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.
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.
Open sleep-shut eyes
Unplug lie-glued ears
Behold Rainbow Life
the miracle tone
always
rings inside
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.
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/
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.
How can I be Lost in a sea an ocean a multiverse of obfuscation Swimming in despondency Flailing through atrocity Sensing expansiveness Failing to grasp the life-ring: clarity How can I crawl Survive vicious brawl viscous battle world war of Dark versus Light Lying low and hiding Weeping, quivering, biding Feeling terror Too weak to reach helping hands that might not be there How can I fly Glide through the sky the cosmos the omniverse of potentiality Soar in delight Enjoy day and night Drenched in magnificence Living free
for Kate and Carrie
‘Mary Magdalene in Penance’ Pedro de Mena, 1664
You can only pray what's in your heart so if your heart is being ripped from your chest pray the tearing if your heart is full of bitterness pray it to the last dreg if your heart is a river gone wild pray the torrent or a lava flow scorching the mountain pray the fire pray the scream in your heart the fanning bellows pray the rage, the murder and the mourning pray your heart into the great quiet hands that can hold it like the small bird it is. ~ Elizabeth Cunningham in Small Bird: poems & prayers, shared with permission
Elizabeth Cunningham is the author of my favorite series of books, The Maeve Chronicles. Four books. Stories of Love. Incredible characters. Narrated in the magnificent voice of one woman.
Clear, bright rising sun
Illuminates vast ocean
Sanctifies New Year
inspired by RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #78 Vast&Clear
Weaving Gold 