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Tag: Beauty

where dwells the heart

Poetry, such a beautiful thing to feel
such a rose to inhale
such life within such a life within such poetry
and yet
how cold it is to be without it
how lonely
how tiring
and how painful is this echo of darkness
~
Poetry
where dwells the heart
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The curse of it all

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To reflect upon it all
is to grow heavy
weary
under the onslaught of her silence

and like a bee to the purple
like a shadow to the moon
like a shimmer from reflected grace
the truth will blind us soon

When once there was a seedling
When once there was a smile
When once there shined a coal-black eye
Thine fervent beauty came alive

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To hear the tune of it all
is to grow feathers
wings
under the onslaught of her wisdom

and like a finger to the ‘bow
like a bird to the nest
like a light from distant shores
the truth will come to rest

~

A spiritual distance of starlight
shines the love of angels
upon the hearts of those
who write the same song

The darkness of night’s embrace

~

Beak full
skipping through daisies and buttercups
the blackbird hurries along
till it reaches the spread of green
beneath mottled clouds
beneath the blue
of distant time

and there in the shadows
he rests and imagines himself an owl
sailing through the night
with silent wings
seducing the air with soft caresses
of feathered kisses
in the darkness of night’s embrace

and there
beneath the comfort of green’s sanctuary
he peeks out at the distant blue
with only a beak of orange giving him away
and there
off he goes
to fill his beak once more
to feed his children not only worms and caterpillars
but tales of mystery and imagination
of owls and the beauty of life

and there
as they drift off to sleep

whoo hoooo
whoo hoooo

in the distance
of their dreams
beneath the comfort of green’s sanctuary

Ode to Beddgelert

Shall we wander beneath a paper rip sky
where mountains sit silent and wait?

Hold out your fingers and trace the line
before dusk falls to rub it all out.

Walk down the path to hear fast river’s song
where children chase tiddlers
with nets then skim stones

Sit on the bench beneath a paper rip sky
where mountains have scraped and torn.

Smile to the birds as they soar and they dance
before settling in trees where they croon.

See ice cream shop with its myriad tastes
where grownups chase memories
with devout insatiate.

Stand on the bridge beneath a paper rip sky
where mountains loom bold with power.

Watch daredevils climb then hang, jump or dive
before scrambling to a soft dry towel.

Wander along to Llewelyn’s remorse
where Gelert’s faithful act
with the wolf brought wrong thought.

Stroll along now beneath a paper rip sky
where mountains look down to Beddgelert.

Remember this place in the morning light
before driving on home a convert.

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