Rotation of Life

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Spring brings forth life

overflowing in the sun

the bounty of earth

and sea and sky

life surges ahead

 

Baby becomes child

exploring the world

discovering herself

yearning for what may be

limitless in potential

 

Into summertime

life grows strong

in warmth and light

joy and love spur

the blossoming

 

Child becomes man

separating from mother

venturing on in hope

searching for love

and joy to come

 

Autumn, the slowing

taking stock, the shadow

of a future so near

nature fortifies herself

as days darken

 

The woman settles

becomes entrenched

in life not quite

what was her intent

but so little time left

 

Winters onslaught cleanses

in wind, rain and ice

laying bare the land

stripping the dream

of summer gone

 

The man ages fast

his time all spent

as limbs fade and

body weakens until his

return to mother earth

 

As winter’s chill ends

and new life beckons

the cycle renews

in eternal rotation

of beginning and end

 

The child is born again

spring brings forth life

 

 

 

 

 

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Love in Ten Sentences

The Sea of Love

Love, the boundless sea

Love, the unstoppable tsunami
the surging undertow, love

Love, the ocean storm
the peaceful calm, love

Love, the pull of tide
the unfathomable deep, love

Love, infinite pure energy
life abundant in love

Love, the boundless sea

Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.
Ram Dass

This post is in response to a challenge from my friend Brad over at writing to freedom where you can see his own lovely poem. The game is to write a poem about love, in ten lines or sentences, of 4 words each, and each line must include the word ‘love’. Then include a favourite quote about love and finally nominate up to ten other bloggers to the same challenge. So here are the friends I challenge;

Nimmi at  soul mate’s – so near, yet so far

siren song at siren whispers

Val at find your middle ground

sable swan at sable swan’s poetry & prose

Dorinda at Night Owl Poetry

M. Alden at Nascent Stars

Michelle at POEMdemonium

BB at Beat, Measure, Rhyme

Vonita at Passion through Poetry

Have a go and see what you come up with, no pressure! Play along if you if you like, no worries otherwise 🙂

Spaces of Eternity

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Does the green field grow old?

Never under skies of azure blue

But in minds suffused with grey

Seeing not the grace of being

In time standing still to dwell

Upon the moment, feeling.

 

Lost in the spaces between trees

The beauty of vacancy, emptiness

Yet In which lies the truth of being

For it is in the pause of void

That sight opens outwards

Beyond the illusion of mind

 

See the interval beckoning

The parting between each blade of grass

The silence after birdsong before the storm

Even here in tumult the heart beats

Spaces between breaths

Mark the cessation of time

 

Pause and feel the pulse of life

Each atom, each star, waiting

For consciousness to arise

In the realm of understanding

Between mind and matter

Knowing, aware of stasis

 

Does the green field grow old?

Now answer to the blue sky

It does not age when the eye closes

And true vision opens, as witness

To creation from beginning to end

For in the beginning, I am.

Passion and Obsession

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Passion and Obsession

 

She stands on a pedestal

at the centre of his world

a shining light of love

adored; his beloved.

 

She feels his breath

close, touching her neck

tiny, silken hairs bristle

to attention, tingling.

 

His arms enfold her body

the curves of pleasure

a playground for his hands

a delight to his eyes

 

She sighs, such tenderness

he rises, firm and strong

she aches for his passion

he promises heaven

 

His mind races, a turmoil

of desire, yet more

of obsession, she devours

his being, pulses racing, both

 

Lips linger, limbs entwine

she possesses him

draws him in to her flesh

warm, moist, loving, imprisoning

 

Consumed in the moment he is lost

such yearning, endless

to be without her, the thought

casts a shadow in his heart

 

He lives as if life must be her

always, to see her, to touch

her soul with his essence

his passion and obsession

 

The passion of divine love

soul touching soul

the obsession of desire

pleading for eternity

 

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