Martin Shone's Blog, page 44
March 28, 2015
The eternal graces of profound love
Stringed hearts yearn for the release
from the ties holding them
and as they stretch to the nearest branches of reality
a single glint of colour
replicates their emotions
and so a heartbeat is born
to flourish into existence
into flames of alchemy
where the seeds of humanity reach for the light
the warmth, the consciousness of time
and the eternal graces of profound love
; and so a heartbeat is twinned
March 23, 2015
March 22, 2015
Morphean wanderings
The flight of time to the clock face of reality
is simply an example of pure unreality
where even something as irrelevant as a blade of grass
dipping against the breeze’s mid-day attentions to reflect a slither of light
is mistaken for an act of reality
when in reality, time is merely moving forward
as the universe breathes out its evanescent soul
to coalesce with the exhales of eternity
Thine feathers bleed the truths of love
floating, as is their want, in random caresses of desire
as their purity drifts in beauty and solitude
being fallen from on high they understand
the loneliness of love’s ache for love
And so it is
as winter gives way to spring
love’s invisible touch graces the many branches of time
giving rise to Morphean wanderings
in which souls become lost
in fragile intoxications of passion’s embrace
and in the confusions
of those tremulous touches of empathy
when sunrise meets moonrise
in synchronisms of magnetic imagination
March 21, 2015
and so the morning yawns
Great vestments of oak and shattered dreams
rise to declare themselves
and so sanctify
the truth of knowledge
How thine branches cradle the fallen
to form a nest of forgotten
; suspended, waiting for the green to become
life’s enveloping warmth
Naked shadows creak across the arena
to kiss and entwine
the fallen
and the forgotten
Empty tables welcome silent glances
into their atmosphere of solitude
almost as if they require the warmth of sight
to rid them of their reflected cold
As the crow returns a twig or two
little buds slow the days
with a silent stretch of Gaia’s time
… and so the morning yawns
March 16, 2015
Is this nothing but a poem
–
Is this nothing but a poem
is this nothing but a stretch of time
is this nothing but music
is this nothing but a reality
is this nothing but a scream of satisfaction
is this nothing but rhythm
is this nothing but a song
is this nothing but a taste of imagination
is this nothing but heart
is this nothing but a feeling
is this nothing but a brilliance of shadows
is this nothing but torture
is this nothing but a tree
is this nothing but a chord of discords
is this nothing but vibration
is this nothing but a voice
is this nothing but a feather of light
is this nothing
but a midnight feast awaiting the sunrise?
Is this nothing
but our soul’s elastic cord of possibilities
reaching out from within us
to engender an echo of ourselves to ripple
against the lives without us
and so create nothing but a peace universal?
Are we born to shed tears of repeated history
or are we here
to feel
to learn
to accept
and to give
the freedom of peace and the freedom of love?
Is this thing we inhabit
nothing but life’s poem of togetherness?
March 14, 2015
Destruction’s Arrow
Music of silent thought becomes alive
within the deepest memory of desire
where there lives a moment of loss
as the kiss of the impossible dream settles
upon the skin of solitude
aching for the oblivion of such a single kiss
A mystique from the mists of seduction
breaks through to echo across the light of music
where it rebounds and crashes into emotions of eternity
The dance of otherworldly fascination
drifts with the smoke of random vibrations
where electrifying passions caress the arena
as distant glances of the impossible dream
let fly destruction’s arrow
into an atmosphere of surreal freedom
March 9, 2015
Cobwebs
There are times
moments
silences
We walk in the early mornings
and sometimes we feel
the sound of ice falling
as it crashes against our thoughts
and sometimes we hear
the touch of a frozen cobweb
as it floats against our shadows
cobweb times
tangled moments
frozen silences
Each breath is only a prelude
to death
Each smile
a beginning
sunrise times
on-the-cusp moments
echoing silences
We walk through it all
till the sunset kisses our souls, welcome
till the moonrise lifts our spirits
till the stars become our home
till the sunrise melts the cobwebs
and we begin again in the cold light of day
There are times
moments
silences
embrace them and smile in the pain of it all
the beauty of it all
and the cold cold burden of it all
embrace them and be free
March 6, 2015
Jewels of perception
The flowers weep
when they see such sorrow in your eyes
they shed little pettled touches of emotion
when they feel your heart
aching for reasons
they quiver in trembled utterances of vowelled despair
when your soul releases redolent waves of sadness and fragility
As you walk the path of freedom from the darknesses
back to the light of your beautiful atmosphere
the flowers bow to kiss your shadow
and with each kiss they taste your sorrow
and so they weep measured jewels of perception
whose beats begin a stirring within you
and as you walk you may hear the little tinklings
of reality’s song
calling you
How the draught of knowledge increases
as we sweep through our inheritance
for it is what we are given
and so we must learn the way of how silent movement
touches everything with its impossible poetry
for it is what we are given
such as it is, it is ours.
listen …
for the song is yours
March 1, 2015
Sublime reasonings
–
It is with such gravity
and such sublimity with which simple acts
bestow themselves upon mortal musings
Say, for example, a glass of wine’s reason for being
and how the juice of readiness waits in fields of heat
for fingers to scent, and pluck, what the nose discerns
the glass also
and the light colouring the liquid
from a softness of red to a deepness of desire
the feel too
and the anticipation as lips meet the glass
with a softness of touch to a caress of said deepness
likewise, the taste
and the equanimity of tongued pleasure
to a softness of warm to an aftertaste of embered passion
Such simple things illuminate such greatnesses within us
and as such, we dine with the sublime reasonings
of questioned musings of the tastes of life’s simple pleasures
February 3, 2015
A bit of silence from me
Hello to you all. I’m writing this to let you know I shall be a bit quiet for a few weeks or so. I have moved to a new apartment and I can’t have internet there till at least the end of Feb. I might try and write one on my phone but I tried that before and it failed.
See you all soon, and thank you!
