Seven score and fifteen
Since the day
Dared to reclaim
Blindfold fell away
The world is a scarier place
Yet wide, vast as the sky
When pulling opinions
Down from on high
Meeting all the faces
Damp lit street and dark
Being one with them
Hitting the mark
All the things refrain
Are real for us
All of life
Abounds in us
Are we alone
Divided by love
Of mythical tree
A new year's eve
Glorious garden grows
Its beauty renewed
Breathtaking view
for Lili
No other way to be
Let it all out
Circumambient sweet
No need to fight it
Grown in goodness
From a seed
Abundance for me
Surreal reality
Let it be
Who decides when to leave or stay?
Presence is a twist of fate
A state of mind
A lovers' debate
Soaking in all the senses
A lifetime of inspiration
Absorbed in the space
of a day
Words cannot describe
the affect on body and mind
But if you wish me to
I will try
Some choose to Live and let die Watch a mother cry Hear an old man grieve Turn a cold hand, leave Avoid another vow Furrows in the brow Take another's toil Feed the ego, spoil Eternally asking Am I one or the other? Do I love? Do I bother?
Melancholy
Buoyed by day
Slipping into
Doldrums
Deliberating
Present filled
Future genie
Mementos gleaming
Particles of light
Fall upon me
Waking me
From a dream
With love
Rain on a tin roof White noise soothing Muddled mind To dream Each drop echoes A different sound Like a typewriter of Make believe Writing novellas Words unspoken Moves a token Gesture of love Sounds identify Life unbounded Connect to world Eden above Cherishing dark blue Burning midnight oil Happiness toil Space beside With you
Look into my face, can you see?
The sketches of my past
smiles and frowns etched with age
marks of honor, sun-baked.
Look into my eyes, can you see?
A reflection of yourself?
Glinting shadows sparkle and fade
To soften the hard edge life of late
Read between the lines of living
on the cusp of heaven, grow wings.
Ease, peace, please, appease.
Muster courage, move to light
Hand holding tight.
Look into my face, can you see
You?
Photo credit: Swiss Alps by Ilze Haynes (C) 2019
The feathered bird flips lightly on the low bough and peers
Suspiciously at fronds of smoke waving past his ears
Roundly Red and pale Peach bellies, proudly hide and seek
Circling hoard of humans who visit once a week
Curiously they walk below, felling trunks, digging peat
Bouncing round the fire waving sticks with things to eat
Harmlessly they shape our wood into a tiny home
A private nest, motionless, watching while Red roams.
We may lay and rise to meet
Expel desire to compete
Friends and strangers’ hearth for feet
Tread the path discreet
Fruit borne plentiful and sweet
Eyes of silence wide asleep
Pierce the mocking vine deceit
Thistle blister seat
Longing not for pride or place
Passion forbade saving face
Hope in holy open space
Gentle saving grace
Poem and Featured Image of Ellendale, Tasmania by Lisa J. Haynes (C) 2018
Image of ruins near Ross, Tasmania – Mercury Newspaper.
Count the stars of heaven 