Light Alight
Fade away from the dark and into lightness.
Bring out your spirit to shine.
Find pathways and make trails to bright shores.
I will wait for your light to alight.
Spirit Journey Dawn
There is a song inside my spirit
that yearns to be sung aloud.
There is a portrait inside my mind
that yearns for the eye to see.
For all that is hidden within,
there is much that is known of me.
A place I have visited in my mind
and walked through in my dreams.
A word I have spoken in my heart
and written on pages unseen.
These are the acts of the spirit
and to see them we must believe.
Here are the traces of love,
joy and laughter; all free.
Here are the moments of pleasure
taken in guiltless élan.
Here is where the spirit lies
awaiting our journey’s dawn.
Rules for writing poetry.
1. Candles of various flavors and sizes must be burning in several places around you, and no other lights may be on.
2. Music appropriate to the mood should be playing in background, just loud enough to influence the writing in a positive manner.
3. A glass of fine wine should be ready to sip as inspiration courses through your being.
4. A cat should be curled up at your feet, purring happily.
5. A gentle breeze should be blowing outside your open window that overlooks a beautiful water scene.
Reality of writing poetry.
1. Your candles are hurricane candles that are supposed to last for 60 hours and are gone in 60 minutes.
2. The music that is playing is all bass and it’s coming from the apartment below you.
3. You’re out of wine or beer and your milk went sour during the night. You can either make coffee and drink it without milk (ew) or have a soda or a bottle of water.
4. The cat at your feet might be purring, but it’s because he just ate your shoelaces off your only pair of work shoes. Rotten little fiend.
5. The gentle breeze is the hurricane passing south of you, and you can only see straight south, because the balcony door is broken and you can’t step out to look at the water to the east.
1 comment:
Ok, now we'll get rid of these sons of poopie-heads. Ha! Take that!
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