#wonderment
Are love and grief not of the same vein?
To have loved and lived so ferociously
That all that remains is loss?
Like the long dangling cord
At the end of a violin note
I find myself in blurred lines
For the more I fall
The greater the grief
What is grief if not love I suppose
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
From the edges of enchanted brilliance, you enter even brighter shining in your glory, instantly I am drawn to your kindred spirit and I am at home once again.
My already calm being is even calmer bathed in your energy, we have lived a thousand lives, yet I am attracted magnetically to your complete soul essence.
Like a moth to a flame, attempting to avoid the pain and dancing with the danger that for so many reasons is wrong, but feels right. Souls know no boundaries.
Living in the material plane conditioned by culture and society's conventions invokes limitations, which in turn focus on surmountable challenges.
Yet I have a quiet happiness and a joyous & peaceful serenity within, where sometimes confusion looms, but love still grows and rises to support you.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
Just like rain drops
my tears fall
watering seeds sown
from my past.
Before too long
they will flower
into wonderful opportunities,
stunning all those who see,
never knowing the damaged roots that lay underneath.
For you see the colourful bloom reached for the sun,
Illuminating the world in a sea of colour,
ready to take on life's next adventure.
Just like rain drops
my tears fell
watering seeds sown
ready to bloom into wonderment.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
It's a similitude quite like none other I have composed...
I was like a bird, upon which back there is a burden which limits it's every movement and pull it down everytime it try to take off, yet unable to relieve itself of the burden cause he feared the outcome of laying off such a burden.. It was a Burden of quintessence to him, for it might make or unmake, destroy or bind the very home it cherished, adored and not ready to give it up for anything not even this burden, but the moment, though it required much audacity needed for a forceful abduction of ..."Donald Trump. From the White House".. he choose the option, to let down the burden.. And now with the God given broad wings and the much enthusiasm from the outcome of the relief, it will take a flight like never before, so high it will put all beholders in wonderment..
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC
Life is unfair, brutality is around the air
I always wonder how can God let this happen around me, life is just so unfair
God just lets this happen to others around me and the world. Why am I so sad, people will ask, don’t they see or even feel sympathetic towards the people who have to endure a lot of brutality
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
Just a short New Year's Wish
Raise a glass and toast the year
Think back now and debate
Another week and it's dusted and done
Goodbye to old two oh one eight
Regardless how it started
And what happened through the year
Celebrate that you're here at the end
And raise a nice cold glass of beer
The Mayans missed about the end of life
And now we've another year to go
A new adventure that will be twelve months long
What it brings, I'm sure that no one knows
So, raise a glass to the end of another long year
And get set to step out once again
I wish you could all have the best year of all
and then multiply all that by ten
Two Oh One Nine could be a year of wonderment
A year that all your dreams come true
It's not predetermined or up in the stars
What you get is all now up to you
So, raise a glass and celebrate that you're still here
And start the New Year off with a smile
A toast to the past and one to what's to come
And let's make it the best year by a mile
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
And in this morning
ice-baked skies
that I be drawn to the
glass-cold window
was a pleasant
albeit utter surprise
To see -- I did!
Across the way
beyond the oak
between the frost
and misty cloak
the Monarch
who flittered by!
The grand vision
-- crystal snow
drifting flakes
against noble color
such a butterfly!
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
Heaven, can't you get enough?
Marble orchards dedicated to
your sustenance. Your creation.
Love and mourning meant to be enough.
For us.
When do you have your fill?
Of course, you're abstract.
Not gluttonous; you haven't
the odd ends of humanity.
You stretch and warp and fill to a non-brim.
Forever.
That is comfort to some others.
Thank you for getting us to where we are now.
To feed our narcissism in washing our hands of you.
Who created whom?
Which came first, the despair or the divine?
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
"How my mind always needs to wander,
Looking for a new and grander view,
Having to quench my thirst with the worlds passions,
I turn to nature to light my creativity,
Yet, you have a spark that makes it catch as well,
You can make me ponder,
All the worlds endless wonder.
Its you that always seems to amaze,
And you that turns my heart ablaze."
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
Take my fetus and go
Through and through the mighty seas,
Cleft of stubborn knocks and the bayonets
Rocking through and through the eves. Whose pirouettes and epilepsy crooked, Asunder, blessing the attenuated biology of Say, a field mouse or the hummingbird. What nuisance it transcends itself into. How It has marred even the plight to lock oneself In that windowless box of time. The Atemporal box featuring those curious amaranthine engravings about its sides, upon its top. Though the blood may not spill from side to side, and while the nellypot may collywaddle, there is an immense sincerity akin, fused afore to the intimacy of an authenticated orphic boketto.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
After the newness of this new perspective
Clears like a fog in the mountain pass
What will you want then?
Soon after the end of this or that?
I wonder...
Where will you stand?
And have you since realized the value stored within?
So much so that it might make you want to go back?
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
Wondering through
the complex mazes
of the wind,
trying to feel beyond
what I cannot see;
trying to see beyond
what I can feel ―
The echoes of the breeze
invigorate the stillness
The weight
of a world heavy
expands like the traces
of life lived
packed deeply beneath
jagged fingernails
Lost in the wilderness
of my soul,
a feral wind
abides silently
as I wonder alone
from end to end
... side to side
through a portal
shapeless as the wind
Blinded by a collective
bioluminescent light
rooted deeply within,
intimately touching
crystalline fountains
as the deepest pools
of innate blackness unfold
in the wake
I reverently touch
the inward rhythm
where a heart strong
runs alone …
feeling its
pulsing cadence
quake and thunder
in reach …
Rivulets thrumming across
the burgeoning blossom
of soothing netherworld seas
Washing away
all the memories made
like the shapeless waves of wind
moving the stillness
beyond
wild is the wind ... 1. 27. 2017
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Nature's transformation,
As the hills
woods,
and glens
are shepherded into
their seasonal
changing rooms,
each coming
out
entirely
unrecognisable.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
I don't like
you
this
conversation,
My mind
flits
away
like a disturbed
fruit
fly,
Then I miss
your
comment,
Trouble returns,
Rewind
repeat.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Closed at 10am,
With customers outside,
Opening at 12pm,
By then the interest's died.
*Sometimes I feel as a blogger, like a shopkeeper with no customers. It isn't that I want people to buy anything, but it would be nice to have a few folk wander in and browse for a while. We may not have free WiFi, but we could always just talk to each other.......
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
*evermore eyes so bright
they could pierce starlight,
a twinkling wonderment
of an infectious smile,
the ultimate sentiment
'pon a captivated heart
in a tender child's
earnest devotion of
unyielding adoration*
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Caught between
asking too many questions
while dreading the answers
or never asking questions
& letting the fear of ignorance take over
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
I said you were a weakness
I said you were a drug
And you could cure a lifetime of sadness with one of your hugs
I said that you were different
I said you understood
But now I see, you never could
I said that you were truthful
You said you wouldn't let go
But even with that promise
I feel you drifting farther so
I fear that I must go
I don't do little heartbreaks
I do full on emotional lakes
so I take back what I said
every single word
I can move on within time
I'm independent
I'm self assured
Haven't you heard?
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
He describes me as a snowflake: whimsical and quickly lost.
He describes me as the first raindrop: fast to arrive, yet just as fast to leave.
He describes me as a scar: carefully placed and forever to stay.
He describes me as a hand written letter: unique and rarely found.
He describes me as many things:
but never "His."
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
Love blooms
like a rose
eternally beautiful.
Lazy days
of wonderment
betrayed by age.
Beauty remains
as time passes
fades, then decays.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Bathed in silver moonlight,
Falsely reassured by unwavering stillness,
My eyes open to a place left behind,
Where I lie gurgling; uncomprehending.
Where my infancy fell and I learned to walk.
And I watch now, curiously; uncomprehending
The scene that forms in my eyes.
Adolescence is seen stealing the previous throne
With bribes of new emotion and mischief
And flows into my entire childhood
A river come under rule of the sea.
And I watch uncomprehending; distant from
The boy that once climbed trees.
Trees wither as Autumn comes; shed leaves
And I drift through space and time
Not watching the clock; free.
The young adult is in a palace of smoke
Wandering through echoing halls
Trying to reach the throne.
The sea.
And when the doors open, debility
Comes creeping; hair white as the snow, beneath my feet.
I see shattered limbs running away
From demons underneath.
The present tugs at me; my worried spouse.
And away I go, from the newborn; ignorant,
Watching day and night embrace; two halves of one
Locked in a dying embrace, afraid to let go
And even now, mortality
An essential nightmare still grips me; a devious fiend
Hiding behind the impassive, unyielding
Father time.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC