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.

"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 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."

Under The Moonlit Night

Under the Moonlit Night

The enchantment of the moonlit night

has a thousand eyes naturally aglow

Wild Irises glisten from within the impractical magic

The laughing owls pass midnight

basking in the illusions of their shadows,

echoing their crystal clear reverie through the trees

~

Nature gently sways in the swirling tempest breeze

drawing a shower of moon beams down

from far beyond the cosmic grandeur

Wisps of the slumbering sky unfurl

teardrops drunk by earth’s sod

Nocturnal rhythm's acoustical wings

softly chirp a bashful courting song

~

Laughter rings out blissfully alight

As if it were a joyful song of the wind

Mother Nature swings gracefully to and fro

Her leafy willow’s arms bend ardently

as she groans and moans from her silent toil

Passionately bearing the weight

of the celestial light's load

~

Moonlight moves across the shadows

unveiling an adoring love born beneath the trees

Two shadows emerge as one

from deep inside the secrets kept by the sleeping wilds

Reborn like enlightened life under the starlit night

transformed by a moment’s mystical magic

within the enchanting forest yesternight ...

©  2012~2013 … Harlon Rivers  …All Rights Reserved

Authors note:  Since some of my narrative prose poems get lengthy, I am taking shorter parts out in part and tweaking to become stand alone work...This was taken from "Enchanted Wilderness" written months ago...

Secret Place

Secret Place

There is a secret place you go
where no one can follow
A place to get what you want
but not what you need
 

Not knowing when you’re going
isn't like being left behind
It’s a place where only you
know what you’ll find
 

Sometimes when we’re together
you’re not near me
Sometimes there is a place
without me you’d rather be
 

Every time I think I've found
your heart’s magic labyrinth
There’s a light in your eyes that shines
from a secret place I can’t see
 

Your eyes glisten with the depth
of your spirit’s understanding
Trying to go there with you
has got me flying blind
 

I’ll just stay here watching
the river of time flow by quietly
Waiting patiently for your presence
to feel back at home with mine …
 

© Harlon Rivers ... February 17th, 2013