saparonia-holliday
I was told my poems were from the devil so threw them away at 18 . I know now that there is no devil - good and evil are only ever actions. / My animal self is otter / These writings are my own work unless otherwise stated. / Please respect this copyright.
The plants I bought in the market
Had nowhere to put them
I had this idea and then I forgot
In came little Dan
On a bright sunny day
Her face smeared red
She’d been out to play
Beaming she told me
She found them
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
When that whisper of a wind comes to me across the garden,
When I see it rise like a twist in the air, from the distance,
I know that the friends of my childhood are still with me
I feel their love and the gate opens
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
I had flown over Yugoslavia
While children lived and played
Returning, after their war and shame
We went a different way.
I hadn't seen their faces
Or known of their plight
I had been to another place
Which this poem is about
On an island of gods
In a sea of rich blue
I heard the loud chirruping
Saw no-one fight
Distant flashes of bombs
Over sea in the night
I was told were men fishing
With dynamite.
Oblivious I, while they died o'er the way
Treading gently the path
To see the cicadas
I sat down for a day
I sat on a rock in the scorching sun
Elusive they hid in my blindness, so near
A day and a day I sat on the rock
Patient, I sat, transformation begun.
As I became rock and my hair became clouds
Oleander my clothes and grasses my bower
I saw them, so close, mist had dissolved
Grasshopper faces and love for each other.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
As the short summer night had passed me by
I went out to see the sun rise.
A bat flew by and a butterfly
The fairies shook the tree and a breeze whispered by
My sadness was soothed in it's sighs.
The song of morning's a wave
Rises and falls like the ocean
So high in it's frequency
All around perfect colossal chaotic harmony
Washed my spirit clean
The world is turned by the song of the birds
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
There was no war, or warning
"Stay inside" they said.
There was no reason
Only a cold and empty mercantile explanation
There will be no justice
There's no compassion
Not a single tear or token of genuine kindness.
Gave brave men inadequate tools
Leaving them to take the remorse
Helplessly watching London burn.
They say how awful
And retreat to comfort, homes of luxury
Thinking, that the poor are forever present.
They will make plenty more.
Behind the door they sigh and say, "How tired I am today"
How can they sleep?
My heart is broken
How can they not weep?
How offer a token?
Not a thought for the orphans whose parents tossed them into the unknown
Casting away ideas of burning flesh that was their own
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC
When meeting a creature of any size
If it's not the same species, look in it's eyes.
Feel it's thoughts as they flit through your mind.
If everything is in the mind,
Living thoughts materialise
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
I met a bee who carried a leaf.
It held it tight in it's little feet.
It skateboarded down from the sky to me.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
Green is the middle colour of the rainbow
The bridge to the other worlds is a rainbow,
And so the path is green.
The middle path.
The straight path.
Many feet make a path.
The light from the eyes of every living thing is the same.
The consciousness you feel is all one.
We are like reflections of the Moon in a pool.
Each ripple,
Each droplet,
Holds the same moon.
All that lives contains the same essence of life,
Every tree, every cell, every animal, every insect, everything alive.
The essence is no more and no less in anything.
Reality is not what it seems.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
The patterns of earth
Like the patterns of a small fractal - part
Of Pi dimensional universe
And
Lots of patterns we haven't seen yet;
Like a field full of mist with dew
Spider webs in a misty field.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Not having you to hold,
I hope you're equally cold.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC