"enkindling" poems
Gathered pieces of a great puzzle ;
refreshed perspective like ocean riptides
foment at the confluence collecting dark rivers’ flow
Repurposing back-eddies ,
rejuvenation of stagnant brackish waters ,
inherent buried soul-shine purging
from the ancient core of earth mother
Light arising from the hidden depths
of inner stillness as if a refilling wellspring
burst forth , reawakening muted sighs unspoken
Forming poetic constellations of black and bright
to lighten afar the nebulous darkness ,
a sea of swirling ink transformed into poetry
A sage opus renewed
by the muse of a migrating flock ,
striving to discover new sacred grounds ;
yet there is an undeniable song sung
in the howling winds of change
An incitement from a higher dialect
that empowers a restoration of spirit
Oeuvre uplifted by rogue waves
of summoning winds ,
arousing that which time erases
A manifest renaissance
among the rousing nuances
of poetic continuum ,
judicious to rediscover
the enthralling vastitude
of every breaking wave
in a boundless sea of poesy
Where prevailing currents
stir oceans of verse eternal ;
provoking a verve revival ,
the magnitude of an unbroken circle ,
ocean swells merging singularity
with the omnipresent colour
of uncharted depths
As if thoughts are assuaged
by a union of intimately touching souls
with words of intangible spheres ,
sparking subtle shades of meaning
spanning poetic immortality
Transcending barriers of unexplored lexicon
to manifest the immensity,
enkindling rhapsody of hearts and minds
Deeply rooted soul replenishment
harvested from the tree of humankind ,
willingly sharing without regret nor intention ,
with deference to the soul of one-blood,
one-love enabling an enlightening
metamorphosis of the human journey ...
© harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
Oh enchanting stars
Speak to me of your stories
Tell me of the Bear's scars
And how he earned his glories
A family torn apart
By the love of the eldest sister and a bear
The father killing the bear causing them to depart
Enkindling her to turn herself into a bear and causing despair
Youngest, magic one, save your siblings
From your once beloved sister
Shoot your arrows in the sky and end the killings
Turn each one of them into stars spawning a blister
As any can see with an eye
The story is forever imprinted in the sky
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Love is more
than a ballet—
beyond gestures,
steps and poses;
more than a passing
summer breeze
soon forgotten;
a twirling pirouette
in an ever changing
season's fleeting dream
To really SEE,
— turn a blind eye
to the incantations
of what we're looking at
— lose sight of all
we preconceive —
FEEL the music
dance inside the note,
swimming deeply
inside the rivers
of its soul —
listen searchingly
to the fomenting breeze
as it fans the
smoldering flame
in your heart
Love is —
an erupted moment;
an enveloping
burst of flames
enkindling
an uncontainable wildfire
an unfolding chrysalis,
butterfly kisses wafting
in the halo around the moon
a thundering heartbeat
a fiery burning
ring enrobes —
an enchanted sunset
vanishing into an
evanescent afterglow
The downward spiral
of a burning ember
erupting in a rising moon;
climbing the rungs
of the twilight horizon
Words may sing a sad song
of love and misery;
some say: “love is forever”..,
a hesitant reminder —
your pretty words
and sweet lies
still linger where
sleeping memories lie:
you never really saw
my world straightaway
peering out through
the corner of your eyes
Looking heart to heart
through the glass reflection
within the window
of a poet’s pages,
when nobody else
in sight seems to care,
gazing right past you
like you're not even there;
only posing words
amongst the untamed
waves of emotional depth
Lying to myself
won't ever make
the truth go away
when you hear
whispered words
grow silent —
Love is more than a ballet ...
but I don't know a thing about "forever"
Jesse Stillwater ... October 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Note: this isn't my work, but a work of one of the poet named Haron River ( currently go by H A Rivers) in this site who is currently MIA! Time to time I would scour poet's work, and allow them to teach me with their wisdom with their penmanship. This was a poem Haron River gave me as a memento, but all his work is golden, and should be shared! Hopefully new comers would check his work out! Without any further ado, here it is!
Untitled
Refreshed perspective gathered words
Like the ocean riptide gather
The rivers' flow at the confluence
Repurposing back-eddies,
Rejuvenation of stagnant brackish waters
Inherent soul-shine purging
From ancient core of earth mother
Light arising from the depth of inner stillness
As if a refilling wellspring burst forth,
Reawaking sighs too deep for words
Forming poetic constellation
To lighten the nebulous darkness,
Like sea of ink transformed into poetry
A sage opus renewed
By the muse of a migrating flock
Striving to discover new sacred grounds
Yet there is an undeniable song sung
In the howling wind of change
An incitement from a higher dialect
That empowers a restoration of the spirit
Oeuvre uplifted by rogue waves of wind
Arousing that which time erases
A renaissance manifest
Among the rousing nuances
Of poetic continuum,
Provoking a verve revival
Judicious to discovery
The enthralling vastitude
Of every breaking wave
In a vast sea of poesy
Where prevailing currents
Stir oceans of verse eternal;
Provoking verve revival,
The magnitude of an unbroken circle,
Oceans swells merging oneness
With the omnipresent of color
Of uncharted depth
As if thoughts assuage
By the Union of distant touching souls,
Spark nuances spanning poetic realms,
Transcending barriers of unexplored lexicon
To manifest the immensity,
Enkindling rhapsody of hearts and minds
Deeply rooted soul replenishment
Harvested from the tree of humankind,
Willingly sharing without regret
Enabling a metamorphosis
Of the human journey
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
I'm burning the memories,
The untouchable keepsakes,
I've kept locked inside so long.
Immolating:
The way your breath would play on my neck,
And the number of freckles on your shoulder.
I'll laugh as the fire consumes:
Feeling your arms around me for the last time,
The look in your eyes,
When we finally admitted it was over.
I'm laughing now!
The flames licking higher,
With each indelible dream.
Thrown in:
Your smile,
Your walk,
The me you swore you'd love,
Every time you said forever.
And I'm laughing.
Laughter!
Laughter!
Laughter...
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 1:46 PM UTC
He is my
Sempiternal
Cynosure
My Enkindling,
Susurrous
Muse.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
I will not hide the disdain I feel, l
For the unfortunate weary souls
who have yet to see the light ,
The half men, who see it fit to belittle its enkindling
gifting unto the legions the absolution of our demise.
Unto them I see no clemency
I cede them nothing but to concede my absence.
Dam them to the merciless scowl of the unwritten histories.
Absolve them no protection,
let unearned, sweat of the brow pool
let it saturate their scar less heads.
leave only the ice autumn rains to bathe them
Ignore the frost redden pleas at the year’s end
leave them, to frolic in its benevolent grace.
To know,
To see,
To become,
because To know is to become human
and To be human is to see and do everything else.
To be human is to be Mortal.
Mortal
Graceful knowing,
Captivating, expanding, dieing
To be graceful at knowing and graceful at end
Human
Human is To be free
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
I'm
Condemned
To live
In my fear
Out of dreams
For my death
With tears and blood
With ache and joy
In agony
And ecstasy.
Getting your hate on
Sharing dark corners
Of our subconscious
In cruelest games
Fighting our feelings
In your aggressive world
Having a painful peace
In the absence of love
When my pain means your smile
And my ache means your joy
For graves of enkindling.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 7:53 AM UTC
We were but a heart on thin wires
But my body was the heart and wires
Your flat sunlight bent me in a drowse
Your moon's ********** meant to arouse
You disavowed, you broke our vow
Enkindling all limerence within now
Your forged emotions
Are what sodomized & conned my mind
Your forged emotions
Are what bend our created light
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Tonight I'll wait to see the moon's face
Hovering above that cypress tree;
Then I'll drift off to my favorite place .....
The other side of reality
Into that land where passion runs free,
And wild fantasies lurk everywhere;
My body goes limp .... Love carries me
Like a hungry lion to its lair
I'm held captive, unable to flee,
But not one complaint do I proclaim;
Love fans the embers of fantasy,
And suddenly my heart is aflame
Soon the flames are enkindling two hearts,
An embrace and a kiss enchant me;
At last Cupid's free to throw his darts,
(A fantasy day cannot grant me!)
Phantom love flourishes in the dark
Where truth cannot invade its domain;
My hunger for love has lit the spark --
Now my spirit seeks this astral plane
Where do I go when I fall asleep?
Surely, the Edge of Eternity!
And so among the shadows I creep,
Where Love dispels its uncertainty
My worldly possessions are meager,
In this life I'm but a poor renter;
Is it shocking that I'm so eager
Through this blest passageway to enter!
If Love cannot find me in the light,
Then let my eyes permanently close;
Loneliness is banished from my sight
While my eyes are shut in sweet repose
So let me dwell where day's dormant dreams
Can awaken with temerity,
And woes are drowned in Love's sparkling streams ....
The other side of reality
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
Inside craters of mind I wander,
feeling fumes of dark energies rise.
Shadow figures embark
attempting to take sanity,
trying to drown self in sea of sorrows
where pity is infused in undertow.
Breath of inner resolve circles within
building momentum,
as standing position is taken
to conquer negativity.
Reprograming process commences
as craters become basins of light.
Deep breath integrates voice
saying farewell to dark
Hello to self love.
Inside pause under moon rays,
warrior within takes over.
Affirmations fly
as each word
is knife of power. cutting away dark.
“I’m a trooper who shall never give up.”
“I will conquer demons from past lives.”
“I believe in self and am sacred.”
Canyon of heart resonates
with power phases enkindling peace,
in all cells as mind pattens of past sadness
find exit route with another breath.
Light hugs inside delicate song
ridding self of baggage of loneliness.
And freedom rings while heartbeats plays
Never alone. Never alone, evermore.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
Though you are
all the reason behind
this mess my heart is
enkindling in my
thoracic cavity,
you will always be
my only calm after
the storm.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
our bodies are worn out
of transitions yet we cannot complain, because with this,
our supplications are temporal
or forever, it is much to our liking. numeral once more
are the aches of toil
and soon enough, there will be
a spark to put an end to this
darkness of living our lives. we cannot complain anymore. our soul cuts itself in our movements yet we go unaware of it, barefaced with pride over the things we own, things we want and do not need - we remain to be the culprit to our own soul's demise and what do we do to fend of their emphases? we cling onto things without thinking their affectations, and we blame the pressing happenstances of our deprivations - bereft of soul's spruce, lights flay over our homes to illuminate what is touchable, what is frantic upon sensorial matters. we dwarf ourselves down to the size of our own shallow ponds and like fish struggling to subsist, we flame in the water and drown in potamic navigations of our tired limbs. we search for meaning yet we resign to what circumstances allow to pass through our structures. our soul is famished over the drought of our landscapes - we resign to its surrender because we are frightened to smallness by the weight of the duties we neglect to ourselves.
this mortal flame is close to dying
and there is no enkindling it
to its full glare.
what have we done!
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
_One_. Your curls are meticulously moussed
That is how it sits on your skull so perfectly
Rounded and beautiful
Your smile resounds some kind of light when you allow it to show
_Two_. Worldly green eyes
Holding so much in
Don't hesitate to break the shiny glass that seals the nature from breaking through
The blinks and movements speak so much more
Three. Your face interests me beyond words
All the sharp edges and peculiar turns
A windy road provides path to expression on your stunning face
Please never stop talking
Four. Your skin is gloriously golden sunshine
Enkindling the kindest, most empathetic inklike irises
And your laughter, sweet
Sugar cane
Five. Patterned skin
Lines and lines
Wonderfully experienced
Let's travel along your skin like a railway
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 8:03 PM UTC