The Four

Deepest eternal Elementals
     each ….. sui generis ….. defining …..

The Quaternary …..
     of mercurial epochs past …..
unwrapped eras present and …..
     veiled spans ….. yet ….. to be …..

          Guardians    Elders    Healers
                Attestants    Teachers
                           ∞  Spirits  ∞

Solo as full ….. Essentials …..each wilful …..
Essence of a Soul …..each will ….. fulfill  …..

Curators ….. each
     of their subscribed Querencia
          yet proferring ….. so much more …..

Sanctuary for those unaware
     of their own needs

Respite for those aware
     of their lone solitudes

Silence for those
     overwhelmed by the indiscreet

Respect for those
     who earn and share ….. theirs

          The Four …..

Soil
     offering carpeted foundation and
          verduous growth
     requesting only shared renewal and
          seasonal enthusiasm

Breath
     offering limitless expanse and
          breathy whimsy
     requiring only unclouded extent and
          shy verve

Spark
     offering fervored passion and
          sanguine temerity
     respectful of ancient dignity and
          legendary enchantment

Vapour
     offering cerulean vigour and
          aqueous rebirth
     responsive to Life …..
               Herself …..

Carving translucent runes
     upon Night’s onyx canvas
          inky trails pursuing noctilucent comets
     their universal diary inscribed
          for all to decypher
should they dare …..

Each witnessing wonders of the cosmos
Each charged with mortal duties
     seemingly beneath
          their earned statures and legacies
     yet …..

….. willingly shared
     defining their sacred Virtues

Aye, there be Dragons here …..
There be Dragons …..
     ….. everywhere …..

Yet …..
     far more elusive and precious …..

….. there be Imagination here …..

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A bit of a long project to write about four basic ‘Elementals’ (Dragons), that love to dance with my muse! The first is already written, entitled ‘The Wyvern of Wickaninnish‘ and represents ‘Vapour‘ ….. mentioned above. The others ….. await their turn on the dance floor, made of starlight, moonbeams and eclipses!!
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Adrasteia

Two tears
     always …..
Two tears
     only …..

unnoticed by overshadowed wraiths
     fixated solely on dew and gloss

perceived by a solitary heart
     attendant soulfully to ….. possibilities

one azure tear of unparalleled destinies
     as yet unknown to her

one cerulean tear of unrivaled joys
     as met knowingly by her

relics surround her coerced choice of stage
     riveted by flash and flesh

ignorant of her ancestral hardihood
     else they would flee this Dictaean Cave

Beyond the revolving chaos …..
     seek only those that will ….. share

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Adrasteia is the feminine form of Greek Adrastos, commonly known to mean “Inescapable” and/or “Not Running Away“. In Greek mythology, this is the name of a nymph who cared for the infant Zeus, and is also an epithet belonging to the goddess Nemesis.
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Withheld

Of silent heartbeats ….. within
odic Yang withstands ….. dark Yin
of insistent souls ….. impelled
passions ….. no longer withheld

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The Tanaga is a type of Filipino poem, consisting of four lines with seven syllables each with the same rhyme at the end of each line — that is to say a 7-7-7-7 Syllabic verse, with an AABB rhyme scheme.

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Dust

gaze not past infinity
dare your own heart ….. to just be
dare your lone heart ….. to be just
tears and regrets become ….. dust

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TanagaWikipedia
The Tanaga is a type of Filipino poem, consisting of four lines with seven syllables each with the same rhyme at the end of each line — that is to say a 7-7-7-7 Syllabic verse, with an AABB rhyme scheme.

