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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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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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 …..

every-heart-sings-a-song

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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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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

Thera Tanka 短歌

Volcanic nightfall

Santorini memories

Via Lactea

even Galileo mused

 it’s full of stars everywhere

Santorinisunset.jpg

Novae

Of a star so unimaginably distant
I know not how to behold her light

Of a heart so immeasurably near
I know not where to feel her rhythm

Of a star so infinitely crushed
I know not how to release her light

Of a heart so discretely braced
I know not how to salve her passion

Of a star so irresistibly ablaze
I know not how to shield myself

Of a heart so passionately aflame
I know not how to avert my gaze

Of a universe so seductively intended for……
Novae…..

Of a heart so exquisitely zoetic for…..
Love…..

I know how to cede
fervidly…..
willingly…..
effortlessly…..

I know…..

       (a ….. companion piece for ….. Stellaris)

Of Novae and Hearts

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

Fractal Eclipse Haiku 俳句

Shadowed beryl light

resting buds await blue dawn

Ξ peeking past branches Ξ

Fractal Forest

Misty Haven Tanka 短歌

Exhaled dragons whiff

vaporous jeweled ice motes

tangerine beacon

reveals lone sanctuary

❍ overdue lunar eclipse ❍

Dragons Whiff

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.

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Random Motion Haiku 俳句

Random branta crew

fog tinged Brownian motion 

effortless patience

Canada Geese

Trial Islands Haiku

Distant lighthouse bides

orcas limbo ‘neath icebergs

cetacean sine waltz

b.l.i.n.k

….. blink …..

 

Of this immeasurably insignificant duration…..

…..infinitely cocooned fantasies

juxtapose the eternal sigh…..

…..of deep Time…..

 

…. blink ……

 

A lifetime of possibilities…..

…..all proclaimed within every splintered second

far, far too brief to appreciate…..

…..pensive auguries of deep Magic…..

 

… blink …….

 

Maladroit opaline caresses…..

…..traversed her obsidian edged soul

bravado and impetuosity…..

…..heartlessly vanquished deep Patience…..


.. blink ……..


Random uncertainty now prevails…..

…..tattered and aimless particles

shattered futures conjoin nullified pasts…..

…..effortlessly conquering deep Love…..

 

. blink ………

 

Fated collisions ‘twixt love and hate…..

…..smothered by a veil of loss

carving out the debris of absent expectations…..

…..yet, surpassing all virtues, deep Gratitude…..

 

blink ……….

Wyvern of Wickaninnish

Chinese Say Dragon

An indulgent shiver of expectant curiosity
   ripples prismatically
effortlessly traversing Her rainbow hued integument

A Muse, She is
   …..silently so…..
Amused, She is
   ….discreetly so…..
Attendant, She is
   …..deceptively so…..

‘neath Her iridescent talons
a tableau of arboreal old growth backwoods
provides an infinite emerald buttress
nurturing Her canopied inquisitiveness

Wyvern ….. of Wickaninnish

Westwardly canted
   accepting of a beguiling mistral

She oscillates in bonded allotment with
   frothy pacific rim tides
She balances ever so subtly
   outstretched wings
      playing catch with breathy chinooks

Yon quixotic horizon, ∞Infinite∞
   yet
      still
         within
   Her feminine ken

…..Ever …… aware ….. peripherally…..

Throbbing subcutaneous arteries
   map Her passionate
      dragon blood
   diagram Her ardent
      basilisk potential
   reveal Her avid
      tarragon prophecy

Families of mythic cedars posture ‘neath her
   singularly privy to bygone Elders ciphers and rites
      sussurating ancient memes from primeval epochs

Nary a scintilla of doubt within Her
   As they are not privy
      to Her own formidable legacy……

Incessant high tide arrives…..

Aware of his presence
yet he, not of Hers

From Trust to Dust
covertly sharing his hardened sorrow

Opalescent nictating membranes guard not Her sight
   rather
      they provision Her INsight
         …..of his potential reverie

Below, he embraces the zenith tide
standing firm
   equalling Her direction and gaze
      sea froth swirling amongst ginger beach granules
      sinewy kelp championing sand dollar orphans
      gnarled driftwood debris lecturing late arriving jetsam
   bits of all
adhering to his apparel…..

Weathered mahogany fedora
   Lightning veined leather jacket
      Rural stained blue jeans

He stretches, his arms capriciously akimbo
   almost impatiently
      moreso sedulously
   and …. breathes…..IN
the ever renewing ocean zephyr

Her juncture is NOW!

Launching Herself into the gale
She rapidly rises, banks right, gaining altitude
   liquidly reversing Her arc
      instinctively gauging Her trajectory
She curls downward racing back towards the shoreline
   towards…..
      …him

pursuing…..
   …equalling…
      …..overtaking

cresting mazarine breakers
   headlong ….. towards ….. Him

His abundant soulful inhalation
Her immortal shouldering comet
…..in breathtaking impact…..

An attosecond of exchange!

Mortal and Immortal
Each bestowing more
than either hoping to receive

She, ever so briefly
caresses the mortality of one
savours the intimacy of two
deciphers his briefness of breaths

He, ever so unknowingly
absorbs an iota of the infinite
crafts a palette of luscious imagination
decides his own destiny

Each, glimpsing more than they should
Each, offering more than they could
Each, becoming more than they would

Theirs is an Integrity of Two

Honourably, She returns atop Her jade throne
   content to be His shy muse

Earnestly, He awaits an untroubled sunset
   feeling surprisingly content
      amongst His own peripheral thoughts

….. for upon this eve,
   Traveller…..
      …..will dream of Dragons…..

Traveller’s Map

A silent, genial audience of one
Traveller
awaits this prophetic sundown

Dusk gently cocoons his refulgent coastal arras
anxious for her imminent nighttide embrace
of an overhead ebony purlieu

Coupled lovers
Aurora and Eventide
directing this eve’s choreographed exhibit
sublimely ministering
His Direction

Traveller graciously accepts
far-flung exotic nebulae
ripe with diamond cepheids
illuminating his desultory trail
whilst others, so much lower
occlude all his paths indiscriminately

Stabilized intertide reflects a perfect stage
conjoined sea and sky
awaiting innumerable synthesized actors
of mysterious compositions…..

every silent constellation
each dammed celestial pearl
all rambunctious cometary marbles
any empyrean debris…..

every last one shyly dims
showcasing
His Perseidian Path!

Traveller gazes Northeastward…..

Night morphs his achingly indigo eyes
into echoing charcoal orbs
gleaning witness of the evening performance

Announcing themselves…..
with less than a whisper…..

First one, etching a milky contrail
then, two, parallel with ivory aisle
then three, parsing the heavens as glowing corridors
then ….. an indulgence of chiselled lightning!

Refulgent arteries of light and heat
tracing possibilities of direction
for his solitary, broken heart

Then, one…..
The one….

extensive    elongated     enduring
single     solitary     unique

White hot with purpose
Unerring in drift
Brilliant in persuasion

Traveller then knew…..
he had always known…..
but even he needs…..reassurance

A final curtain call
all actors sincerely applauded
by a silent, genial audience of one

Sea, surf, tide, stars
all recommence their nocturnal rhythms

Aurora and Eventide
prolong their coupling

Traveller casually waves bon voyage
scrapes free the clinging sand on his boots
from a visit overstayed
then takes a first step…..

Northeastward…..
…..to the mountains
….. towards his distant kin …..

Traveller now journeys
seeking brotherly prescription from…

Healer…..

Scolded Heart

Once…..

His cadenced, wistful, trusting heart
vowed amaranthine fidelity
pending only her quiescent antiphon

     ….TSKtsk…..TSKtsk…..TSKtsk…..

Our” coalescent trice…..
Our” coherent jiff…..
Our” conjoined breaths…..
Our” onliest destiny…..

Witnessed betwixt a duet of
amorphous, ensorcelled realms…..

The Azure Dragon
      Qinglong     Seiryū     Cheongnyong     Thanh Long
The White Tiger
      Baihu     Byakko     Baekho     Bạch Hổ

Cautioned afore, was I
Excessively emboldened, I became
Prior exhortations, I scorned
Supremely confident, I embarked

Only to have embraced…..

…..a Wraith

     …..tskTSK…..tskTSK…..tskTSK…..

Blame not the Scolders…..

Gallery bystanders anchored in awe
silently bandaged their veracious perceptions
loathe to waste any shredded weave
original of mine own infatuated garments

Remnants of my scolded heart
whispering breathlessly
skipping only to a muted, abandoned rhythm

     ….TsKtSk…..TsKtSk…..TsKtSk…..

Her familiar entitlement merely punctuates
His Dragon’s share of horror and hallelujah

I willingly accept all unanticipated burdens
now my weight to bear

My Integrity….. intact
   ergo…..

I zestfully gaze upon dawning sanguine horizons

Now, solo patience nurtures abundant clarity
Now, is so very near…..

Apprentice once more! HUZZAH!

Dare I shyly serenade afresh…..
…..hopeful of an unwritten concerto?

 Heart beats…..
   Hearts beat…..

     Heartbeats…..

     ….. tsktsk…..tsktsk…..  …..lubdub…..LUBDUB…..

Lesson learned…..
A silhouetted silence casts the darkest shadow

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… and if I may, I chose to include the following background history of ‘scold‘, as I was delighted to learn of this, after I completed these recent scratchings! Unintentional irony – the best kind!

Word History: A scold is not usually a poet and a scolding rarely sounds like poetry to the one being scolded, but it seems that the word scold has a poetic background. It is probable that scold, first recorded in Middle English in a work probably composed around 1150, has a Scandinavian source related to the Old Icelandic word skld, “poet.” Middle English scolde may in fact mean “a minstrel,” but of that we are not sure. However, its Middle English meanings, “a ribald abusive person” and “a shrewish chiding woman,” may be related to skld, as shown by the senses of some of the Old Icelandic words derived from skld. Old Icelandic skldskapr, for example, meant “poetry” in a good sense but also “a libel in verse,” while skld-stöng meant “a pole with imprecations or charms scratched on it.” It would seem that libelous cursing verse was a noted part of at least some poets’ productions and that this association with poets passed firmly along with the Scandinavian borrowing into English.

Dragun Cerf-volant

Aujourd’hui seulement…..

Today is her day!

An infinitely educing destiny beckons
but
Today …. is her day
to embrace….. her Dragon!

Ceremoniously acceding her pending milestone
Boisterous tide ecstatically marries ammophilous beach
Ferocious obsidian thunderclouds exhale their fluidic animus
cleaving ecstatically unto Sol
ablaze with chromatic flares
gifting her a perfect moment for
FLIGHT!

Utter Forces, now in idyllic attendance
her enraptured audience alert
as
Today …. is her day

Ahead…
an Azure Dragon
securely reposes midst intertide
entwined amongst beach kelp
a mob of curating sand dollars
harnessed as her boma

Legend precepts a cautionary approach……
     …..downwind from her…..

A barefoot duo approach…..
daughter and dad

at first sight of her
daughter explodes ante

dad momentarily savours her zeal
recollecting….. his own, past moment…..
intensely appreciative of her moment to come

Look dad, an old kite! Looks like a … blue dragon!” she exclaims
More than a kite. More than a dragon” he whispers

It won’t fly! It looks broken!” she declares
She will fly. She soars…..only for you” he predicts

daughter unwinds the emerald kelp strands tethering her ancient frame
     freeing her thoughts

daughter brushes aside magnetic sand motes speckling her cerulean wings
     freeing her imagination

daughter cleanses her obstructed eyelids
     freeing her perception

daughter unfurls her coiled, indigo empennage
     freeing her love

daughter sets her upright, firm against a confident sea breeze
     freeing her soul

and she does not buckle
     she now waits…..

Teach her to fly” dad curiously advises daughter
But ….. how?” she puzzles
turning towards him

He bends down, one knee on the glistening sand
He looks directly into her cobalt bathed eyes
He leans forward, insulating his response
and whispers his most treasured strength…..
     “Believe yourself….a dragon

daughter laughs
pirouettes
and faces … her Dragun Cerf-volant!

Unwinding the viridian kelp as raw string
daughter instinctively backs away
unwaveringly facing her moira
she will temporarily act as pilot

Upon her penultimate footfall
Dragon opens one eye!
With daughter’s final, firm footprint
Dragon opens the other eye!

Theirs is an intimate gaze
a shared essence of possibility

dad, whispers from afar
and is heard by both
You must name her, as I once did…..

daughter whispers knowingly,
Seraphina!”

Rocketing upwards
Seraphina embraces her zephyr
and mirthfully barrel rolls
‘tween stars and surf

daughter orchestrates neither
the olive hued kelp-string
nor the directionless gale
nor the whirling wyvern

instead
BOTH now sense a mirrored direction of heart
a parallel journey of talents
an armament of unspoken respect

Casting loose the unaccomplished twine
daughter waves to the revelling sapphire tarkhum
now untethered and unclaimed

Diving down breakneck
opaline wings promptly unfold
arresting her progress
scant eyelashes apart
from an unflinching daughter

daughter extends her arms to the side
emulating the expanse of Seraphina
both are now

wingtip to wingtip
eye to eye
face to face
soul to soul

Seraphina hovers effortlessly
then…. turns her head slightly
…. and
WINKS at daughter!

daughter spontaneously winks back
surrounding their first perfect moment
with peals of laughter and joy!

Seraphina ascends encore
endlessly comfortable within any tempest
always nearby
for
daughter

dad emotionally whispers
goodbye old friend
to his past dragoness
Care for each other, as we once did
I am eternally….grateful

A Wayward Wyvern’s counsel…..
Never peer into a dragon’s eyes
unless you are prepared….. to wink!

Seraphina


daughter and dad

        daughter and dad

joyous    insouciant    sublime

           TOGETHER!

This island’s sandy beach
serves as their penetralian paradise

Invested of love
Capricious of spirit

They…..
gambol barefoot
upon their arenaceous dance floor!

They are at PLAY!

        dad and daughter

She youthfully stabilizes herself
upon his own weathered, committed stance

Both now facing forward

His worldly plantar soul
tendering infinite footing
in naïve preparation
to surmount jeopardous dunes

           TOGETHER!

His weathered dorsal surface
freely offered as her fugitive dance floor

He is her sole support
He is her soul support

Her hands within his….
Her feet upon his…..
Her heart within his…..

They purposefully travel forward

           TOGETHER!

Jousting knights alongside sanddollar castles
Waving at crowds of synchronized anemones
Laughing at fleets of soaring iridescent wyvern
Grinning at mermaids sheltering their purses
Tickling the toes of slumbering driftwood nisse

Surf and Sand     Tide and Time     Chance and Favour

Inept gnats ALL
contra this duo!

        Daughter and Dad

Theirs is a tandem of
committed stride and nascent glide

As they grow…..
and strengthen in resolve……

Desperate barriers arise!

Incurving tides coerce an intolerable interruption
Clinging sands arrogate a presumptuous reservation
Flotsam and jetsam ridicule their solidarity
Writhing kelp attempt their smaragdine embrace

Begone fool elements!

for they swagger invincible
as….Family!

All too soon……for him…..

His strides

shorten, shorten, shorten

and eventually
he
stops

The right time has come…..

He needs release her one hand…..

She now balances easily
within her own unaided stride

His eyes commence to mist over…..

He needs release her other hand

She now determines easily

Her Own
unaccompanied
unprotected
journey

Toddler no longer

Afore him…..

A confident, radiant, untethered
Young Woman
poised to embark upon an energetic future
etching her own lingering impressions
in the trailing sand

She turns to thank him…..

And witnesses

An uncompromisable tear of pride
emerging from his soul…..
…..framing her own reflection
of eternal gratitude

He silently marvels…..

how is it possible
she has grown up
so fast
yet
so slow
…..at the same time?

Wyvern Memoirs…..

Of a deep, earthy, burgundy hue

his leather-bound, scarred, injured journal

veers majestically apace

lonely star-speckled beach pebbles

all inescapably dormant

each positioned adoringly

upon his star polished driftwood nightstand

 

He sleeps, aside…..

A weathered, comfortable, familiar

reflectively golden feathered Quill

mystically engineered of

silver edged vane

rainbow tinted rachis

emerald carved barb

thundercloud laced afterfeather

achingly hollow calamus…..

Quill mutely rests upon

the tattooed barrier blockading his scribbled memoirs

 

What Wyvern soars employing such resplendent armour?

Rests upon? Nay!

 

Quill passionately clasps and guards

the now dormant scratchings contained within

Quill patiently strokes his etched chronology

swaying in rhyme with the whispering breeze

which sensually enters through an adjacent oriel

 

All contestants, coolly urging him to

…..write

release your annals, encore

…..write

allow Nib and Papyrus to embrace

…..write

let loose your imaginings

…..write

abandon shyness

…..write

Let her know…..

…..write

 

He stirs…..

When provoked sufficiently,

His torrid script burns amidst concupiscent entwinings

 

Quill longs to swirl indecently

captured within an azure drenched inkwell

Nib and Papyrus adhere

contained within their mirrored strokes of passion

touching only to conceive a trailing wake of memories…..

madness        sensuous             tenuous         tender

   chaotic             pulsating           fearful          lustful

 

His past essence

His emotional legacy

He…..wakes

 

Quill, sans zephyr

trembles with potent pleasure

Nib and Papyrus, in tense with direction

shiver with azure anticipation

 

He craves clarity from distant echoes

He desires closure from mirrored confusion

He seeks release from her stoic silence

 

He cradles Quill

 

A shout of wind accelerates his journal

parting the excited blank codex within

He immerses Quill in moist azure mercury…..

and

He…..

…..writes