Friday, September 27, 2013

Let Your Bliss Find You

When you looked for it... and never found it... that does not mean it does not exist~


"Let Your Bliss Find You"

A warmth overcame the chill
in the softly lit room.
It was as if , in a subtle  and yet
breathless moment's pause ,
love triumphed over loneliness

The midnight oil flickered
dancing teasingly ~
while the playful flame drew life
from within the contents 
of its awakening sphere
near the drafty window sill

The rocking chair breaks the silence
as it creaks to the rhythm
of the unsteady flash of light ,
bequeathed  by the burning log's cinders

In the silence of the peaceful presence ,
one chunk of green maple sizzles ,
sputtering out into the timbre's pace ;
a short respite of thankful solitude ~

Embers smoldering…
as if they were trapped
in an arresting instant
of purposeful awakening

Just the bad timing of fate
in a human sense ...
In the right place
at the wrong time seeking purpose.

The glow of the fire’s luminosity,
tantalized the back-lit profile ,
painting it’s shadow
on the opposite wall

A dark silhouette exhaled a deep sigh
with the throb of the dark night’s tone
The chair’s bent oak runners groaned
while dove tailed joints squeaked
with an impatient restless tempo

The soul’s aura gave off a soothing ,
peaceful depth of reflection ;
expressions seldom understood
by those unwilling to look beyond
the seemingly obvious colour

Thoughts flashed * * * * *
with the pulse of a beating heart
Day dreams manifest like cinema
on the four walls imprisoning lonliness

Life is a magnificent puzzle
Even well into the long journey 
good things can happen ;
when you've looked for what seems missing ,
even though needed perspective was never found ,
it does not mean it does not exist ...

"Allow faith in the eternal dream never ending"...
Instead of finding your bliss ~
... let your bliss find you …

Harlon Rivers…


...and so it goes
...and so it goes
you're the only one that knows...


Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Spell words that bind together passing strangers






Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Assemble thoughts that fuse those whom are often found alone
Append the goodwill of poetry, bonding individual hearts and minds
Assemble letters to bespeak sincerely, a hope of enkindling some

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
How can you change your mind about what cries love?
Some say it’s not love when your love is unrequited
Spell it another way, so it cannot be dispelled, yet enlightened

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Intertwine warp and weft fabric of understanding uttered phrase
Entwine the threads that weave a poetic tapestry
Unveil the lyrical essence of singular hearts and minds

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Write eloquent sonnets that impassioned hopeful hearts
Betoken words that unite the lost and broken
Muse the alphabet to deliver an amazing grace

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Sense an apocalypse of a beautiful understanding love
Manifest a vivid renaissance of random acts of kindness
Testify, uplifting bemused spirits, bear witness to the love from mountain high

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
Love is amity beyond the bounds of a four letter word
Assemble letters to embrace a sublime affection
The total sum, affinity is the fusion to become one love

Spell words that bind together passing strangers
How can words change your heart about singing love?
Inseparable musical notes fusion within the harmony of song
Spell words that won’t question, “will I ever spell love again?”

Spell it another way so it cannot be misspelled or lost again …



© 2013 ...Harlon Rivers

Notes:   It seems there are those constantly writing about how the word "love" is it over used?
that word means something epic to me ... congratulations to your life if you have found your love epic....
if the hope of love  is overused...it is time for me  away....
I want to be shamelessly in love with love~
Somehow it makes the world more manageable to feel its purpose

Photo by marek-mierzejewski 

Friday, July 26, 2013

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.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

...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

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Oasis


Our precious moments together are an oasis
A place where new beginnings evolve into vivid life...

...a poem by Harlon Rivers




Oasis

Our moments together are an oasis
Respite from this journey’s rocky mile
Alone together in a deserted desert island’s secret garden
Where adoring affections
paint the depth of a picturesque
beheld warmth of sweetest tenderness

Hearts and minds impassioned harmony’s opus
Surrendering to love’s enchanting flows
Enlightened by conscious oneness
Yielding to the repose of a silent starlit bay’s twilight halo
Swirling Moon beams dance around like the falling stars ballet
As effervescent currents eddiy in a radiant sky’s afterglow

The blending of connected souls
kindle love’s shimmering light
Love’s tower of strength is euphoric refuge
Shelter from life’s perfect storms
Intimacy surrendered slowly is a soothing sanctuary
Unchained healing in two minds

Happenstance is not an illusion
Turning dark memories’ shadows into light
Illuminating compassionate understanding
Solitude’s allure can leave stars in one’s eyes
Our precious moments together are an oasis
A place were new beginnings evolve into vivid life...


© 2012 Harlon Rivers 

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Summer solstice moon... 6. 21. 2013


'when you know there is more to life ... for awe sake' 

Waxing Gibbous 12 day(s) old



' in the beginning First Quarter Moon'

 6 day(s) old