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With

With infinite patience
  one song had been composed
    yet was never performed
      nor recorded
        nor heard

Within finite heartbeats
  two dancers choreographed dreams
    yet were never shared
      nor believed
        nor realized

With outstretched passions
  two hearts astonished their muses
    yet were never illuminated
      nor reflected
        nor mourned

Without stretched heartbeats
  no poem would have ever been authored
    would have ever have been printed
      would have ever been spoken aloud
        would have ever been shared

within each without
  heartbeats echo but once
    throughout abandoned concert halls
      with disconsolate muses
        as solitary audience members

silent witnesses…..
 from
   opposite
     balcony
       seats

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Was

He was the man she used ….. to ground herself
   but not the man she chose ….. to reflect upon

How fickle starlight is ….. at noon
   disallowing all greyscaled shadows
      cast upon spent scarlet roses

How truthful daylight is ….. at midnight
   authorizing dark crimson runes
      tattoos gracing perfectly weathered scrolls

How fearful she was of ….. her own reflection
   outpacing light itself
      scurrying midst contrived sepia heartbeats

Was she ever true ….. ever ?

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Trilogy ….. 俳句 ….. 川柳 ….. 短歌

Illusory ….. Haiku 俳句

Rhythmic illusions
Once in her lifetime heartbeat
One dances … for you…..

 

Gaze ….. Senryū 川柳

Charcoal etched voyeurs
Poised dignity protects her
onyx sculptured heart

 

Masks …..Tanka 短歌

Masks for passions lost
acquiescent gloss and brume
strength mends her sorrow
prisms of her own designs
prisons of her owed desires

 

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Coalesce

should a dust mote be told
that it is but dust …..
yet once was an inferno
at the heart of a star?

should a windswept seed
know of the roots and growth
that lie ahead …..
wherever it will land?

should that seed know …..
of the passionate embrace
amongst petals of a blossoming scarlet rose
and the roar of attachment ‘tween lovers?

every balanced caress
every surprised muse
every original destiny

of wind and cloud …..
of breath and life …..
of rain and bow …..
of rose and thorn …..

each offering more
than the other can appreciate fully

a single beam of light
that embraces the infinite gap
between reflection and romance …..
of a perfectly still ocean eventide
threatening brilliance and tragedy alike

The pause between breaths …..
between beats …..
between blinks …..
between lives …..

All are the same length
perceived  as
lifetimes of availability

Of the inseparable bond
‘tween ink and papyrus

of brush and canvas …..
of light and mirror …..
of petal and fragrance …..
of heart and beat …..

all …..
all …..
ALL …..

at some point …..

coalesce …..

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To me ….. poetry ……. is …..

To me ….. poetry ……. is …..

….. an echo of dark and bright that escapes uncut diamonds within us
……. the shadow of a pen, held up to the moon, during an eclipse
….. reflected dew on mirrors, during warm winter days
……. carving dragon tattoos on clouds that travel against the wind
….. etching words on driftwood that will seek unknown beaches
……. composing music for instruments that will never exist
….. that explosion of destinies and emotions, sparing frail souls
……. an alpine lake at midnight, reflecting starlight from aeons dead fierce novae

To me ….. poetry ……. exists …..

……. to remind all hearts, that they must conduct crimson passions as pounding symphonies

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L’Abyrinth Alfresco

       Finespun coils of aurous on emerald
      writhing   dancing   looping   guarding
            directing   moving   leading
                shepherding   influencing
                       ….. Allowing …..
                           L’Abyrinth

Lyrical, as before …..
….. as always …..
evanescent Atlas sans Legend
utilitarian artistry crafted by a Master

for the experience ….. alone

grand orbic design
  contoured coils patiently await
   infinitely inviting ambit
  in majesty of Aurora
in protection of Eventide
       ….. I enter …..

Chartres …..
  needing neither requisite legacy
   nor exquisite heritage
  doubt not the equality
   nor the moment
  nor the majesty
   nor the intent

L’Abyrinth Alfresco
   fathomless infinite innermost
     vibrant elemental isolation

Often …..
  one strides with more footfalls
  apart from L’Abyrinth
than within ….. One

More often …..
  one travels with concentrated direction
  within L’Abyrinth
than outside ….. One

Uniquely …..
  one can stride with attainment
  with in ….. with out ….. L’Abyrinth
as …..
….. One

Grassy footprints from this recent matrix
….. leading in
leading out …..

