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Michael Briefs Dec 2017
Of all the kinetic ripples
that shimmer across
our luminiferous
sweep of sky,
none move me like
the voyage of sleek Sakiya,
Princess of pristine flight!
Her poise is subtle,
her path a prance,
she springs upon the air
with ballon buoyance!
It is the pantomime dance
of her spirit
which keeps her
tracing the clouds,
and her quixotic beauty
should never be covered by shrouds.
With a boundless grace and
her beatific face, we are often
reminded of angels
winging in space!
I lift my heart
as she skims the sky,
with my belief in miracles
beaming from my eyes.
Lovely Sakiya, Princess of Flight,
May your cherry blossom spirit
always reach new heights!
The picture that inspired this can be seen at:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10210683529860397&set=a.10208174166607884.1073741828.1113041505&type=3&theater
Michael Briefs Dec 2017
Look up into cool, soft water-green
leafen shapes.
Earthen grays and browns,
that with boughs reach out and surround.
These lofty arms, hands and
wooden fingers drape
the sky as a mild, wild canopy enclosure.
They impart a misty ambiance,
all silent and palpable,
offering a living stave for the avian
creatures to create their songs upon.
The forest primeval, our ancient home.
Enter and feel your core awaken,
hear your soul whisper
long forgotten secrets,
sense your skin drinking
in the moist air like a parched traveler
arising from a desert of bone and rock.
Your intuition tells the truth:
The Mother welcomes you.
To see the picture that inspired this, go to:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10213617601090344&set=a.10208174166607884.1073741828.1113041505&type=3&theater
Michael Briefs Dec 2017
Good morning. I am watching "La La Land" with my coffee. The film is compelling, have you seen it? Great stuff. But, no, as the film suggests, we can't let Jazz die. It's like the bees. We cannot survive a planet with no bees. That's a deal-breaker, full stop. Same with Jazz. Jazz music falls under the category of "That which our living blood cannot do without", you know? Yes, we need the meaner things of life, stuff like clothes and money ("meaner" indeed), but Jazz...that music is like the musical equivalent of great literature. Great books, great Jazz, great nights where you don't want to go to sleep, great...great world. So, let's keep that going, folks. Also, what ever happened to "Boy Meets Girl"? It seems like Girl Meets Girl and Boy Meets Boy are doing ok, but what about...you know, or maybe it's just MY Boy Meets Girl. Yup, probably that. Anyway, great movie. Great coffee too.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
This floral world
surrounds
her blackened wings.
Thorns hover, blood-stained,
above ashen lips...
they taste the sting.
The flight of myriad starlights
shows the way
for the final plunge
to the lonely tomb.
The creature is revealed...
it has arrived.
She has found us.
She has come home.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
Stand still.
Let your eyes capture
subtle hues
from beach to shore to wave
to oceanic horizon
to ethereal expanse.
Realize that you can join with
this silent moment by being
empty of self.
Let questions rise and fade;
let apprehensive joy hang
suspended,
below you.
For you may
emerge
beyond desire
or searching thoughts.
You are as vast as all you behold,
while letting go,
without and within.
The picture that I based this on can be seen at: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10208598342452015&set=a.10208174166607884.1073741828.1113041505&type=3&theater
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
A labyrinthine
landscape  
surrounds her soul's
volcanic
crucible.
From its dark
centrifuge churns
withering tempests
and wondrous omens!
Her elements
blaze and shift
in metamorphic
alchemies
of anonymity,
while Delphic visions
emerge
with blinding truth!
Her cerulean dream
is conceived!
The integral moment
is seized!
She
has
blossomed
into the
oneness
of
spirit.
Michael Briefs Nov 2017
Black twine tresses spilling
about her halo crown;
chaotic strands of her
psychic sight
cross, tie and tangle
in a swirl of sapience.
All light within her
reaches Heaven
through windows
of ivory and amber,
shooting luminous beams
into the deep void.
A seed empyreal creates her radiance;
A seed of purity and power...
Hers to keep,
hers to nurture,
hers to sow.
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