Topic: Nectar

[tangerine dream]

Dragon flies
And Dragon’s eyes
Teach me how to see
They carry song
And dance along
Me to you and you to me
A pretty pink blossom drips
Honey bee’s nectar
I catch in my bottomless cup
Glancing at my reflection
In a still but flowing pond
Elvin ears
And twinkle toes
Sparkle back at me
You take my hand
As we dance
In the clouds
And the wind in the trees
Shakes the leaves
You look in my eyes
And we speak without words
We are here
We are now
We are
Love


~~~

[nichi]

Beauty!

[tangerine dream]

 
Thank you!
 

[tangerine dream]

Stumbling
in the dark
Fumbling away
from a past too small to hide in
from a  cell
to frail to hold me
my fear is weak
but I am stronger
in this darkness

Not    mute
But I can't sing yet
not blind, but I can't see
peel my eyelids open
and take the thread from my sewn shut lips
my words are silent
these vows unspoken
truths
dandelions on my tongue
seeds float on the wind
like baby's breath

My silver wings like dragon flies
and the moon now dark, and new
hanging from a tree branch
swaying,  slightly
reminding
gentlest nudges in my ribs
taste this life
sip the  honey dew
and lick the sweetness off my  lips
Taste my salty tears
I am
grateful for them all
inflict me,
cut me open
that I may bleed
my life into this water
river running swift and keen
open arms, open  heart
truth like candle light
flickers
in a dim lit window
pinch me
am I Dreaming?
Sleeping
now
I wake

[tangerine dream]

step right up step right up see the woman with two heads
test your skill prove your self
free the monkey from the chains
feed him peanuts, now he loves you, now he'll never let you go
see how blue the sky is?  see how bright the sun
walking on clouds and pulling rainbows out of your pocket
do they love you, do they love you? will they ever?
more  more show them more, take the pins n needles
from my spine and put them back in the haystack
a needle's not so hard to find when you're looking
sugar in the bloodstream waking up now fast asleep
jetstreams in the sky break the sound barrier over head
Unidentified flying objects, identifiable to one and all
though we speak no words we play their game
we know we don't know we hide our own minds
gingerbread houses and cheese for the mouses
a mouth full of roses speaks of beauty
Angels in the outfield, ball is in your court now
are you afraid? be not afraid... Time is always on your side

[nichi]

step right up step right up see the woman with two heads
test your skill prove your self
free the monkey from the chains
feed him peanuts, now he loves you, now he'll never let you go
see how blue the sky is?  see how bright the sun
walking on clouds and pulling rainbows out of your pocket
do they love you, do they love you? will they ever?
more  more show them more, take the pins n needles
from my spine and put them back in the haystack
a needle's not so hard to find when you're looking
sugar in the bloodstream waking up now fast asleep
jetstreams in the sky break the sound barrier over head
Unidentified flying objects, identifiable to one and all
though we speak no words we play their game
we know we don't know we hide our own minds
gingerbread houses and cheese for the mouses
a mouth full of roses speaks of beauty
Angels in the outfield, ball is in your court now
are you afraid? be not afraid... Time is always on your side

Interesting images, L!

[tangerine dream]

Thank you.  I have to say there were some interesting thoughts floating around in my head at the time I was writing.

[erik]

... Time is always on your side

That makes me wonder. Do you really feel like time is on your side? Or is it wishful thinking, illusion we all would like to have to tears? Time is flowing away so quickly and utterly unstoppably. The older I get, the more clearly I see that there will never be enough time to marvel this world.

[tangerine dream]

That makes me wonder. Do you really feel like time is on your side? Or is it wishful thinking, illusion we all would like to have to tears? Time is flowing away so quickly and utterly unstoppably. The older I get, the more clearly I see that there will never be enough time to marvel this world.

I suppose that is up to the reader eh?  One of the great(est!) things about Poetry is that it can mean a thousand different things to a thousand different readers.  I love it!


(I think we always have just as much time as we need)

[Michael]

once when I was in love with some woman, when I knew it was not going to work out to well, I was walking away from a meeting and spontaneously began whistling that old song from the Rolling Stones - Time is on my side.

It was strange, as it came so spontaneously. I realised that it was true, also in a strange way. I had all the time in the universe to complete my destiny with this woman, as it was a matter of the heart, which bridges all boundaries. I could wait for eternity.

[tangerine dream]

once when I was in love with some woman, when I knew it was not going to work out to well, I was walking away from a meeting and spontaneously began whistling that old song from the Rolling Stones - Time is on my side.

It was strange, as it came so spontaneously. I realised that it was true, also in a strange way. I had all the time in the universe to complete my destiny with this woman, as it was a matter of the heart, which bridges all boundaries. I could wait for eternity.

 

[erik]

...as it was a matter of the heart, which bridges all boundaries. I could wait for eternity.

Interesting! Time for this particular task...and time for breaking one ray to jump to another...

[tangerine dream]

~

She crosses the scarlet bridge
Barefoot
Feet barely touching the ground
Gauzy dress flowing in the breeze
Gliding, nay flying
Like as in a Dream
Forward, to the sounds;
The bird songs.
And empty now
She waits, she waits
For what she’ll never know
For that one thing
That calls to her this night
And every night
Speaking to her
From a place so deep within
Though calling her name from--
--Out there
Singing this music to her alone
Glorious symphony
Such joyous laughter
Spiraling colours before her eyes
Well up in the tears of creation
Flow down her face
Toward the river beneath her
Run through eternity in the palm of her hand
And touched to her supple lips
Soft kisses of morning glories
Tell secrets of another lifetime
Sing to her softly
As she sleeps
In a voice
Just like the wind

[xero]

These are the Ways of All

Rumi said
"...the flute is played by fire, not by breath".

Yet for a little time
we can play this fire
- streaming our breath
through pursed lips
as we lean in close
- blowing kisses to the heart of a spark

As these gleaming skies enquire
each day we shade a tiny secret
from death and their jealous sight

holding one hand above a stream of air
feeling as large and dark as a mountain
and as wild and as untethered as light

when at a moment the breath acquires
the void into which gathered flame
and notes will die
- blown from a staff of smoke before our face
as tears issue from our eyes
into the fissure between beauty and pain

flickering notes
black stone
white foam
blue smoke

Slowing breathing out underwater
as a perfect ripple rolls overhead
making the sun
- the eye of a lizard
and the ocean bed our home

In this ancient reflection
older than the perfumed air above
stirred by insects and seasons
this pause
newer than that bubble
sliding over sand
...or love

There is in this whisper of the flute
an ancient sound
older than this two eared world
wiser than any will can understand

This explicit stone cradles an eternal tone
- the first phenomena of the complete
and perfect poem

a whole language is in this first word
...this the spark of a uni-verse
held within an opalescent shell

We who walk as flesh and bone
who talk to leave no tone unstirred
our words are notes in waiting
hidden in our chest

waiting to be reflected off leaves
or some watching creature's eye
as music pools like dark water
and our heart resonates with the rock

These are the ways of all

xxx
X

[tangerine dream]

Beautiful,

I especially like this part:

our words are notes in waiting
hidden in our chest

Thank you xero.