What so tiny...the size of a pea
Could penetrate the greatest depths of a darkness so intense
Something so beautiful, something so bright
Alas! I have found it...
...its that one little ray of light...
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
Who are you?
And where do you come from?
Why do you trespass my gloom-ridden territories
And leave those warm, shimmering trails behind?
Your queer fragrance seems to rouse these lifeless lilies that loiter about my place
Who are you?
And What is your mission?
Do you seek to taunt me with this deluge of foreign emotions
That now poison my lonely haven?
'Merriment' you call it, 'Torture' I insist
I'm utterly numbed by such cruel treatment you mete out to me
Who are you?
And why do you dare?
What authenticates your belief
That your aura, so odd, will revive this forlorn land?
Why do your subtle gestures press so fiercely for an abstraction?
'Love' you say, 'Deceit' I believe
Depart from me oh strange one!
And leave me to remain in my sunken spiral of abandonment
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Hello
I am the rock that was thrown at your window
waking you from your dreams
of the boy who threw me
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Someone spoke of loneliness in such cruel tones
Said something about it's cravings for gloom
But I have found a friend in this silhouette of solitude
I'm cradled in it's almost choking icy embrace
I'm singing along to verses and choruses of silence...
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
The **** assumes his duty and awakens the creatures of the earth
Golden rays peek out from behind the mountains
Somewhere in the east
The clouds, they do make way
As the sun gracefully and with poise rises to take her place
In her royal abode high up far above all
Early birds and flowers too pay obeisance to the queen of the heavens
The grasses beautifully lined with crystal clear drips of dew
Bask in the pools of the sun’s warmth
Even as night crawlers hide away with the breaking of this new day
Yet still, flying and hoping and trotting creatures alike
Come out joyfully in celebration of a new day
Gentle ripples glide over the waters
Paving way for the inhabitants of the sea to rise to our world of skies
Strings of wheat, bamboo flutes and cymbals of clasping leaves,
The trudging of wildebeests as unto drums
And the cry of elephants as trumpets
Buzzing bees, chirping bugs and tweeting birds in unison
Reel out notes, high and low
Listening intently
Beyond these somewhat shrill sounds
Without a doubt I dare say
I hear a concoction of the most enthralling symphonies
Resonant yet gleaming with charm
Plants and animals dance to these familiar tunes of old
Reptiles and mammals, creepy crawlies too
From the great bears to the ever-shy hares,
Step and tango and waltz all the way
On the lush greenery that spreads across the endless stretch of land
Daffodils and roses, flowers in varying shapes and colors
Join this continuum of dancers
How beautifully do their lithely figures sway as the wind beckons
Far into the horizon, the great arch of colors is formed
And this symbolism of beauty, peace and unity invigorates the innate spirits of Mother Nature
Melody, harmony, unity in diversity
….and for the umpteenth time, I smile to myself
Savoring every moment of this beguiling experience
Yes indeed it was, magnificent in its entire splendor
This was indeed the most breath-taking scenery I had ever seen
“Or wasn’t it?” I wondered to myself
A certain thought flashed through my mind
and ambivalence quickly set in
For some reason, I began to review all that I had seen once more
Slowly but surely, as if in slow motion
Everything came to a halt
The sun’s rays now fiercely lashed out agonizing stings to all in sight
The clouds brimming with anger bolstered up and concealed the presence
Of glorious sun with thick darkness
Thunder rolled, lightning bolts cackled and cracked
The flowers now gave up their ‘robes of many colors’
In exchange for ‘rags’ of brown and yellow
The once rotund and cheery and zesty elements of wildlife
Evolved into famished and bony and feeble mutants
Disconcerted seas and oceans roared, and threatened to unleash coverlet of floods
As a soft chant echoed...”….death…”
The inevitable phantom that left no mortal unvisited
All of life was set into mourning
And in the twinkle of an eye, everything was gone
There I stood despaired and broken at heart
……………“chirp, chirp”….”buzz”
The song of nature in a quick crescendo pulled me
Out of this appalling trance into reality
And so back in the real world, the birds still sang, and the plants and animals, they still danced
But a new strange reality dawned on me….
Truly all these glories couldn’t be relished forever
For one day even I the spectator, would cease to exist
For from dust were we formed, so also to dust shall we return
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
I see
An ancient piece
Touched all over with dust studs
And smeared through with a peculiar tint
A faded shade of youth
I hear
Its beating whisper
A tick now, a tock in close distance
A repeated chain of similar notes
A one and only song from the day of its conception
I understand
Its silent message, simple yet dynamic
One of position and precision,time and season
Ever changing
This ancient piece,a messenger it is
A messenger of Time
It carries with it, tales from the past and stories for the future
I see, I hear, I understand
The Grandfather Clock
Sitted so elegantly at that corner of my living room.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
Maybe we're words left behind by night,
Beneath bounding silhouettes of guiding stars,
Or waters of memory lapsed into rain;
As mind of man bleeds his dreams into day.
If there opened a window, none can know why-
When breath counts the years, and moments bide time,
For the hidden soul's body must ever grow older-
Another years living, in the sacred bowl smolders.
The offspring of earth, or day-star's bright child,
Dancing on moonbeams in scintillate shoes,
And impassioned questions, from spirit begotten-
Whatever magic made him, the secret’s forgotten.
The mold has been shattered, the bird has flown;
The seed too far from the father’s blown,
But it’s the secret we hold true because
The world's more beautiful now- than it was.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
*I sat down with you
In the coolness of the night air
Watching you sip Dr. Pepper
After a long day's work
I listened to the sounds of summer
Watched a few stars twinkling
In the jet colored sky
We were happily chit-chatting
About this and that
We were all together
Just us three
Oh, those summer evenings
Gone forever
Only shadows remain
Touching my heart*
~Marian~
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Would that these sounds inside my head stop, for the briefest of moments,
for if it was so that I could just hear your voice one more time,
I would listen like a child in incumbent solitude,
as if to a mothers soothing voice,
reading never ending stories,
and if time would hold back these autumn tears,
I would breath again, feeling the cold, crisp air enter my lungs as a soothing balm,
healing my wounds and making me whole.
© H V Swan
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC