"beaconing" poems
In the dark night I was prevented from my satisfying slumber,
as I was troubled by my rooms dark corner.
Though my eyes were soon to be sealed,
may my dreamcatcher cure me from this dreadful darkness to be revealed.
Thankfully, the dreamcatcher protected me through this night,
as I was navigated to an existence so bright.
I was floating above the sea as I saw the lights
of thousand beaconing lighthouses from these ongoing heights.
Keenly guided from all insecurities,
I now clearly see the seas of opportunities.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Again the moonlights company
4 am. She's somewhere.
About the skies glow
Stars flicker eyes turn
Search seek
A lone northern light
A light show
I gaze up to search for
And she's there I turn. My
Sight looks beyond now
Beyond my dim sight
Farther than I can reach
And I hope.
I remember
I close my eyes
And see.
But
For tonight
Her memory
And the moon
Light glow northerly
And a star's
Twinkle
And all my might
Are all I can see.
She is everywhere
But here...
She walked this night
in a snow covered field
as the snow blew all around
dancing diamond’s, iridescent light
with a kiss, the magic was sealed.
To the sky she points, lights appear
stunning colors, fill the dark of night
a graceful dance, only he will see
the beauty of the northern lights.
To him, she sends, her heart, her soul
through lights that dance among the stars
pushing back a looming shadow
she takes comfort in their beautiful memoirs.
Closing her eyes, she sees his face
his eyes, his heart, her beaconing light
pushing back that looming shadow
bringing comfort to her fright.
So she walks this night
in a snow covered field
as the snow blows all around
dancing diamond’s, iridescent light
with a kiss, the magic was sealed.
~
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
It calls to me in the wind,
Like a soft, warm whisper,
Beaconing me home.
It wraps its cold hands around my throat,
And I am at it's mercy.
I am free in its chains.
I am powerfully weak.
Like a threaded puppeteer,
I am no longer in control.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
I lay here in these shambles
an arm's reach from the door
laying in the jagged pieces of my heart
broken stained glass upon the floor
reflections of red speckles
shimmer on the wall
and I breathe a darken breath
as I grasp the taken fall
I wait for the darkness to come
to hide this shattered heart
to take away the dancing red
for night to play it's part
And if you come back
by morning's light
to perhaps repent
You will find not a trace of me
no lovely moments spent
Nor will you find my shattered heart
none of the pain that you had sent
But, if you are so foolish
to find your way here at night
I will be waiting for you
With a venomous bite
I will take away your sun
Take that beaconing light
I will steal your heartbeat
and replace it with insight
The darkness it would like you
embracing that shallow heart.....
Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 2:58 PM UTC
Kylie
A song bird with a broken wing the cancer like the archer’s arrow pierced the breast the spirit widens
Under storm laden skies from inward hush and silence an opening umbrella of prayer provides a shield
The buffeted retreats to sheltering rocks and finds the hidden stream within depths blessed bindings
In warmest recesses your steps guided by the unseen over and through this dark passing new findings
With down cast eyes you continue the dark streets the home of the sick and the broken pain unspoken
You came upon these deep downward steeps from the flood lights and euphoric accolades of fame
Before your lyrical melodies were joyful expressive now will carry weighty and knowing sterling acclaim
Mined from troubles hard unrelenting walls finally the richest golden ore through your feelings pour
A little ease by the mystical dreams when sleep restores still withdrawn faces in the moonlight so pale
For a time at heaven you rail to costly you barter all that is thine to own backed by a great pink brigade
You fight with unstoppable courage you lead the march you find ground unvisited you go on without fail
Beaconing to legions behind encouraging you carry the burning torch showing the way through the dark
This my only desire I stand in this human body frail knowing my limitations but from the fight I call you
Don’t be afraid and never say give up to many are depending your touch glorious women you defend
Say in song the mystery you found in a city all alone you met sisters not age defined all filled with youth
In your face I see the unexplainable the untraceable a strength born from conflict a secret knowing
This is dedicated to Kylie Minouge Melissa Eatheridge and all breast cancer survivors
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:13 AM UTC
Slender
you wear
a palatine Ivory
beneath your dress.
