rivers ...July. 2013    …Full Moon 16 day(s) old

authors notes: This was an experience (!)

Being a moon monger, "where there is a will there is a way"…

Written Tuesday night under full moon, with ink and paper
and brought to a red brick and mortar library world.
First time ever to a library for online access became a narrative of it own saved and published at "Word Whisperer" poetry blog, in another live library moment...

...totally unplanned and spontaneous but needed a spell check
from real ink words...to be entered into the digital box...

...but now is the needed time to requite the whole & full moon’s fetter.

...under the flight path

...perception...sitting in my red solo Adirondack chair at sunset,
watching the comings and the goings beyond the hummingbird's and dragon flies' whir.
...thinking about those first steps someone once said … lead to
them journeys of a thousand miles~ aka “sittin here on my ass in limbo”

...under the flight path

contrails float by at a snail's crawl

once carried the weight beyond afar

white cotton candy becoming unspun..

unwinding, unfolding, floating magically

like a butterfly’s bon voyage…

fluttering felicity glides with

sunhair dafts the fickle spindrift breeze

dandelion's drift seeds flight

to be sewn in distant horizons

my seed beneath up, up and away

disperse floating fluffy parachutes

delicate pink pearlescent textures awakened~

pink moon … oh! pink moon rise and shine

oh! pink moon come hither my heart

purr as soft as tufted intimate touch

whisper softly aneath

sky’s wispy pink cirrus azure

© 2013 ... harlon rivers

"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

The Melody of a Moment

Sometimes the melody of the moment

has an extremely vague and illicit tone

Distressing sibilance, confusing

the harmonics of the song

Idle time passes and yet circles

the same familiar beginning point

as if frozen, never bending the slightest note

as time slips past without notice

Surrendering to unresolved

pondering wonderment

Accepting natural forgone conclusions

seems like the only

likely option at hand

Although, surrendering in this moment

would feel like the music died

Knowing I have passed

this definitive point repeatedly,

while believing it resembles

an identical lost beginning,

implies an ambiguous ending

as unprovoked thoughts

elicit hazy illusions

of a past moment’s memory

I’ll never learn to comprehend

those cryptic messages

believed to vaguely exist

somewhere in-between the lyrics' lines

of written understanding

Ill-conceived misunderstanding

The chimera of silent reverie 

Each time I pass this way

I’ll always wish I still knew you 

I’ll always hold out hope 

for your awakened understanding

I hear elements of your heart's song

interwoven within broken dreams

of what could have been

harmonic musical reality…

© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

A Broken Moon

A Broken Moon

Stars fall from the sky

as incandescent Moon dust

radiates from the glowing heavens

The brokenhearted moon

wept whispers exhaled
purge effervescent moonbeams

Teardrops sparkle

 like shooting stars,

fading into the twilight

Not all the stars

will fall from the sky

in Luna's tempest storm

Take note of your heart

Love more in a leap of faith

Listen to love steal away over doubts

To shine it’s light ~

Rekindling luminosity in the shadows

of a broken moon …

Harlon Rivers…December 20th, 2012

Shine On

The poem was inspired by a profoundly enlightening human being...a gift from Abba 

...far brighter than these words could ever express...

Shine on my bright light...

Shine On...

 Shining with the effervescence of an eruption on the sun,

The Essence of her heart of soul glows brilliantly into the universe.

There has been every possible human raison d'être

To ebb her inherent spiritual soul shine

Compassion weeps from inspiration’s brilliance,

As if it were a shower of solar wind and rain

Energizing her ethereal poignant ambiance

Sun flow seems to shower down from the starry sky,

Igniting an emotional air of flooding bright light

From the aura of this angel of mercy

No Sun’s Moon could eclipse the luminosity of her being.

A spiritual radiance from another enchanting realm

Transcends all illumination

Heightening each intertwined plateau of her true nature

As destiny’s tangled and knotted roots embed

Into the oneness of indivisible unity

Surrendering willingly to love’s spontaneous flow

While yielding without resistance in a destined leap of faith

Trusting glowing feelings of an ardent free spirit

Blissful singing overwhelms me

The glistening aurora awakened a vibrant symphony of hearts

Enlightening the adoring moment,

Vividly a bird serenely sang …

“My moon… there is so much more to love than we see”~

December 8^th, 2012…Harlon Rivers

Many Moons Pass...

many moons have come and gone

since the thought even crossed my mind

so many rivers have been crossed,

on this long and winding road

we've been walking on.

there were times when bridges were burning,

others ... swimming in breath taking turbulence,

to unknown shorelines

throwing caution like a child of the wind

flying like a feather with the breeze in a leap of faith~

hopefully crossing muddy waters

while trying to find the brighter side of darkness.

some things we learn so slow

...there comes a time…

… when there is needed time

for building bridges

to other hopeful respite

never intending to fall in love again

and yet believing that nothing is inevitable.

if love is the purpose of this journey

giving love is asking for nothing in return

surrendering to an undeniable,

preordained destiny...

Harlon Rivers December 5th, 2012

Vocal Chimera

... understand this moment has come to just write what you feel… don’t ever let anyone say what you believe you feel is wrong ~

... calling out my name

from the far off distance,

an enchanting  tone of voice

came to me in a dream ...

what if I was heard from another realm?

my soul screaming 

into the silence of the night?

... answering just wouldn't matter

when there is no one listening …

... awakened …

by a throaty voice

breaking the silence of slumber

... quietly standing tall

unable to escape from a dream

that’s already come and gone …

... believing in something hard enough

does not make it true

ignorance of some portion of the truth

only makes you slightly aware

no matter how crystal clear

the vivid truth becomes…

whether you are taking

the placebo or the medication

... perception heals all wounds

answering rhetorical questions out loud

left me alone at dawn

stranded like a black sheep

banished from the fold …

... questions aren't really questions

when the answers are already known

misunderstanding the literal

erroneously innocent out of unawareness

seems like getting lost
taking the wrong road home ...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers