Author: MiCo

I have a deep love of writing, especially poetry. I write from my heart and hope others will find some value in what I have to say.

Cut Glass

On By MiCoIn earth, nature, poetry, seasons4 Comments

It came in the night.

Not silent like time,

but with a taping and clicking.

All night I heard it.

I knew they didn’t know.

They were already asleep.

Warm sleep deep down in silent winter sleep.

When morning came and the sun caressed them

they sparkled like cut glass in their coating of ice.

They didn’t know that someone had dressed them while they slept.

I was the only witness to the magic, this winter magic.

I must remember to tell them in the spring when their sap flows again

and their buds unfurl.

I wonder if they’ll believe me.

Winter trees

 

Stunned

On By MiCoIn changes, earth, love, nature, poetry2 Comments

 He lays silently in the snow

Tiny heart pounding, feathers rumpled,

eyes blinking, waiting for his head to clear.

My existence here, here in my space with its clear reflecting glass sometimes brings pain and suffering to the very creatures I want to help.

But he who lays silently in the snow doesn’t judge me.

He is innocent and unaware of the glass that stunned him.

So I give him space, wait a while and when next I look, my heart cheers to find him gone.

Flown away, back to his world of blue sky and white snow.

His glass-less world of silence and cold.

A world that I, despite my so-called intelligence and desire to help,

Could never recreate.

The Ballet of Life

On By MiCoIn poetry7 Comments

The ballet of life is

a play of light and shadow.

Where bodies move and sweep emotions into being.

Their interplay of physical and emotional strength portrays a

man and woman connected in dance as in life and love.

Two bodies move as one in response to

the primordial rhythm of existence.

Two become one in spirit and flesh.

Hands and hearts glide together

joining the masculine and feminine in an endless dance of love and power.

He shares his with her and she hers with him in a

dance that becomes a battle of love, a flow of exquisite pain and destroying joy.

Two lovers who love for love’s sake alone,

 flow together in the dance of eternity,

believing in the union of man, woman and music

become one together in the ballet of life.

Home Together

On By MiCoIn Joy, poetry, spirit4 Comments

I hear cries in the darkness of the night.

They are sounds from my soul draped in velvet.

I hear songs sung in whispers

floating between the night trees as

silent, invisible swirls of chi

mingle with my thoughts and

illuminate my soul.

I lie down on the mossy forest floor and

feel myself seep into the earth to

become one with the trees and starry night sky.

All separation dissolves and everything exists together

at this singular point in time and space.

The forest and I have become one in spirit and soul,

both human and Divine.

We are all home together at last,

never to be alone again.

 

To Be

On By MiCoIn changes, courage, dreams, faith, light, poetry1 Comment

There is a thickness to humanity.

A dense and heavy layer.

A disguise, a cover, an excuse.

A veil of mystery waiting to be

Lifted, awakened, removed.

There is so much, so much in each one,

So deep, so vast, so hidden.

But there are those moments,

Moments of clarity, moments of knowing,

Moments of awareness for even the

Most unaware.

The richness that hides beneath

Comes to the surface, unbidden but persistent.

Always there in each of us, waiting behind the scenes, waiting to be noticed,

Waiting to be

To be

To just be

And be done.

The Candy Drawer

On By MiCoIn poetry, sweetness2 Comments

A candy drawer.

Do you have one?

I do.

It’s a secret, special place,

One filled with an assortment of sweets.

The last drawer in by bureau,

The one I can reach from my bed.

It sits closed most of the time,

Filled with sugar and yummies.

It is a place that gives me permission.

What shall it be tonight?

A spice drop, bit of chocolate, or a refreshing fruity burst?

Its all up to me, every time, my choice,

Only mine.

If only life were as accommodating and approving

As my candy drawer.

Once More

On By MiCoIn changes, courage, poetry, Writing1 Comment

This well isn’t dry,

Not yet.

I feel it stirring,

Waking up.

There is a sense of fullness in my head.

My thoughts are racing, competing, but none are clear.

They are busy working things out on their own,

Hidden from me in a misty veil

Until one, that special one, breaks through

And brings with it a flood of words.

Not from me but through me from

Behind the veil.

I can’t tell the veil when to lift,

It tells me, and after it has had its way,

Has said what it needed to say,

It slips back behind my eyes, rests and is silent.

And the words sleep and are at peace until

The stirring begins again and the veil is lifted,

Once more.