Blessings

The prompt for What's Going On is blessings
I had to think straight away about the Celtic blessings and for all the beautiful  poem Beannacht (Blessing) by John O'Donohue One of my favourite poets 
So underneath my variation

Blessings

May your thoughts,
like small animals,
curl into themselves,
tired of running,
and lose their edges.

May your heart be warm and sprout
flowers,
even in winter.

May the sky hold your questions
and sun rays point toward the answers.

May poems be spun in the quiet
between your heartbreaks.

May every meeting,
seen or unseen,
remind you how loved you are.

May a hidden path become visible for you,
leading you to the land of your dreams.

And when the curtain of despair
seems tightly closed,
may the artist rush to pull it open,
spilling beauty,
softening your heart.

 

Light as a thousand stars

The prompt for Poets and story tellers United is a love poem, or a love story, or at least one about love.

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Light as a Thousand Stars

The moon watches her dance,
quiet as a secret held
in his arms,
as they step into the warm pulse
of a summer night,
in the river light
along the Seine.

The wind brushing in strokes,
his hands painting with silky touch.
His breath on her skin
murmuring je t’aime.

They write a poem
in movement.

The music wraps
its shadow softly
around two dancers,
carrying them
until their legs swirl
across the shining stones.

They touch them slowly,
one by one.
Each tap
a small drum of longing
deep, dark,
heavy as their hearts,
rupturing in sweet ache,

light as a thousand stars,
drifting
into a dream,
into the opening sky

 

The place beyond the ordinary

The prompt for What's Going on is Creations so I created a poem of a place beyond the ordinary

If you can imagen it the path is already beneath your feet

The Koru is a spiral shaped Māori symbol which means new creations or new beginnings. It is based on the unfurling fern.

The place beyond the ordinary

I dwell in a magic forest
where the spirit of love
rests on the bluebells,
cradled by clover
holding a lotus flower
that blooms untouched
by its surroundings.

This is the land
where dreams rise
beyond the ordinary,
where the extra is born
from the fertile soil
of imagination,
painted across the sky
of existence.

Here, the koru
of new creations
lifts its green fern head
into morning light.

I wake to butterflies
dancing at dusk,
to the silver chime
of the bellbird
in the drifting mist.

Sunrays tiptoe
across my heart.
In their golden glow
a place appears
where mysteries
become known.

Remembrance of the fire

Prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is indifference/ love           

Remembrance of the Fire

The spirits of the misfits
drifts beneath passing clouds
hiding their light
where the air grew indifferent
forgetting they once burned like fire

Their sparks of passion
brushing the edge of dreams
releasing a faint fragrance
as a wisp of smoke rises

Slowly the sky pauses,
listens
a soft recognition
remembering the aroha*
that lived as a forgotten star
in the shadowed sky

The uncovered light
ignites the break of a bud
and winter departs
from the branches of the tree

It is the moment when truth,
unclothed and unafraid,
finally steps into the open,
warming the landscape
with the colours of shared flame.

*Aroha: love ( Maori ) ❤️

Shelter

The prompt for What's going on is shelter

 

Shelter

I snuggle up on the couch
whispers drift, 
now and than
through the room

We left the noise outside
and locked the door

Sometimes the outside world
finds an entrance,
crawling out of our gadgets

Today we silence them

We let our shelter
fold around us
hug us like a warm
sweater

Luxurious

Shared with Poets and Storytellers United Prompt: Something that feels luxurious


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Luxurious

Luxurious tends to live
in a cold atmosphere,
surface glitter.

But underneath
there is an ocean of air,
life giving,
life expanding.

Breathe.

There is a heart that beats
to the rhythm of excitement.

Aliveness rises
when the mind aligns
with the universe.

What sways in the ether
is a luxury.
The ether carries light
to reveal unspoken words,
the quiet quality of pearls.

Words can redirect energy.
They can alter reality
as they slowly alchemise the mind
of those who open their hearts.

So spread yours.
Words filled with truth,
love, honesty, peace.

Sing them.
Speak them.
Tell stories
to spread wealth.