Martin Shone's Blog, page 46
January 11, 2015
unconnected
; see music
falling
and so we reach forwards
to catch
but like so many moments
they fall away
out of reach
unconnected
feelings
simple little things
yet
they fall away
like thunder in my heart
unconnected
untitled
Blue veined – watching
for the beat of life
oh how simple it is to be able to just
but for the pain of it
but for the loss of it
but for the need of it
… poetry
A power omniscient
https://agapintheclouds.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/a-power-omniscient.mp3
-
You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
for there is a power within us
a power without us
a power omniscient
You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
for there is a time of darkness
a time of lightness
a time unrelenting
You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
for there is a passion within us
a passion without us
a passion profound
You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
for there is a strength of courage
a strength of weakness
a strength enlightened
You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
for there is a fragility within us
a fragility without us
a fragility chaotic
You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
for there is a feeling of real
a feeling of magic
a feeling primal
You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
for there is a treasure within us
a treasure without us
a treasure omniscient
for you are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love
January 10, 2015
spirit of Gaia
as I sat reading
I felt you
rise up within me
I felt your touch
join with my soul’s spirit
I felt a tingling happiness
as I sat reading, thinking … feeling
and so I smiled, looked out the window and saw you waving
You are a welcome breeze
and if this is how the trees feel
when you touch them
I understand how much further I need to travel
to find me
and how glorious the journey will be
and so I say “Thank you”.
January 9, 2015
Bending flowers
Phantom, how you glide
; motions of silent ink
drip from the pen of solitude
to rest upon barren aches
of mystery
Shiver, you bring forth the very hairs of shadow
; servant of the night
within folklore’s memory
teasing silence into a roar
of forgotten
Malleus, how you sing
; operatic vibrations
feast upon imagination’s immortality
bending flowers to kiss alchemies
of the mind
-
-
-
-
The end to this poem is quite by accident the title of a book by Jon Elster. I wasn’t sure how to spell alchemies so I Googled it and up came the book. It is now on my Goodreads “want to read” list!
January 4, 2015
A kiss of terrorism
Will there be a time, one wonders, when kissing will be outlawed
when tactile pleasures will be banned
when the human race shall become
a non-contact sport
for there are fears of contracting any one of these new found viruses
or even the old ones
which
in our fragile make-up
our poor breaths of life
they seem so easily to breed
and yet
there is the fruit bat who can carry a virus
the mosquito who carries parasites which enter the blood
and a whole number of little things to which we are oblivious
as we go about our daily grind
for the human body is under attack from the moment it is born
to the moment the little things win
and so we must continue to make love with life
and we must continue
to kiss
to touch
to enjoy
the heats of each other with an unbounded passion
for life
for if you look up, and around you, you will see
We are such little things …
December 31, 2014
December 29, 2014
Something beautiful
There is a beauty in seeing smiles
a kind of beauty which kisses from a distance, like
walking in the rain or feeling the first rays of a sunrise
It’s how this smile
this distant kiss
it’s how it reaches in
and caresses your soul
till all that is left to do
is reach out
and link
one little finger of imagination to a wisp of their soul
and see how it is all so beautiful
The lesson to learn
is how to be something other
than a stationary artefact of life
is how to live life with a smile
and how this smile must be a natural smile
not something concocted to fit, to beguile, to coerce
This smile must belong
it must reach up from your soul
and travel along the very core of your being
until it bursts upon your face
a beacon to shine
and so illuminate in others
how it feels to have this smile within you
this light
this spirit of warmth
and so perhaps
as one candle to another
it will pass along the invisible cord of humanity
and so grow into something beautiful
December 27, 2014
Do not forget the ashes of flame
Poem #52
Written for Jo Bell’s 52: Write a poem a week and the theme is … A leave-taking
-
https://agapintheclouds.files.wordpress.com/2014/12/do-not-forget-the-ashes-of-flame.mp3
-
Do not forget the ashes of flame of once a wandering summer’s rain
Do not forget the simple times when magic of life sings in rhyme
Do not forget the morning wake when chill is burnt in splendour great
Do not forget the Faerie Queen who danced before you but never seen
Do not forget the troublesome things for without which there’ll be no kings
Do not forget the feather of night of once a wandering moon’s delight
Do not forget the fragile nature when walking through her rising pasture
Do not forget the noble house which beats within your heart to rouse
Do not forget the lighted candle burning its dance of spiritual spangle
Do not forget the rite of time of once a wandering mortal’s climb
Do not forget the children’s story to be read and learned in all its glory
Do not forget the starry tryst when passions burn ‘neath lovers lips
Do not forget the dust of death of once a wandering secret’s breath
Do not forget the tranquil smile as you wave goodbye to this yearly mile
Do not forget the beauty of it all of once a wandering midnight’s door
December 24, 2014
You are the image of innocence when you sleep – Video
This is the video of my poem, “You are the image of innocence when you sleep”. The original is here
-
