Breathing in, breathing
Life like summer rain falling
into heart’s desire.
Emotion
A touch of emotion…
I think Dale Carnegie, author of the still-famous “How to Win Friends and Influence People,” said it best when he declared, “When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.”
Emotion lies at the core of man. It drives him, stirs him, moves him both in his actions and his reactions. Writers, perhaps, are among some of the most emotional of people, for they must be, as it is their want in life to capture the essential essences of mankind…
The latest quote of the week – a commentary on emotion:
“All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
To Compose
Causing pain
is the nature of the note—
the pianist sits, prepared for murder
in operatic trespasses
he hears the Valkyrie ride,
her spear the thrust of baritone blast
piercing stars, like silver tears rain
It rolls down to earth,
a Resurrection, a stirring in the madness,
this flurry writhe:
a man might grow hollow on the glee
Destroying and Rebuilding—
Creation in the up-tempo swell,
but he cannot afford to think—
all crumbles to analysis.
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well–they’re a skilled bunch of poets, with a strong and supportive community. Enjoy! And while you’re at it – vote for us in the Shorty Awards…we have a chance to take Number 1 in Art!
Time Covers All
By Iquanyin Moon, for One Shoot Sunday.
I cannot see you anymore.
It ends in solitude,
The salient serration of your survival
Severed all trace of tactile touch—
I reached for you and you recoiled till
Whispers on the lovers’ trail
Turned it all to desert and to dust—
You went alone into the waste.
You are naked to me,
Wind-blown wraith wreathed in
Dust—blow, ye wind blow, for you
Are nothing, breaths and breathing
Touch upon the earth and fade away—
Just footsteps sifting in the sand
And Time.
Time covers all.
*This poem is a response to the latest of One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt challenges. This week’s featured picture was provided by i-Phoneographer Iquanyin Moon, who I interviewed for this week’s One Shoot Sunday. Check out her wonderful work, her insights, and some great poetry…
Elemental Elation
Bear me up
Rustling cavalcade of coalescing
Music rush, on tempo speed
These breaths across my skin.
The harmony
Of your exultation
Gives me strength
Beneath my wings.
–
Crystal flow
Caress and coax
The resolution of my being,
Dive down into the deep.
Crash upon
The shores of apathy
And stir upon us yet the storms
That break inequity.
–
Quick-step
Quivering motions elate
To find the kiss, the touch of motion
In the sensuous sway of your dance.
No hands
Could ever hold thy hips
This beat, thunder of thy solitary
Moment, unbidden.
–
Bastion
Rampart revelry of life
Shield yet the passions of hope,
A dream of majesty.
Resolute
Mother-being enfold
The world in thy being:
Ground this flighty soul.
* For the latest Monday Poetry Potluck!
Ghost in the System
There is a ghost in the system
Everywhere I look
Eyes, following
Faceless arbitrary
Being
It walks the lines that blur
Humanity from itself
Wears our skin, but
The mind is pure
Know the spy
That lurks
Behind
Surround yourself with empathy
Strictly emotionally speaking
It won’t know the difference
Creatures not withstanding
Between you and I, two in
One, imitation profound
They may take our
Bodies but they
Can never take
The Soul.
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
What is this Human life?
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” ~Mahatma Gandhi
“If each man or woman could understand that every other human life is as full of sorrows, or joys, or base temptations; of heartaches and of remorse as his own…how much kinder, how much gentler he would be.” ~William Allen White
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