Cherry blossoms,
Floating like butterfly wings,
Winds kissing the tress,
Beautifully impermanent,
We are speck of dust in the eternal dance,
Spinning and floating like wind kissed blossoms,
Only here for a moment,
An kiss from our mother’s lips,
A whispered prayer,
A beating heart,
Silence.
poetry
NaPoWriMo Poem
I asked the moon to shine, she blushed bright beautiful golden yellow… Her light kissing my cheek, sneaking trough the clouds, the stars, they danced a jig to the pitter patter pounding of my feet, I am a promise break dancing its way across he sky…Bright beautiful speck of start dust, spinning tornado of infinity… break me open like a piñata.. I am sugar sweets on the inside, hurry and get your fill… There isn’t much to go around, but my pieces if planted in a garden will grow roses… and thorns… Pricking fingers.. My petals kissing your nose… the Moon… she’s still blushing.. Beautiful
NaPoWriMo Day 14 and Day 15
Poem Day 14
The distance between us is measured in heartbeats… if you listen closely you can hear mine drumming the rhythm of your dancing feet… We’ve become masters at tap dancing around the tough issues, and my fingers have gotten better at tap dancing poems, I write because the songs in my head need words, the echos of prayers I use to send up to a God with really bad cell phone reception.. Maybe one day she’ll check her voice mails.. until then, I’ll write the poems and bleed the words…
Poem Day 15
If I could be a flower I would be dandelion… The prettiest weed in the bunch. She thrives on sunshine and wishes… I wanna be like that, a whispered breath, breaking open, planting infinite seeds of possibility across all creation..
Day 10, 11, 12, 13 NaPoWriMo
Gotta be better about getting the posts up ON TIME, but here they are!! I decided to use Tarot cards to prompt these poems. I used the Crwoley Thoth Deck
Day 10
My heart is bound by faith, the arrows of indifference hold tightly to my desire to expand. I grow weary of the fractured moments where grace falls in love with falling… Like the dying leaves on trees, like space between inhaling and exhaling, and Im tired of holding my breath, the grey clouds of distance hold us like thunder hugs the earth, sometimes we are shocked into the realization that we are trying to hard… let’s learn to fall easy like rain, like tears from heaven, a kiss on a cheek, a moment in time caught like thunderclap.
Day 11
Warrior of light, dancing, riding into oblivion… you chase shadows into darkness and come out whole… I want to dance with you, in the dark parts of your brightness… You shatter the stained glass windows of my church, I’ve made them into kaleidoscopic tubes that reflect back the broken beauty of all I was before you, you are my hero in stunning armor, my prince divine, your sword swings every so gently…
Day 12
I am overflowing ups of happiness… the smile across my face a disease I hope to spread, a virus that I hope takes hold… we are trapped by the technology that connects us, like cancer we become bound to the keyboard, our eyes trapped by flashing cursors, our fingers dancing a death dance while the world moves around us… Happiness is letting go of separation for momentary smiles, happy bugs that grab us if even for a brief moment, a connection, like the spark between heartbeats… a drum we’ve forgotten how to dance to… break away, overflow into the spaces where happiness has forgotten, spread smiles like wildfire, and set this world ablaze…
Day 13
Holy Mother, sitting statue like beautiful… the waterfall of your love drowns me… drink you in… like a fish swimming through infinite oceans… I get lost in treasure chests, overflowing moonbeams, drunk on your moonshine… holy mother, hold me in your arms, stardust in my eyes, blinded by your light, but open to the beauty within..
Day 9 NaPoWriMo Poem
You were my sweetest mistake… Like forbidden chocolate when I am on a diet… you are the empty calories I’ve learned not to count on… I feed myself on your words, but the shards of your promises slice me open from the inside… You and I feed of one another… Like Gods dining on used up souls… let us feast, pray, and be full.
Day 7 and Day 8 NaPoWriMo
Ha, I seem to be doing a double dipping poetry day.
Day 7
You are oceans away from me, the distance of our silence overwhelms me. You are penny wishing well that takes my quarters and never gives any changes.. you sit statue against the sound of dripping tears, each one an echo of a prayer my heart never stops beating into me… One day you’ll look up to find me, and I’ll be an echo to the memory of a prayer you once said… because I’ve started tossing my quarters into my own well, and all I can see is change…
Day 8
Rose petals… whispers… rose petals… song… dance delicate lover, your scent is illuminating, I see who I am in your wonder… rose petals..and whispers lead me to your waiting arms… rose petals.. song.. the once we’ve been singing since our eyes first kissed… your lips are rose petals and song.. whispers I’m longing to hear… wrap your words around me like a love poem we never tire writing… and like this poem.. we, are, endless…
Day 4 & 5 Napowrimo
So, yesterday got a bit busy, but today I’m making up for it with a double poetry post
Day 4
There are poems here, if you close your eyes and open your heart you can hear them.. They fly like fireflies through my caverns, little blinking illuminations, like snow globes you shake to remind yourself to “shake it up”… and each poem I bleed on to paper is shaking it up… I write until my pen runs out of ink, my poems never run out of memories to fuel them… they are speed cars racing around tight bends, and crashing something beautiful into kaleidoscopic fragments… You might not get them, and I’m okay with that…. I’m not writing these for you, they are my poems, and they are hear… so close your eyes, and open your heart so you can hear them…
Day 5
Spring has sprung, and the birds… they are singing life back into the blossoms, and the grass, she is kissing our feet.. Dancing clouds move from images of cotton balls to animals and soon we’ll be blowing wishes on dandelions… The crispness of the air gently reminds that winter, she’s only napping… The clouds dance fiercely in the sunlight, and my feet… kissing the earth.
Nanowrimo Day 5
Tonight I’m looking for falling stardust… my out stretched heart catching blessings like pennies on a homeless night.. My idea of God is a Cheshire cat smile shining down from a cloud… the cloud shifts from goddess to god to mirror… My reflection a blessing, my many imperfection worn like ink on skin kissing its way into forever… and most things.. are forever.. Like us, holding our outstretched souls hoping for a momentary miracle, a chance to let go, a flying kite signaling how free we are… every night I fly a bit higher, I dance a bit crazier…Look at that moon, she gets me drunk on moonshine, and I can help laughing.. a Cheshire smile across my face… a penny in my heart, and my soul… overflowing with blessing.
Nanowrimo Day 4
Today I tossed a penny into a wishing well shaped like my heart… Dreams come true, and my hands… are dream makers, my poems, echos of prayers kissing life into memories… I’m learning slowly that perfection is found in falling down, life is about getting back up again, learning to dance with two left feet and my shoe laces tied together, but I dance… I sing a bit out of key, my voice.. tuned to my heart strings.. pluck me open, kick down the doors of my soul, lets dance in the rain, splash puddles under out feet, sweat glistening something beautiful on skin… the moment sinking its way in… another poem kissing a memory, making beautiful love..
Napowrimo Day 3
A Love Letter to my Broken Pieces
You lay on the floor, puddled memories drip from clenched eyes, tear holding softly to cheek. My shadow sneaks up on me.. Memories sneak up on me, like hide and seek.. my anxiety never picks the safe places to hide… I wear my imperfections like tattoos on my face… safe places are for dreamers, I’m someone that lives for a living… which is why I’m poor, but who needs a car when you can walk the line of a razor blade.. balance has never been my strong suit..so , I choose to teach yoga, hoping that in some ancient pretzel I can find nourishment… I stand in the center ring of my circus, dreaming imperfectly beautiful dreams… coloring out of the lines…
Bhakti Witch 