Sea Salt Dreams

My spirit cries
for sweet release
that I may soar
where eagles fly

Answering the call
of my heart's desire
where oceans blue
kiss the sky

But the rhythm
of my heart
is keeping time
time in ebb and flow

And I am bound
upon this earth
where mortals cling
to what they know

Each breath is marked
by the changing tide
my journey recorded
on jagged shore

Sea salt dreams
suspended in the mist
of effervescent hope
not yet explored

The Knowing

Deep inside you
there is a place
where your heart
knows all things
sees all things

Where truth lies
naked and exposed
revealed yet concealed
between the layers
of our imagination

But when we trust
our greatest fear
embrace our deepest pain
we open our eyes
to the knowing


"This above all: to thine own self be true."
Shakespeare



I would like to thank Joanne Olivieri @ Poetic Shutterbug for publishing my poetry at Ya'Sou! Ezine and for nominating me as one of her top 10 choices for the Most Influential Bloggers Of 2009 contest.

Joanne I am deeply grateful for your support. Thank you!

Words

I wrote my heart on paper
tangled thoughts and jumbled words
Laid them out in orderly fashion
until they lay flat and devoid of emotion
They could not convey the meaning
of all that I am feeling
So in my sorrow and frustration
I tossed the words away




Inspired by Zorlone's.... Blank Page

Sweet Reveries

Images of you
dance through my mind
cherished moments
frozen in time...

like an old movie

Sweet reveries
they linger on
of sleepless nights
stars wished upon...

and we dreamed a dream

Your perfect eyes
stared back at me
reflecting the truth
that I dare not see...

I hear you whisper in the silence

Mistakes

I'd like to thank Zorlone, who in my absence wrote this beautiful poem...

He says... Inspired by the words of Robin of Robin's Nest, a superb poet, her "Moonwatchers" brought forth to this poem. A sort of poetry challenge to myself using the words "pale moon."


Z - I am truly honored!

Under the pale moon

Under the pale moon, magic erupted,
legends spoke of new life.
Sorcery and trickery reigned
from this cold and dark strife.

Shakespear's immortal story,
fell under the pale moon's radiance.
A myth of generations once told,
love story of endless essence.

Heroes shed blood, tears and sweat,
in the dimmed sky with a lone light.
that came from the pale moon,
losing and winning battles delight.

A father's eternal promise to his son,
that he shall return from a bitter war.
Returned lifeless - a ghost of heart,
pale moon witnessed memoir,

Sacrifice to pagan gods of the pale moon,
for harvest, fertility, and for wealth untold.
Only sorrows were earned - loss of souls,
repentance from darkness that unfolded.

Taking some time...

I'd like to thank my faithful readers who brave this blog regularly despite the dark theme. You encourage and inspire me with your comments and for that I am truly grateful. I'd also like to thank the one who believed in me when I didn't believe in myself and encouraged me to continue writing.

While poetry has been a release for me in many ways, it has also been a journey of discovery. Through the power of words I have been able to lend a voice to the issues in my life, present and past, that needed to be expressed. And although the writing here tends to be rather dark and sad, it is but one facet of my personality and does not reflect the whole.

Finding the courage to change who I am and open myself to a new way of thinking has been my greatest challenge and I have much work to do. I will be taking some time off to do a little reflecting and a whole lot of soul searching as I continue on the road to recovery.

With that being said, I'd like to leave you with a poem that holds special meaning for me.

The Trail Of No Return

by
Robert William Service

So now I take a bitter road
Whereon no bourne I see,
And wearily I lift the load
That once I bore with glee.
For me no more by sea or shore
Adventure's star shall burn,
As I forsake wild ways to take
The Trail of No Return.

Such paths of peril I have trod:
In sun and shade they lay.
And some went wistfully to God,
And some the devil's way.
But there is one I may not shun,
Though long my life's sojourn:
A dawn will break when I must take
The Trail of No Return.

Farewell to friends, good-bye to foes,
Adieu to smile or frown;
My voyaging is nigh its close,
And dark is drifting down.
With weary feet my way I beat,
Yet holy light discern . . .
So let me take without heart-break
The Trail of No Return.

Robert William Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a poet and writer best known for his writings on the Canadian North with "The Cremation of Sam McGee" being among the most famous of his works.