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Very happy to be posting my last week of offerings in respect of NaPoWriMo 2017; it has been a pleasure sharing and of course an even greater pleasure reading all the very inspirational poems from my fellow poets. It has been a great event once again 🙂

 

April 24th

Secrets lost in time
Standing steadfast on the shores
Hidden in plain sight

No name on this cross
History and truth erased
Knowledge in silence…

 

April 25th

Tales written in stone
Stories inscribed within trees
Encoded in time

 

April 26th

Dancing in the green of the land

And revelling in the seduction of one’s senses

As the fecundity of being becomes an intimacy

Transcending physical space

Relishing life’s purpose laid bare

Upon the tracing board of time

Knowing our geometry was duly mapped by

A greater architect

Accepting what is

Allowing the weave of design and destiny

To track its eager fingers upon our hearts

Over every contour of its pre-planned route

Let life come as a secret lover upon the stairs

Allow each creak and hesitation

To heighten all senses

Dance in the delight of the becoming

Tread not lightly when the flowing sands of time

Shatter into a myriad of broken shards

Reflecting perceptions of identity

That sparkle in the dawn

Dance in life’s ecstasy with all of your being

And care not when the clock strikes midnight

For in the intimacy of your becoming

You will at last let go

 

April 27th

By the great sun’s wheel

We are mapped from birth to death

Yet what lies beyond?


April 28th

Colour’s spectrum reigns

Under the great rainbow arch

Love and Light are we

 

April 29th

Inspired by a waymarker in a churchyard upon Exmoor; a place that has so many tales to tell…

A solitary waymarker stands tall upon the ground
A tick upon the land.
No blood
No sign of any struggle
Not now.
A body long ago hunted down and burned
Ashes scattered to the winds
On a wild and desolate moor.
Not for the likes of her
The serenity of a consecrated graveyard.
Not for the likes of her
The dignity of remembrance.
Not for the likes of her
A beautiful epitaph carved in stone.
All she did was fall in love.
Surrender her heart and soul
To one who loved her back.
All she did was fall in love.
To love wildly with all her heart.
All she did was fall in love
With the passion of all her being.
All she did was fall in love
With an immortal.
All she did was
Allow him to love her back
And kiss him on that dark and stormy night
In that desolate graveyard
Way up there upon the moors.
All she did was allow the boundaries of her humanity
To stretch henceforth into eternity.
It was all she did
She fell in love…..

Some nights when wandering up there on the moors
One can almost catch the movement of shadows
Out of the corner of one’s eyes.
One can almost imagine in the darkness
The waymarker with the sturdy gorse bush still growing at its foot
On the otherwise patch of dry lifeless earth
Where nothing else will grow.
And if one was to imagine
Sinking down upon one’s hands and knees
Under the waymarker
Up there on the moors.
And imaging scraping away at the parched black earth where nothing lives.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Uncovering an old and crumbling piece of wood
Tossed away in haste
A trusting heart pierced.
One could almost imagine
Almost
Whilst up there on the moors….

 

April 30th

Limelight’s tricks and twists

A demon in jester’s robes

Life takes a dark bow…

 

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NapPoWriMo 2017

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

Sacred Words

One never hungers

At the altar

Of the written word

Words and thoughts

Pray for release

To be eternally recorded

Scribed into history

Time lost in scribblings and writings

Whole days devoured by time

Vast worlds of illumination

Unending

Is it a real world?

You ask

But it is my world

And as real to me

As yours to you

I the creator

Of a world of words

A living sacrament

Bleeding on to virgin white

Drip…drip…drip

Words that drip like life-blood

Upon my thirsty soul

A constant flow

Upon my life

Sacred offerings

To my sanity

My lifeline

My flow of love

Within my life

I am blessed

April 8th 2015

 

 

Dam Skeleton

I can’t remember exactly when

The skeleton got in the cupboard

But I must have put it there

Otherwise how did it get there?

Secreted under killer heels never worn

And black boots that are

Rattling bones of life

Draped in yesterdays clobber

Old bones, new bones

Hidden behind mountainous ironing

Destined for the charity run

Slumbering in the knowledge

That they are buried safe and sound

For now

Hidden ominously in my cupboard

This skeleton

Brittle bones of memory

Yet clattering’s of present times too

Rattling around

Lurking

Hiding

In the safety of the closet

Bare bones of truth hidden

One long spiky digit

That used to be a finger

Hooks itself under the door

F**k this I shout

And kick shut the door

April 9th 2015

 

 

A kiss…

One single kiss

It was only a kiss

One single cursed kiss

A wanted kiss

A craved for kiss

A kiss of life

A kiss from death

One single beautiful kiss

Simply a kiss

That was all it was

Just a kiss

A doomed kiss

A forbidden kiss

Heralding midnight

Binding

Just one kiss

A bloodied kiss

A twilight kiss

From velvet lips

Heavily ruby stained

A kiss

Such a kiss

Once kissed

Never unkissed

Never ungiven

Always beholden

To the one

With rose nectar smeared

Upon blood-rose lips

In blood ties bound

By life as now by death

April 10th 2015

 

 

A ‘word a line’ poem birthed from insomnia…

Night, Dark, Sleep, Rest, Pain, Hurt, Withdrawn, Yes, Hurting, Hide, Night, Dives, Panic, Endless, Swimming, Drowning, Headless, Sighing, Dying, Living, Crying, Surviving, Strength, Strong, Life, Long, Deep, Wonder, Hunger, Found, Love, Group, Hope, Hunger, Faded, Jaded, Heart, Soul, Live, Forever, Human, Never, Lips, Kiss, Hidden, Forbidden, Bound, Binding, Living, Dying.

Transforms into…

In the cradle of Night

Dark thoughts become palpable so Sleep eludes

A world of fleeting Rest, snuggling with Pain and Hurt

So Withdrawn and Yes still Hurting

Nowhere to Hide in a tragedy where Night Dives in Panic

Questing for you is an Endless cycle

Swimming in the hope of finding you

Yet Drowning in the reality of not

Diving Headless into truth

Real time thoughts Sighing into Dying

But forever Living

Yet Crying for freedom

Somehow Surviving with Strength unknown

Strong with the blood of Life

Yet the Long soul search

Of a Deep soul connection and a Wonder

Is the Hunger not Found

The Love that exists in spirit; above and beyond

Group Hope into Hunger

Not Faded

Never Jaded in this land of eternal midnight

A Heart and Soul can speak, can Live Forever

Cast into a Human shell

Never once were scarlet Lips

Satiated by one sweet Kiss

Worlds Hidden, love Forbidden

Hearts Bound in a Binding

Call this Living?

I call this Dying?

12th April 2015

 

 

The White Rose

I gave you a pure white rose

You held it in your hand

And stared into space

The sun moon and stars bowed down

We were children of the universe

Caught in time

The path twisted and turned and spiralled in

We couldn’t loose our way

And yet we did

We were children of the universe

Lost in time

Still grasping one white rose

 April 13th 2015

 

 

In the Blink of an Eye

In the blink of an eye

Everything can change

In one fleeting moment

Life becomes death

In a twist of fate

Light become dark

And the sun no longer shines

Blood upon the knife

On the tide of eternity

Thoughts become deeds

The ebb-tide kisses the shore

The wind screeches cruelly

Between the heart beat

Of knowing and unknowing

A chasm of reality extends

The moment is captured

Upon the tip of the sword

The secrets of blood flow

Bleeding into a vastness

Of human unknowing

When the key of time

Is broke in the lock

And the seals all opened

The sword is the final word

When death stamps its seal

With its hardened hand

Mourn for that which is lost

That which never can be

In the blink of an eye

The universe spoke

The unspoken word

Blood dripped…

April 13th 2015

 

 

I Reveal…

Cranky?

Probably

Weird?

Definitely

Normal?

Not

Who am i?

Only I know

And maybe

Only I ever will

But each day that I write

A tiny part of me reveals

April 14 2015

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