Tag: poetry

Summer’s Love

On By MiCoIn faith, love, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen9 Comments

In the abundance of summer

I am astounded and surrounded by life.

 

A time of growth, lush and green

When the Earth awakens and the cycle of life begins.

 

The trees surround me and hang over my house.

Watching and waiting.

 

They watch us scurry about,

Sometimes missing so much in our haste.

 

But the trees know and in their knowing they stand

As silent sententials with green, growing souls.

 

Makers of light, life and breath,

Keepers of the leaves.

 

I sense their souls, and can feel the strength in their roots

Sunk deeply in the earth.

 

They stretch their arms skyward,

In a silent Om

 

And it radiates from their beings, filling the forest

With its vibrations.

 

Birds answer in kind with song,

And mummers of life stir the forest floor in praise.

 

The summer’s love is not wasted on the indifferent,

The forest sees and remembers.

Each leaf and blade of grass, patch of moss, clump of shrubs

And form of life has a hand in building the harmony of nature.

 

Everything has worth, and a role to play

In the chorus of life in love with the earth.

 

The earth sings her love back

In wind and rain, fire and hope and

 

All of creation rests in harmony.

Of Milkweed Flowers and Fireflies

On By MiCoIn love, nature, poetry11 Comments

 

The milkweed is heavy with blossoms and

The sweet summer night wind is alive with twinkling lights.

 

Fireflies sparkle in the humid mist,

Rivaling the stars.

 

Heavenly scent from the milkweed feeds my senses,

And the dew-soaked field sings to me in words unspoken.

 

A multitude of flowers, yellow, purple and rose

Gather in bunches around my feet.

 

We are brought together by light and love and

Drink in the sweetness of a night kissed promise.

 

No need for words in this place of wind

Of chi, of night flowers glowing with starshine.

 

I feel the words, I see the sounds.

I dissolve in the starshine and he and I again are one

 

With the night sky and the field of flowers.

Nothing brings him closer to me; nothing brings him closer to my heart.

 

Together we share the beauty of darkness,

Together we walk the field of light at night,

 

And together we say goodbye once more as

The morning comes and the sun’s light melts the mystery,

 

Dries the dew,

And smothers my tears.

 

6/29/15

The Garden at Midnight

On By MiCoIn nature, poetry23 Comments

The soft, gentil darkness is

Speckled with pearls of moon shine.

Pools of starlight gather between

The herbs and Sweet Annie.

Dark sky blends

With dark earth and

Flowers sleep with bowed heads

As if in prayer.

Night creatures gather in a landscape familiar to them and

Foreign to me.

The moonlight plays games

With my eyes;

Changing the colors like magic;

The familiar to the unknown and

Shadows dance across the garden

Laughing at the darkness’s efforts to hide.

The garden grows slowly in the dark.

The breath of starlight its saving grace.

The night sounds, softer than day’s

Mummer in sleepy rhythms

Lulling all to sleep while

Moon lit clouds scuttle across the night sky

As sails on a stormy sea.

But in the end, the fantasy of the night myth ends

And darkness completes its fade to day and

Morning’s magic pulls dewdrops from the sky.

Sun warmed air refreshes the breeze and pushes it on across the fields

Until the cool of the evening halts its step

And the night rhythms begin again.

Solstice Sisters

On By MiCoIn faith, family, love, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen15 Comments

Sisters at Solstice

Close in every way.

Tied together by heart strings,

Communing, sharing, boundless souls.

Summer eve’s fire of light and drums brings us together.

We woman are drummers, playing the rhythm of life.

Givers of life, keepers of souls,

Ours and others, together in harmony.

Old friends and new, first and last.

Time is no separator, souls know no distance.

Heart words flow and sage cleans as

we face our fears and hopes, hand in hand.

The vale is lifted,

The curtain swept back.

The darkness is soft and warm

with the fullness of life.

The fire light defines the dark and

our spirit moves freely between them.

Light and dark can not exist without each other,

like tear drops and smiles.

Throughout the evening, our emotions run high and then crash to

the depths and are full of hope and love, happiness and tears.

For we are women of soul, of life

and darkness, of love and laughter and light.

Sisters united in our love of life and love for each other.

Solstice sisters, inseparable, together in life and heart, always.

Coming Home

On By MiCoIn poetry32 Comments

I have to write.

It won’t let me stop.

Doesn’t matter that I

Have nothing to say.

I’ve said it all before,

The same sorry tune.

Nobody wants to hear it again,

Least of all me.

How dull, how lifeless

I have become.

My joy is dissolving,

I don’t know why.

I have asked my heart,

It doesn’t answer.

I want nothing, no kinds words

They won’t help. I am lost.

The longing continues,

The emptiness deepens.

I want to sleep in the forest,

Walk along the mountain sides,

Watch the hawks circle

in the updrafts,

and find my place in it all.

To be where I belong, to come home to me, once again.

Sitting

On By MiCoIn faith, nature, poetry, spirit, Zen6 Comments

Sitting here alone, but not

This sacred place, this field of dreams and memories

Where the wind blows the

Wildflowers in waves and

The sun hides behind

The milky clouds and is

Draped in sweet softness.

Blue shadows slip between the trees, as

Om Namah Shivaya drifts from flower to flower

On the wings of a bee.

The tangled growth at my feet

Holds the whole universe in its breath.

Dozens of varieties of life

Bloom together in perfect harmony.

No temple, church or any place of worship can compare

The spirit reside here, it is not just visiting, it belongs.

Services, Kirtans, and Masses serve to honor, praise and worship.

But this place, this existence of perfection,

Sings its own tune

Its own worship in just being.

The creator exposed in its creation.

The essence of God in the unopened milkweed flowers.

The promise and potential of love

for its own sake.

The truth can be no plainer, no more perfect,

No more beautiful.

I sit in witness and feel the grace in the grass, the life in all there is and the peace of this place.

The peace comes to me and from me, and

So I sit and by witnessing become a part of it all,

All I need to do is sit, just sit and let it be.

At a Loss

On By MiCoIn poetry10 Comments

Something has changed,

I don’t think I like it.

its not the same.

not what it was.

I can’t think,

don’t want to.

have an empty space inside,

can’t seem to fill it.

the words won’t come

the ideas are lost

why? what did I do

or not do?

nothing seems quite interesting enough,

not holding my attention,

not worth it,

i don’t think so

but … but..

what?

A disconnect, an emptiness

uncomfortable, not me.

but maybe it is, another me

one avoided, one misplaced

I’ll find myself again soon, I hope

Will you help me?

Daughters – this is one of my very first poems written a number of years ago, it needs some help, but thought I would share it anyway :)

On By MiCoIn family, poetry8 Comments

Daughters are a special gift

A blessing and a trial

But ours to hold nonetheless –

If only for a while

And in their eyes, we see ourselves

As once we were young too

But days and years fly by too fast

As they are prone to do,

Soon we find ourselves in our grandma’s shoes

With lovely daughters by our sides, in roles we rarely choose

Our roles reversed, or so it seems

to those who don’t believe

The joy to be my daughter’s child

Until I have to leave

(maybe someday I will rewrite this, it needs it – but I kind of like it the way it is too so…)

Sweet Surrender

On By MiCoIn love, poetry, spirit1 Comment

Shadows dance on the wall

And candles flicker their witness.

 

Love’s mystery is practiced and plays out

In his eyes and actions.

 

His eyes so sweet,

His actions so strong.

 

His arms encircle my body and heart and

His words sing to my soul and fill my senses.

 

The heart and heat of his touch becomes an addiction,

An addiction I am hopelessly lost in.

 

One so strong it will take over my being if I am not careful

But I fear it may be too late for caution,

 

He already owns my soul and

My body reacts on its own and moves and plays in harmony with his.

 

But this is not a love I can rest in,

It requires attention to keep it in check.

 

It threatens to take over,

To become all encompassing.

 

I need to retain the upper hand, reign it in,

Tame it down, hold it back.

 

But my resolve is weakening,

My strength losing ground as my heart prepares for surrender.

 

But in the end I realize I have nothing to fear,

As it is a sweet surrender, and one I give willingly to him, only him.

Soul Sisters

On By MiCoIn family, love, poetry13 Comments

In friendship we travel

this life together.

Stronger than romantic love with

No obligations, no guilt, just love freely given.

My soul sister and I are

bound by our thoughts and hearts.

Individuals by nature but

Sisters by choice.

We echo each other’s thoughts, our

emotions are shared and any pain made lighter.

A friendship of understanding and caring, no

Judgments, no pretense.

She starts, I finish,

I fail, she picks me up … again.

The happy light in her eyes

fills my soul with smiles and

Her tears drown me in sadness.

Her feelings are mine as mine are hers.

A bond for all life, never to be broken by years or age, distance or death.

An understanding and trust found deep and silent in our souls, no need for words.

I love you my soul sisters.