Water Lily Magic

Nature Magic heals. Flower Magic inspires. Beauty soothes my soul.

I am feeling grateful for my happy place. For time to walk. And time to sit. For cygnets and water lilies and red-winged blackbirds. For birds chirping and insects buzzing. For the sweet smell of the air.

Life is good.

Torn Asunder

I wasn’t sure if “annihilation” was the word I needed at the end, so I checked its meaning. In addition to the common meaning, there’s this:

Physics.

Also called pair annihilation. the process in which a particle and antiparticle unite, annihilate each other, and produce one or more photons.

 

Healthy Wealthy and Wise

 

Open sleep-shut eyes
Unplug lie-glued ears
Behold Rainbow Life
the miracle tone
always
rings inside

Rising from Ashes

muddled yearning
ever turning
fire in my bowl

stir it
feed it
don't impede it
burning makes me whole

Priestess of the Fire Tribe by Martin Bridge

Eternal Entirety’s Longest Bridge

Four
furious
fabulous
fantastical
years I am astir.
Awakened by wonder.
Blown, cleaved, shattered asunder.
Creeping. Crawling. Leaping. Soaring.
Traversing, in dazed bewilderment,
Eternal Entirety’s longest bridge.
Beams break. Decks collapse beneath my feet.
Dumped. Swung in circles. I retreat.
No place to hide in transit.
Flailed. Flayed. Foresaken.
Impetus for Life
pulses, surges
purifies
pushes
on.

Elusive Dream

Cars. Lawnmowers. Jets.
Unmelodic, disharmonious machines
disrupt my poem.
Persistent, distressing noises
destroy my peace.

If I listen with my eyes,
immerse myself in still waters,
equilibrium is restored,
For a moment,
desire to drown.

Hope (not)

Foolish foibled fantasy
Encouraging lie
Faulty persuasion

masquerading as comfort
does not absolve wickedness

And Again

Sing me a flower.
Unleash fount of creation.
Revive half-dead hope.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #106 Sing&Flower – ronovanwrites https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/07/18/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-106-singflower/

World Between the Worlds

In the calm after the storm
a window to heaven opens.
Like Polly and Digory,
Jump!

Peace-Seekers’ Benediction

The calm before the storm titillates,
tantilizes with its foreboding foretelling.

Sooner or later,
eletric bolts and gods’ chest-thumping
chase creatues into lairs, or snares,
to wait out the purge.

Venture out
with slowness, in silence.

Cleansed leaves glisten.
Sweet scents delight.
Birdsong resumes
in the calm after the storm.