The Unbound Wonderment of It All

Mar 2018

Donna

Today the air fell through the roads - haikustory

Today the air fell
through the roads making hopstotch
into bowl of oats

Was then she noticed
the horses in a meadow
Seemed to stand so still

The world had slanted
Yet through her house window a
moustache of a man

one of ancient age
sat and wrote a letter to
his wife in heaven

Tears rolled down his face
As he dabbed his pen into
his tiny ink ***

He climbed through a crack
in the sky and sat on a
floating fluffy cloud

Tis there he saw his
wife plant seeds in a garden
She gave him a smile

She told him she was
happy and he needed to
be happy as well

The horses began
to gallop jumping over
the wire fences

Her window shattered
And his ink dripped into the
deepness of the ground

She woke the next day
And saw a pretty flower
Standing all alone

Lying next to ground
A small white enevelope blew
into the big sky

landing right next to
the flower , she knew then his
loved his wife truly

A few days later
The flower had disappeared
And the clouds had rained

Blue ink coloured the
sky leaving one fluffy cloud
to float aimlessly

Never really know if my stories truly make sense but like playing with words :)

#haikustory #playing #with #words #creativity #imagination #poetry

Mar 2018

Pagan Paul

Blink of an Eye

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The blink of an eye would have missed it,
a brief glimpse of pure beauty
and then it was gone.
The passing of a gloriously sublime moment.
Darkness drew its curtain around
and it was forever vanished.
Folded away and filed eternal
into the vaults of history passed.
Catalogued and captured in an instant
from within the blink of an eye.

The afternoon sun lights the mountains,
reflecting the sheen of the forest
in a riot of greens and yellows.
Bathing the vista of sight in a scene of serenity.
The air, still and warm, echoes a kind of magick,
seeking to manifest.
An event approaching with certainty
yet waiting for the correct second in time.
And the day hangs
like a cloak on a winters morn,
unmoving and timeless.
Anticipation drips from the instant,
taking its ease at the imminent
moment of intensity.
A brief glimpse of pure beauty,
and the blink of an eye would have missed it.

© Pagan Paul (21/03/18)

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#poetry #blink #beauty #moment #magick

Mar 2018

r

Radio version of a mid-summer night's dream

When I was thirteen
and still seeing daylight
between my ****** feet
I went to spend the night
with my best friend;
we watched Gunsmoke
on the TV and raided
the refrigerator;
I remember his sister
coming home later
and leaving a crack
in her door and taking
off her clothes before
turning the radio
of my childhood on
leaving it playing
all the hot night long
and I sill hum every one
of those sweet songs.

Mar 2018

wordvango

When ends

When it comes before you're ready for the novel to be over
And you weep days weeks on
end because the characters you've learned to know took into your soul pretended or saw were so real then after five six hundred single-spaced pages don't go on anymore you lost Frodo scout or Holly lost your reality then go into withdrawals
Like a habitual offender
Once I finish a book like that I sit
And ponder God how I'd like to be able to write a novel
That could make
People feel awfully ******* lost
And depressed when it's
Over.

Mar 2018

Dazed Dreaming

Disney Movies

When do you think it happened to you?
As a little girl, when you were five?
Maybe even six or ten?

Well I was eleven when it happened to me.
I was first captured by the romantic gesture of the little mermaid and her prince rescuing her and living happily ever after. Then eyes glued I watched them getting married.
She's in that big beautiful dress and her hair and shoes are perfect.

Till this day I remember my eleven year old self saying to my mother, "I want that more than cookies and sugar."

Fast forward I'm 30 and divorced.
I confess, my heart is still that naive little girl.
That wished for a prince, to sweep her off her feet.
To save her from danger and keep her safe.
To love her to marry her and live happily ever after.

But instead I married a villain who took everything from me including my heart, and there's not much of me left.

I don't believe in fairy tales anymore.
I'll never have the prince on a white horse, who saves me for wicked step sisters or that octopus crazed person.
I'll never wear that white dress or...
Or the shoes that match.

Silly me...
Who was I kidding.
Fairy tales don't exist.

This whole post might be ridiculous to you but I just needed to vent.

#painful #realize #heartache #fairytales #disney

Mar 2018

WendyStarry Eyes

FRIENDSHIP OF ADVENTURE

In my heart childhood
Never ends
Adventure will always be
My very best friend

Though my mind and body
May be in woe
My imagination is
Always on the flow

Listen, listen
Can you hear it
In the wind that blows
Telling me this is the direction
You should go

You may get lost
At times you will be afraid
This is how true adventure
Is made

Lord, let me seek it
Till the end
Let adventure be
My best friend