Are they impressions of the man I once was …..
or
….. of the Dragon I seek to become

         Past      Present     Future
                 ….. tense …..

So much to learn …..
….. so much to learn

….. about Myself …..

                                     ☀ ★ ☆ ☯ ☯ ☆ ★ ☀

Recently, I walked a temporary, unmistakably basic and nearly invisible outdoor Labyrinth. Although constructed of simple yellow nylon rope, this allowed for a more concentrated and unique experience unlike my previous ‘walks’. This is also a companion piece to L’Abyrinth. Now – everyone – go find your own L’Abyrinth to walk at World-Wide Labyrinth Locator!

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L’Abyrinth

’tis but a simple leap of faith
  ‘tween
    Hesitant ….. and Patient
still, he is inexorably drawn to
  ….. Insistent

A perfect aureole of kindled torches
  vulnerable thru an onliest entry
    nay, not vulnerable ….. inviting

Ingress, as it should be …..
  as Fate …..
    ….. might decree

Simpler than expected
  yet paradoxically
    breathtakingly intricate …..

No two steps will align his future
  No one step will alter his past
Yet every resolute stride
  leads to ….. Moirai

No random soliloquies exist, save …..
  a Weaver who clothes each soul
   a Surveyor who lengthens every soul
    a Cutter who defines all souls

yet Fate Herself
 drafts our impulsive life chronicles
  traced with sweeping, luminous ink
   upon crinkled, ancient papyrus scrolls
layering depth beyond what parchment can retain …..

 The deeper her scrawls …..
  ….. the richer our journeys …..

All reliant upon Her own practical whimsy

Chartres beckons …..
offering the possibility of …..

rediscovery         insight         clarity
purpose         realignment
meaning         awakening         closure

Whilst crossing the threshold
  His first thoughts emerge
    ….. and from so long ago …..

When does patience ….. become denial?
When does denial ….. become patience?

Curves necessitate balance …..
  Equilibrium of breaths and pace …..
Symmetry of chance and choice …..
  Walk the Labyrinth …..

Seeking the visible centre
so alluringly ….. adjacent
so curiously ….. afar
so wonderfully ….. accurate

….. Namaste …..

A single, sole man
entered a labyrinth

But emanating
from this L’Abyrinth
is someone quite different …..

A solitary, Dragon Soul
has emerged …..

Traveller …..

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Stellaris

( a…..companion to Novae )

Without his patience ‘tween solitary heartbeats
within her hesitation midst blurred indiscretions
    lifetimes…..

Without his discretion amongst hushed thoughts
within her indulgence betwixt selfish decisions
    possibilities…..

Without his tolerance amid laconic debate
within her vanity uncoupling tolerable sins
    eventualities…..

Without his courage linking unquestioned commitment
within her falsehoods obscuring cavalier allegiances
    intangibles…..

Without his imagination linking unrivalled futures
within her disdain tarnishing treasured memories
    consequences…..

Without his resilience weathering arrant calumnies
within her impatience dismissing strengthened resolve
    losses…..

Without his silence buffering eventual destinies
within her haste relegating futures uncelebrated
    unknowns…..

Of silenced futures, perished, never to have been…..
Of stentorian tomorrows, emerging, demanding to …..BE…..

I WANT to know…….

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Guardians Haiku 俳句

slumbering treasure

solstice shifts to equinox

chilled autumnal toil

winter-grain-bins

Scribe

It is ….. Time

A barefoot, lithe, solitary figure
 confidently ascends the narrowing spiral wooden staircase
  silently cushioned by each aged teak plank
   firm mainstays of her purpose and direction
    cascading maestros to her rhythm and intent

Beholden to none
 impartial to every peripheral syllabus
  seeking neither solace nor acclaim
   emboldened by neither compass nor map

Scribe knows …..

It is ….. Time

Time ….. to once again
embrace her private domain of ….. Words

Sequestered upon this Isle of Trials
her abode, this mortal lodestar

Scribe seeks not to warn seafarers of danger
 nor to provide refuge from fault
  nor sanctuary for the wild

Scribe craves ….. the artistry of Script

Polished wooden stairwell behind her
She suspires deeply upon entering her lighthouse
 familiar aromas of wood, ink, paper and teasingly ….. light
  infuse her already heightened senses
   nourishing that which she most favours ….. Imagination

Circling clockwise…..
 brushing the embraced bronze chariot
  as her prayer wheel
   educing fond memories
    of faraway Bod

Scribe whispers
 her secret, intimate mantra for …..
  Chenrezig

Scribe, completing her lamproom orbit
 approaches her driftwood escritoire
  surveys her simple tools of
   Quill, Inkwell and Papyrus
    allows herself to exhale her final mantra
     and sets ….. to Write

It is ….. Time

A solitary erne Quill
 lightweight and encouraging
A faceted diamond Inkwell
 brimming with incoming tide
A pristine kelp Papyrus
 blank, only to the tame

All, attend her will
All, invoke her imagination
All, willing participants to the extraordinary

Scribe smiles coyly,
immersing Quill within Inkwell
  ….. Enraptured …..

Inkwell envelopes Quill
  ….. Enthralled …..

All the while,
  tides within and without
 ebb and flow…..
  rise and fall …..
 immerse and envelope …..

It is ….. Time

Scribe brandishes Quill upon Papyrus
 as her imagination caresses our mortal realm
  offering glimpses ….. of what might be
   ‘tween Zoe and Bios

A single, perfect opaline tear
 escapes from the corner of her eye

Scribe is never certain …..
A tear of joy
 or
A tear of regret……

It is now ….. Scribe’s Time ….. to Write …..

Heart of a Star

Pitched curtain of infinite dark
piercings of stellar infernos

no reason, nor rhyme
save …..
A star for each heartbeat
justly mirrors …..

A heartbeat for each star

~Scribe~

Magical Realism

Through the Eyes of a Dragon Tanka 短歌

An invitation….

laminates of silvered time

from dawn until dusk

dance with these rhyming photons

  Through the Eyes of a Dragon

Dragon Sunrise

Prism Haiku 俳句

Arc of pure delight

bending yet will never break

infinite outcomes

Rainbow Arch

Beach Tanka 短歌

Unbalanced heartbeats

rhythmical studies in stone

mist understandings

sinuous tidal cadence

littoral admonitions 

Stones

Winter Bloom Tanka 短歌

Rustic sleight of hand

formations of straw cadets

rural armouries

breaths of Augusts past, arise

unleash wintery desires

Winter Bloom

There be Dragons! Nonet

Tofino bound ….. There be Dragons here!

Guardians of yon Silent Sands

Tidal Kings and Queens of Lore

Talons of Destiny

Seek ….. not an answer

Seek ….. direction

Seek ….. the keys

To her

Heart

Pointing Dragon Driftwood

Frozen Tears Fibonacci

Long

since

summer

solstice love

passions of thine heart

forever eclipse frozen tears

Icebound Bloom

Misty Haven Tanka 短歌

Exhaled dragons whiff

vaporous jeweled ice motes

tangerine beacon

reveals lone sanctuary

❍ overdue lunar eclipse ❍

Dragons Whiff

Traveller’s Beach

From an outlying locus…..
  visible to any ostensibly nearby beholder…..

A lone figure…..
  appearing to kneel in prayer
   comfortably offset on right knee
   perpendicular to Sol and Luna
  breathing rhythmically with the silentious Neap Tide
Traveller serenely appreciates his sacred littoral

Traveller balances ‘tween asomatous borders
  of intertidal foam and sandy resolve
   of reflected auras and mirrored fantasies
    of whispered isolation and penultimate quiescence
     of obsidian solace and diamond armories…..

His is a fleeting, perfect moment of Tranquility…..

Lingering oceanic breaths
  tickle his dusty brown fedora
all the while…..
  his dangling saddlebrown & silvered locks
   sway harmoniously with
    overhead wyverns
all the while…..
  each heartbeat
   belies
    a deep longing…..

Of all his scars
quixotically hidden and readable
  most are healed
    thankful of his youthful outlook
  some are healing
    bandaged by his patient outpost
  very few abide
    unchallenged
only One remains
    purposefully painful

Leaning forward
  reverentially releasing
   a handful of sandstars from their tidal sanctuary
    mindful of this interruption
     yet proceeding apologetically
Traveller once more…..
  temporarily caresses his stage
   embracing disparate sandgalaxies
    in his other hand…

He then gently profers
Eternity and Infinity
   both now within his newly unshielded grasp…..
    weighing both against each other…..
      …..which is more powerful? Infinity?
      …..which is more freeing? Eternity?
…..and slowly releases his hold on Forevers…..

Scarlet shifted sandgalaxies waterfall at his left…..
Teal infused sandsouls cascade at his right…..
Luminescent tidal bore swirls below…..

Replenished crystalline karma, for
each sandsoul travels not Down, but To…..

O what unfathomable Grace
was attendant
when each unique grain of sand
within this entire cosmos
was created with
equal care
equal compassion
and equal
Ease……

Diurnal tide, Proxigean tide, Spring tide
Always returning to polish, reassure and honour
each and every sandsoul

Traveller is but a single orb on shore
on a universal coast
traversing a fractal pathway of desires

Perhaps now is the time to seek Mapmaker…..
for She is the cartographer
his searching soul must locate
so as to add
a new legend
to his
diary

Thriving, silent pauses exist for a reason…..
  between entwined heartbeats
    to listen to passion…..
  between unbearable solitudes
    to heal loneliness…..
  between passionate words
    to magnify imaginations…..
  between relationships
    to rebirth romance…..

There can be no greater destiny
than to seek out
the infinite sighs of the Universe….

…..and from the shoreline,
   …..his distant beholder…..
Wyvern sheds
   an opaline tear of Patience……

WilliamBlake

2012, Dragon Musings and…Happy New Year!

Thank you to everyone who has read my “digital scratchings” within Memoirs of a Dragon since June of this year. I am truly humbled by all your kind words and visits to my tiny WordPress “Beach

If, seven months ago, someone had boldly predicted I would be writing poetry on a somewhat-regular basis, I would have immediately informed them that I had barely tried writing poetry before, had hardly written ANYTHING, other than cheques, shopping lists, and computer documentation….AND had no real interest in….poetry!

Well, one simple poem, admittedly a hastily crafted effort, stemming from a profound sadness, forever changed my perspective. I needed to write something! And something seemed to ….“click”. I had surprised myself with my own words!

I am shy, yes, but that trait is more of an internal reality, rather than characterizing any outward expressions. Most people would roll their eyes (and DO!) at my professing to be extremely shy! Ah, but it is only my cover they judge, not my book. Now my book is diagrammed with digital scratchings! There really is a small piece of me in every poem I write. Perhaps I am becoming less shy! Who knows!

A few earlier “scratchings” of mine might describe where I have come from, and potentially where I am going, with my words. I hope I am getting better at writing. My motivation is quite simple: As long as I keep surprising myself, then I shall continue to write.

Here are some legacy “scratchings” from my “distant past”, so very long ago…….

Parturition – The Identity of Self
(My FIRST poem, ever – July 7 2009)

Whispers of Creation
An Imagination of Dragons
Tears of Freedom (Tzu Yo)
A Quiet of Forbearance – II

And thanks to WordPress and their stat helper monkeys for the yearly summary below!

Apparently, my most viewed poem was ‘Journeying….. ‘tween perfection and clarity‘ Thank you all for reading it!

And my own personal favourite, that I enjoyed writing the most was…..“daughter and dad

Happy New Year everyone!

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 5,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 8 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Solstice Reign Fibonacci

 Sol

casts

shadowed

solstice flare

reign of memories

how to forgive the most painful

Solstice Reign

Barn Solstice Tanka 短歌

§ Murmuring petals §

scorned as harvest worthy gold

each has but one reach

spectrums of boundless colour

rural timber nods in awe

Barn Equinox