Tilly

Tilly Jun 2013

We, stayed up late;
Saw his shadow cast away
a distance. Sung his song.

We, rise alone:
Clutching the fruits of
imaginings. Sated of hunger.

We hear birdsong
& bees, pollinating the blossom,
in everlasting harmony.

We watch steam
form clouds around us,
alighting over our morning cups.

We stir, refreshed, tasting nectar anew.

Qui?
Qui!
Qui...
Oh... qui

stayed up late,
watched the moon
... an apple & Americano for breakfast,
whilst baking a cake :)

Tilly Jun 2013

Renewal... just once more (Poem Art)

. even' .
closer    let me
   feel you,      whole,
  as      our darkness
brims full     again
with pearlised
. light .

Super Moon June 23rd
Conversely the tiniest thing I've ever written, so, a big noise to go with the Silence fits too
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOm2fLucQ9g

Enjoy...
as healing energies abound,
our change is constant

Tilly Jun 2013

Curiosity turns everything, in a poets' hand. Do you hold the key? (Poem Art)

papered white,
there is one wall in
  his room of spines for
a muse. His beautiful
   abstraction ~ carved
  &   polished    ~
       hung as his
hourglass;
Inverting
light & time
with a resonance
of understanding as
beads of fiction fall*

    *Colouring other walls vibrant
                           these spines shine
                                   with jewels
                             imbibing
                           his souls'
         faceted
         light
with
            hope

        *      *   free    *         *
                her       *        *
*

You decide, an Hourglass or a Keyhole?

When gifted with an empty 'box' to fill recently,
the poetess' curiosity found Hope remains... Inside :)

... an extract taken from Hesiod ~ Works and Days
&
a lyric from Adele ~ Rolling in Deep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw

"Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not fly away.
Before [she could], Pandora replaced the lid of the jar."

"Turn my sorrows into treasured gold....
you'll pay me back in kind,
and reap just what you sow"

Tilly Jun 2013

Not always... (putting a fork in it) when it's Done (4:20)

"Weary traveller...
                              Journeying, is not a destination.*
                                   Come* ~ seek solace now~ & rest; Within,
                                                                                                                       a dappled canopy of forest light".

of moving on...
& perhaps, finally, being able to see
the wood for the trees

:)

Tilly Jun 2013

She, lingers on the edge ... for Summer Solstice (Poem Art)

let us walk thro'
salve & orange diamonds,
to the place where sea meets sky.
             wild fires will surround us both, in
          1000 jars of sighs.   Do we dare set
compass, to where others fear to
tread & find our sacred centre
in the gold orb o'erhead*
...................................................................................................................................

Happy Solstice,
may it be your longest day,
of Peace & Love x

... feel the Elements connecting distance, with light <3

Tilly Jun 2013

...pressed (poem art)

We
speak
in flowers,
     heady blooms
     and English
Tea rose
     buds**.
     ~ *Taking
                 scents
                         to nose,
                                             & to a
                                                hearts'
                                                              blank
                       book

of time...
& tales
- from a honeysuckle scented garden
:)

(10w x2)

Tilly Jun 2013

to touch reality... (4:20)

Wild fires rage (dispersed & contained),
without smoke slipping through your fingers;
~ Feeling the future is like catching sparks ~
    unseen
  ...

Happy Monday... x

- and to the 1%
(lol)
Really?! Do you reckon so?