Seedling to a sapling

 

Born into blinding light,

blinking back tears

from curious eyes,

unaccustomed

to the fierce sight of a

burning sun,

whose fire ignites

the exotic view

of unfamiliar skies.

 

First pangs

in air-filled lungs,

oxygen runs through

bloodstream riverways.

Feeding our organs

the blessed energy needed

to help our bodies run.

The cogs in our minds start to turn,

clockwork thoughts tick along,

not yet fully formed

just the whispered echoes of a song.

 

The journey just begun,

a seedling of being,

planted in the midday sun

to grow

into a sapling.

One day

you'll be a tree

they say,

full of the wisdom of time.

Your bark will tell stories,

each mark a moment of history,

a memento of yesterday.

 

Your leaves will nourish,

songbirds will flourish,

inspiring you

to become your own tree.

In a forest of identical clone

mimicry of what other trees

think a tree should be,

You will stand alone,

proud, tall

Your story never set in stone,

More like a waterway,

going with the ebbs and flows.

There will be winter downfalls,

when the chill of snow

makes if feel

like everything

is slowing to a crawl,

but then the spring sun arrives,

thawing it all.

 

 

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White lilies

 

Sent back to earth

amongst

flourishing white lilies,

to symbolise rebirth.

Cleansed of life's impurities,

to wander

the everlasting fields

of eternity,

full of wonderous sights.

 

Sad eyes cry

over memories.

Reminiscing of stories

forever marked

in the book of time.

A passing of flames

from one smouldering candle,

to a glowing new torch.

Words imparted start to burst forth,

encasing images in new frames.

 

From whence we came,

a universe

of endless possibilities,

tree lined lanes,

beside a sunset seascape,

stretching into infinity.

Free of earthly deficiencies

 

We return again.

as the new torch

burns fiercely,

until its time comes

to illuminate

the next in line,

to kindle their fire

and keep on burning

those everlasting flames.

 

This is the cycle of things,

life briefly sings, burning brightly,

a midday sun in spring,

Rebirth in motion,

the swirling emotions

of the immense oceans

that we can swim within eternally.

 

 

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The silence of the hour

I find a lot of poets

are tied to the moon,

the nightly cycle

of planets circling in solitude

really seems to suit our moods.

During the lateness of the hour,

when life slows down,

there is a unique power,

the air gets charged,

but calmness grows over us

like a blanket of flowers.

Rarely a car

will drive across town,

merely solitary taxis

crossing

the yawning chasm,

the darkness of time.

Betraying the silence of the hour,

then they are forgotten

in a single blink of the eye,

but barely any sound pierces

our contemplation.

Nothing can unstir

the spinning waters

of imagination.

We welcome the solitude, the bliss,

the way words kiss our lips

landing with a fizz.

We have our own unique way

of winding the hands

of the clock around,

until they find the right groove,

like a ticking record player,

begging us to move.

The late night hours,

darkness freckled

with light,

speckles of worlds

we can explore,

when we

open our minds.

Moonbeams showing us

the skyward passageways to fly

until we find worlds of golden shores,

where words

saturate the night.

The words and letters,

mystical symbols

imagery from somewhere

complex but simple,

They rain down

like the most refreshing shower.

Imbuing us with words

of the greatest power.

Inspiring us to witness the subtleness,

of the miniscule,

whilst looking over the vast

galactic pool so full of forevers

that we can feel and touch.

And as we stand by that waterside

we can swirl our own stories into the tide,

creating space inside

for whole new tales to reside.

 

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Shimmering veils

 

There's a place in the late hours

when the clock slows down,

ready to sleep.

Hands tired

from slowly creeping

across the minutes

on perpetual repeat.

 

You can feel the ripples sometimes,

when the dimming veil of twilight

and the shimmering

fantastical countryside,

slowly collide.

Fluid thoughts

that seemingly come

from nowhere at all,

and land in your head

in a startling fall.

 

Sometimes the view gets pierced

and the wonderful wonderland of dreams

starts to ooze

from the freshly

opened wounds,

evaporating

all around the room,

droplets of the finest mist.

You breathe it deeply in,

like your lungs

have been left bereft of oxygen.

Your emotions start to lift,

the walls start to shift and you see

all the intricate melodies

swiftly tickling the air.

 

Feelings are heightened,

the darkness inviting,

shades no longer frightening.

Thoughts and memories

start fighting

to get to the forefront

of your mind,

illuminating the imagination

like a fiery bolt

of lightning.

 

And then it floods

like a torrential downpour,

but the rain is warm,

keeping your mind pure,

taking your flaws

and washing them away.

It is all consuming, but not tiring.

It is soothing, smoothing over

the cracks left so many times before,

so that you can sit and let your thoughts

become a doorway

into a world of lore.

 

 

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