Each and every one of us ought to ask the meaning of life in the midst of our daily life.
~ Tetsuo Shohi ~
Taken through the window of an airplane, this is a photo of darkness receding into light as the landscape collapses into the sea, but what struck me most about this image as I was about to capture it was the play of light on the horizon: an almost a rainbow.
Learning first steps, once again
To remember I try…
Be a beautiful lie
At once worshipped and slain.
Home bound rain
In streaks of light washed away
Abrasive Time its wielding wheel discloses.
Futile quests embarked upon and lost.
All is smoke, broken from skies, shattered,
Twinning stars search in vain for the rainfall.
Their pallid sheen of infinity dreaming silent.
Tainted fates in fiery pain bemoaned. Dice
Where I begin, therein lays the conclusion.
My Cerberus you, the hand shadows a-sculpting.
All that I labour comes to die in your night,
Hades, have mercy!
Barren worlds cut deep elusive spirits.
Past arid lives that stifle my flight.
Vapour wings gift my flesh to the sea
Vacuum. Chaos. Peace is in beginnings:
Skies from waters are yet to be parted…
Dead today is within us the light
Silence shards in poetry
When the blackness snows me white,
Then in howling symmetry
Paths asleep my sorrow’s flight.
My cry unheard: adrift.
My path unseen: a rift.
Specs of sand, autumnal light
Falls in dusk, impounding
Dreamlike quills of wings in flight
Ringing still, unsounding.
In a desert so bleak
Shadows timelessness seek.
I am at peace when skies are filled with stars,
When children sleep and wake without fear.
If only we could love a little more,
And let that feeling our actions steer.
I am at peace when meadows are abloom,
When young and old know not the name of hunger.
If only we could give a little more,
And never fall asleep in dread or anger.
I am at peace when waters sparkle green,
When men and women live without strife.
If only we could dream a little more
And learn to breathe the beauty of this life.
This post comes a little late. It was my contribution to “Dungeon Prompts – Week 11: Peace – Just a Word? What does it mean to you?” Since at the time Project R was in session, I have delayed the publication of the poem until a later date. The day after Guy Fawkes seems like the perfect time to share it with you.
If you would like to write an essay, short story, poem or share a picture or song that meditates on the concept of peace, please follow the link below: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2013/10/24/dungeon-prompts-week-11-peace-just-a-word-what-does-it-mean-to-you/#comment-4080
Whereto did such warm passion go, my wilful poet?
What robbed your voice of balminess and heat?
Reality, like ice, melts in your verses’ wake.
All misconceptions skewered, fade away.
But with it all, you leave behind too much.
Can’t grasp at mist, ephemeral – all dreams.
You question all the time spent in pursuit:
What is its worth? What quest has value still?
And to this I can only answer thus.
Was not my smile enough upon your pillow’s edge?
Did not my laughter twine its chime with yours?
And when I lingered in amongst your sheets,
Was I not poetry to your adoring prose?
It’s all to be forgotten, you contend.
All sullied in the toss of one cruel word.
It wasn’t worthless. It was love, and then…
If you refuse to treasure it. Your loss
In memories… may never find repose.
In reply to Brittle by OpinionatedMan.
It pains: the memory of your caress.
Limbs ache with loss, craved tenderness undress.
Of burnished lips, unthinking clasped within,
Warmth turned to grief and hunger turned to sin.
Stay awhile longer in my mind’s embrace.
Don’t smother yet that moment’s lingered grace.
Let dreams stay true, and truth remain a dream.
In frenzied gasps to yours again I lean.
Seismic waves atoned for unremembered past.
The subtext veiled, your passion could not last.
And when your softness hardened to a lie,
The last to know that you were gone was I.
Death buried all under its bluish light.
Another fall, another cut mid-flight.
In reply to: http://aopinionatedman.com/2013/10/19/a-nod-to-poe/