I trace the sea of your eyes
with mine.
As you catch your lip between teeth
and tilt your head, beaconing
my gaze with yours.
your smile unbuttons my shirt
and you twist, the wings of your hips,
Urgent, seek my grip.
We find a bedroom.
My back finds the burnished brick
as you push me to it
your hands lead mine
to curve of your waist,
to the loops in your lace.
and all is undone.
Lips sink to neck, to shoulder
To breast, to the pink betwixt your ivory.
and soon we are sundered on linen sheets
like tulip petals after a storm.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
A song bird with a broken wing the cancer like the archer’s arrow pierced the breast the spirit widens
Under storm laden skies from inward hush and silence an opening umbrella of prayer provides a shield
The buffeted retreats to sheltering rocks and finds the hidden stream within depths blessed bindings
In warmest recesses your steps guided by the unseen over and through this dark passing new findings
With down cast eyes you continue the dark streets the home of the sick and the broken pain unspoken
You came upon these deep downward steeps from the flood lights and euphoric accolades of fame
Before your lyrical melodies were joyful expressive now will carry weighty and knowing sterling acclaim
Mined from troubles hard unrelenting walls finally the richest golden ore through your feelings pour
A little ease by the mystical dreams when sleep restores still withdrawn faces in the moonlight so pale
For a time at heaven you rail to costly you barter all that is thine to own backed by a great pink brigade
You fight with unstoppable courage you lead the march you find ground unvisited you go on without fail
Beaconing to legions behind encouraging you carry the burning torch showing the way through the dark
This my only desire I stand in this human body frail knowing my limitations but from the fight I call you
Don’t be afraid and never say give up to many are depending your touch glorious women you defend
Say in song the mystery you found in a city all alone you met sisters not age defined all filled with youth
In your face I see the unexplainable the untraceable a strength born from conflict a secret knowing
This is dedicated to Kylie Minouge Melissa Eatheridge and all breast cancer survivors
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 3:09 PM UTC
Un-relentlessly beaconing to us with the ebb and flow of passing time,
Lake Winnipeg crashed against her rocky shoreline.
Creating harmonious ambiance for the star struck budding lovers lost in each others eyes.
Oh contingency, lock your hands with fate.
Make this moment surpass even time.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Talking
It use to be so simple
Yet now it’s all a blur
Rushing and hammering in my head
Fear strikes out
As words hold tight
My throat clenches as sadness jerks
And yet nothing comes out
I want to say so many things
But the thought that you might reject
Turns me into a statue
Begging to be released
So I sit there silent
Hoping that I can muster the courage
Hoping that I get through
Hoping to break down this fear
I hold back tears
Wishing that something would happen
Wishing that something would come out
Hoping that the words just break free
I’m in a corner now
It’s either speak or be forgotten
And I fear it will be the latter
For nothing will escape this cage
Pleading and beaconing
The words tangle up
Getting stuck in my throat
As the rush all at once
Will they ever be free?
Only time will tell
But I fear that time
Is one thing I don’t have
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
Have you ever let the night sky blanket you during the dead of night?
The barest of clouds invited to a masquerade with the subjects of the moon,
pirouetting with such grace and skill that it appears to be a work of the gods?
She is a silent melody whispered to those who listen
Did you know that the moon is warm?
A golden halo radiating her beauty,
beaconing your gaze towards her
She is a haven,
sanctuary,
the only one I can truly call home and the guide who watches over me
I know that if nothing else,
there is the moon.
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 5:36 AM UTC
Cold dawn breaks gray
I can only stay still so long.
From under a mountain of blankets,
The only warmth I feel.
You're gone.
I stretch out my hand
To touch an empty space beside me.
Only my heart has a larger void.
Rain falling off the eaves,
Like tears from Heaven.
Knowing you're not here beside me,
Sharing in my misery.
Your pillow still carries your scent.
Reminding me of nights gone by,
Love that this bed knew...
Before.
The soft sheets that embrace me.
Enveloping me like you did,
Only a substitute, a tease.
Not to compare with you.
As thunder begins to crash,
Just like my emotions taking flight.
Giving credence to what was.
Sparking energy into a hollow shell.
That fluffy cotton robe you bought me
Embraces me from neck to toe.
Silk, you want to encase me in
But for winter, you wanted me warm.
Time. Time to start another day.
Reluctant to leave this sanctuary.
A place that feels safe and known.
Scents, mine and your's, mingled into one.
Silently, I pad down the hall.
The rain a steady downpour.
House in shadowed gray,
I search for light.
In the distance of another room,
Beaconing glow appears.
Slowly I advance to unknown scenes
My sighs, leading the way.
There, surrounded by glowing candlelight,
Is you.
With hesitance I lean on the doorframe
Waiting for you to speak.
No words are necessary.
It's still storming, we have candlelight.
Ah, to begin a day, as you take me in your arms,
Dancing to the music of the rain.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 6:20 AM UTC
When night visits on tomorrow’s threshold
Dreams waver to sway with a gentle breeze
Storms in the distant clash with lightening
Green is hidden by stormy gray shadow
Earth moves with full moon in tow
Beaconing the sunlight to whisper
Oh yes, Enchantment endears wonders
Mysteries of love grow on a divine path
Harp is in tune with her enchanted finger tips
Spreading a song beyond in clear dew skies
Apple tree blossoms in spring with her coaxing
Birthing fruit of the earth, wrestling to belong
Darkness waivers to hold, sun kisses horizon
Sleep yawn takes shore with spuming echoes
Brightness blinds a seagull twinkling eye
Night is vanished as the Morning Whispers
© Cathy Hodgson
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Off from the crimson rose drops a last petal
Twirling, spinning into a void
Once there was brightness, fading only to black
A mind once busy left blank
Teetering on a razor sharp edge
Breath held in life’s longest wait
Searching for anything to occupy endless wait
Then down drifts the crimson petal
A handhold to pull away from the edge
Distract from the pastime of staring into the void
Grasping for any detail there in the blank
Looking for a spot of hope in the deep black
Further fall to the oppressive black
Weaving a story to carry through the wait
Though that thick blanket is better left blank
A song dependant on one lonely petal
The only thing to ever survive the void
Sitting, singing there so close to the edge
An evil beaconing urges, jump over this edge
Fall through through the black
Came through the void,
The body freezes, it is committed to it’s wait
By feet settle a single crimson petal
The mind shies away, thoughts are safer blank
Why do we wait for the world to go blank?
Oh, but what harm over this edge?
When hope only appears as a lonesome petal
One speck of crimson to soften the black
Why be plagued by this wait?
Not even a whole rose to draw from the void
Don’t look longingly into the void
Knowing that it will finally be true blank
Is this all to life, an endless wait?
Until a simple, small step over the edge
Waiting to fade from grey existence to black
Searching for hope in the symbol of a petal
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Nighttime.
Cars light up my room.
I count.
The moon keeps me awake,
Beaconing.
I can hear you.
Telling me to do it-
Hurt me, you, them...
Everyone.
Thoughts SCREAMING.
Words begging to become actions.
I close my eyes.
Deep, deep, deep breath.
It's just a thought.
Grounded.
Soft sheets, pillows...
Moon, stars, lights.
It's quiet.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
You're not my “something real”,
not my “wish upon a star”.
Even as you lay here with me
my mind complains and my heart
disdains.
You are not my drug nor the White Rabbit
from such tales.
Even now, as your lips touch mine
the breathing of my brains holds static.
You warm hands exploring every inch of
my **** body, however, those tell a different
tale.
Every hot spot on my flesh you slightly caress
makes my nerves erratic.
Beaconing to me with luscious promises
the only way you can stir my breath.
See?
Just a hobby, only a pastime.
All we seek based on carnal sin.
You are not my treasure, nor am I yours-
and yet we choose to linger entangled within
these sheets.
We seek the comfort of compassionate hands,
of accepting lips, God we are insane.
All we come to find between us is but a
way to **** the void of Time in our shriveled
little hearts.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
The crescent moon had a silvery glow
lowly set on the dark shielded horizon
upon the clouded patch of glowy stars
towards the vast fields where cattle gaze
each with a light on pitch-black alleyways
following the muddy patterned paths
in the countryside of Burstall, we hustle
rumbling in hay sheds, beside the puddle
where torrential rains settled in a wrestle
It's been a 100 years since the war erupted
trenches charged with championed fears
cannons eroded with plentiful hopeful tears
The vicar of Burstall collared and robed
in front of masses with declarations of peace
lease of the acquisition, long-live the empire
denoted by the pitched but fading trumpet
off -keyed to the shrine of the beaconing light
where a chair is set fire-up high, in a glorious chant......
"Anna, stop giggling...we shall remember them Anna"
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
Her voice fills my soul
with melodic harmony
Every tone, pitch, ebb and flow
A surreal tranquility
The soft, mesmerizing allure of her eyes,
Beaconing me to rest my heart there
A haven where no evils lies
The touch of her hand
Upon my head
Soothes any pain
I've ever felt
It all falls into place
In her stead
No more angst,
The uncertainty does melt
Without trying
Not an effort gained
She completes me
Without trying
This undying bliss
my heart is forever stained
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
I stand alone I am alone
But the shadow is not my own
I am alone I stand alone
The shadow on
The wall
A written dream
Can seem to be
Just a shadow on the wall
Beaconing to you from me and to all who can see
Do you see the shadow of me
purposely it is from me it can only be
Shadow poetry
Lingering
In the words I speak
And it hurts you see I can only be the
Shadow on the wall
And in the night
I am hidden to thee
For you cannot see me
I am just
A shadow on
The wall
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
new dynamic enters the stratus
something shifting
triangulated attitudinally
sitting on a chesterfield
brushing away lint from grey trousers
thinking about ending the lollygagging
and crushing despondency
with action akin to space flight
energetic tingles transform
particulates blend and restructure
transformer style
before unknown element
lose in society
beaconing children and religious
to eat of the space fruit
Orion’s apple
the pope wants us to be open to alien religion –
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
She is all that is holy
A beaconing light
As gold as her hair
She is a force
To be reckoned with
More than
I could ever be
She is wonder
And innocent laughter
Beyond the years
She could even experience
She is the dancing flame
Too bright for this world
A compassionate touch
In a strange, numb existence
The core of the universe
The common denominator
The solution to all conflict
She is the sunrise and sunset
And every waking moment
Before me and
Behind my eyelids
Every decision I make
Holds a trace of her
Like a fingerprint
Left at a crime scene
Forever important
Forever placing her there, with me
She is the rabbit
You could never catch
The snowy owl
The mighty lion
The butterfly skipping between flowers
She is a rainfall of joy
And a tear drop of rage
And she is the moon
Oh yes -
She is the moon
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
The moon stands tall in all her grace thus beaconing the tide to her, he ever committed rises and falls with vigour and excitement
In ecstasy they dance their rhythm
The birds fly high in owe
Whilst the sea creatures glide with their momentarily fate
Until a calmness of peace succumbs them once again
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
I walked out the door
The wooden deck met
As it always had
Looking up
I saw the tree
Finally blooming
In the spring
All of the anger
Frustration
Pity and
Depression
Faded.
Perhaps that's where I belong
With that tree
Beautiful in the summer
Nostalgic in the fall
Dead in the winter
And in the spring
Alive.
The trees knew something
How to balance life
In a perfect way
Every day good and bad
The wind helped and hurt
Green and awe
Inspiring.
I thought
I might belong
With them
The trees
Where the world of humanity
Didn't matter
Where the rise and fall created Wholeness.
I was trapped
With an idea of what
The world was
A tremulous chaos
Each day
A different and unknown
Struggle.
How I wish I were the tree
That stood green
With first bloom
So still
And beaconing
Alone.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
torpedoing gravity
shredding the air
increasing rumble roars
through pits of me
defying gauzy grey
cold wet blankets
shivering dim
and then
the sun
cosmic pyre
radial aglow
we harpoon myst
as clouded ceiling morphs
into billowy cotton net
beaconing warmth
apprehension subsides
into eyes wide wonder
all frosted baby blue
and expansive roads
from here
can't succumb
to turbulent thrums
breathe on through
'cause I wanna
be the view
mile-high throb
direct to home
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC