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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Tanaga– Wikipedia
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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Tanaga– Wikipedia
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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Ollo Vae

     ….. Slow

          ….. lingering

               ….. blinks …..

Shared solely with Twilight
wistfully seduced ‘midst civil intimacies
whilst embracing Eventide’s last ebb

An invitation to momentarily caress
her refulgent vault
gathering illuminations
amid journeying from
uttermost dawns
acknowledging each nautical marking
bearing unwonted insights
aglow from plerion legacies
and astronomical delights

   ….. to stay the night
      ….. her night …..
         ….. their night …..
            ….. imprismed inamorata

Releasing quests hitherto uncharted
and passions unrivalled
as each blazing phosphene
proclaims to slumbering souls

   ….. dream
      ….. dream
         ….. dream

Freely released upon Aurora’s first blush
to rejoin spectrumed infatuates
and await reflected beloveds
now beyond the night sky’s velvet chaise

Wonder not
why stars emerge
‘neath shuttered eyes …..

   ….. for
      ….. Novae
         ….. need
            ….. dream
               ….. within
                  ….. us

Bulwark – Photo Prompt Monday

Dormant cinereal perils
force their presence
mapping their intent
upon contrariwise barriers …..
….. of dust

Etched with sutured memories
carved by exigent passions
stained with rogue ecstasy

Ancient bulwarks defend
yet …..
….. offer safe passage

This is in response to Photo Prompt Mondays at Kirsten Uninterrupted.
( I am a day late! )

 

 

 

Stalled Eternity Nonet

Grassland sentinel through harvests past

slumbering guardian of Fall

echoing autumnal toil

timbers of the heartland

prairie legacy

ghost in the veldt

summer sun

silenced

soil

Stalled Eternity

Photo from Eyes of a Dragon – Stalled Eternity

Trial Islands Fibonacci

Aisle

of

Trials

etch each blast

island corridor

Poseidon’s trident stands ….. at ease

Scribe’s Isle (Trial Islands Lighthouse)

Photo from Eyes of a Dragon – Trial Island I

Verse

Softly, these digital runes …..
   undeniably cursed with contemplative quill
      gently espied by an imaginative coterie
   shyly avoiding all quantized spectra
….. now exist …..

no tangible legacy to be
cracked ….. faded ….. chipped ….. eroded

yet ….. infinite potential to be
digitized ….. archived ….. copied ….. mirrored

all these scattered, fugitive impressions
be they …..

stained on curled papyrus
   etched by dancing quanta
      burned with enduring passion
   doused with unquenchable spirits
embraced by a quixotic ….. Traveller

….. even …..

coalescent….. ‘tween tremolo souls

All venture t’wards but one path …..

I seek not ….. frail papyrus antitails
so easily dispersed …..

I seek not ….. clarity of tears
so easily confused …..

I seek not ….. rhyme with reason
so easily abandoned …..

I seek naught
   but
      to
         contribute
            one
Verse

Silence

Scarred tears of disconsolate loss
   obsidian etched silhouettes
      now in abeyance of
   wondrous tears of unfolding felicity

each silence …..
every silence …..
this silence …..
   ….. necessary …..
      ….. welcome …..
         ….. earned …..

Only those ….. who have earned the right to embrace
   their own silence …..

….. must harken TO silence …..
   ….. where silence thrives …..

‘tween crimson rose petals
   awaiting their cimarron aurora

‘twixt grains of tidal shores
   carving their rhythmic longanimity

‘mongst dewed mists
   caressing ethereal moments of perfection

midst glacial fissures
   reflecting sapphire passions

within earthbound intended cloudbursts
   chasing their gravity defying afterlife

enringed infinities of their brash souls
   dashing headlong towards their perdurable destiny

mistake not silence ….. as impatience

earned silence is only for those
   who truly listen within Silence

….. In the tangled Silence of the Heart
………. In the earned Silence of his Art

…..         …..
….. listen …..
…..         …..

This is the first poem of a somewhat unplanned trilogy which includes following posts entitled Solitude and Secrets.

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!

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 …..

http://www.labyrinthos.net/chartresfaq.html
http://www.gratefulness.org/labyrinth/chartres.htm

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…….

Guardians Haiku 俳句

slumbering treasure

solstice shifts to equinox

chilled autumnal toil

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~

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 ★

Thera Tanka 短歌

Volcanic nightfall

Santorini memories

Via Lactea

even Galileo mused

★ it’s full of stars everywhere ★

Prism Haiku 俳句

Arc of pure delight

bending yet will never break

∞ infinite outcomes ∞

Beach Tanka 短歌

Unbalanced heartbeats

rhythmical studies in stone

mist understandings

≈ sinuous tidal cadence ≈

littoral admonitions 

Winter Bloom Tanka 短歌

Rustic sleight of hand

formations of straw cadets

rural armouries

breaths of Augusts past, arise

╬ unleash wintery desires ╬