Allow every silence

Attend simplicity

Accept her every breath

Appreciate her strengths

Ally with her heartbeat

Admit her soul to yours

Avow ….. Eternity

Photo from Eyes of a Dragon – Avow
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Pleiades:  This titled form was invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman, Sol Magazine’s Lead Editor. Only one word is allowed in the title followed by a single seven-line stanza. The first word in each line begins with the same letter as the title. Hortensia Anderson, a popular haiku and tanka poet, added her own requirement of restricting the line length to six syllables.

Background of the Pleiades: The Pleiades is a star cluster in the constellation Taurus. It is a cluster of stars identified by the ancients, mentioned by Homer in about 750 B.C and Hesiod in about 700 B.C. Six of the stars are readily visible to the naked eye; depending on visibility conditions between nine and twelve stars can be seen. Modern astronomers note that the cluster contains over 500 stars. The ancients named these stars the seven sisters: Alcyone, Asterope, Celaeno, Electra, Maia, Merope, and Tygeta; nearby are the clearly visible parents, Atlas and Pleione. The poetic form The Pleiades is aptly named: the seven lines can be said to represent the seven sisters, and the six syllables represent the nearly invisible nature of one sister.

(The above explanation from Shadow Poetry)

Thanks again to Kira at Wrestling Life for introducing me to this and other Poetry Forms.

Previous Pleiades: S, T, H,


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.

Dragun Cerf-volant

Aujourd’hui seulement…..

Today is her day!

An infinitely educing destiny beckons
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

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

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
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,

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

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

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!


daughter and dad

        daughter and dad

joyous    insouciant    sublime


This island’s sandy beach
serves as their penetralian paradise

Invested of love
Capricious of spirit

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


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


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

All too soon……for him…..

His strides

shorten, shorten, shorten

and eventually

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

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
so slow
…..at the same time?


These digital scratches were inspired from an accidental post, crafted by a writer-poet EVERYONE should find, read and follow:

Coco J. Ginger at http://courtingmadness.wordpress.com/

Thank you for the inspiration and allowing me to feel the breeze while hitchhiking on your magic carpet of words!


You might be reminded of me when you’re travelling

You might be reminded of me when you’re near a fireplace

You might be reminded of me when you make cinnamon rolls

You might be reminded of me when you’re not gardening

You might be reminded of me when you need a shoulder

You might be reminded of me when you send a postcard

You might be reminded of me when you’re in a rush

You might be reminded of me when you’re cycling

You might be reminded of me when he awakens next to you

You might be reminded of me when he abandons you

You might be reminded of me when comforted from nightmares

You might be reminded of me when you read his poetry

You might be reminded of me when laughing and studying

You might be reminded of me when you’re glancing at other men

Or maybe you will avoid being reminded of me ever again.

I will always remember what went wrong

I have been scolded that I cared for too long

And memories answer to such a fickle temptress

But I am told that it will get better and I remind myself I no longer need to be with you.
Remembering is treacherous as is exchanging passions for the unknown,
the heartbeats for my senses only – invisible, yet familiar companions

Because reminders become placeholders for fleeting moments of healing

You might be reminded of me when you kiss him

When you gaze down and offer to him, that same answer, I once forever requested

You might be reminded of me when you sojourn to The Azure Dragon – and turn both your lives into one

Remember the Lost Little Ones

“Remember the lost little ones”

Those are not my words…..

Too many parents that have shared silenced grief

“You are young. You can try again.”

To many parents, silent grief is all that remains

“We don’t know why…..”

Too many futures, silently evaporated

“If you need anything….”

To many futures, now less than silent

“These things happen…..”

“Remember the lost little ones”

Too many others, far more eloquent than I

have favoured this heartfelt request

too many times…..

And I have remembered them both

ever since….

Many would remember….. for awhile

but I knew they would ultimately forget

Even now, fewer still

remember anything

Fewest of all now,

…..I alone remember

“Remember the lost little ones”

I remember his exuberant kick, goodbye…..

I remember her joyous wave, goodbye…..

Little did I know…..

Why should we remember?

Each and every lost little one….

…..would have changed the world

∞ Quantum Temptress ∞

Ah, but She is my bewildering temptress!

Solely, for me?

I now wonder, aloud…..

I now wander, alone…..

Soulfully, for me?

Dare I delay…..

…..dare I desire

Skirring amongst my alembicated longings

as easily as fog over glass

Her moist balance endures

…..and I am


teetering with passion!

Knowingly, would I risk…..

….utter devastation


DAMN this serendipitous shyness!

She IS my bewildering temptress!

Staggering with realization

I ….accede….




to my acquiescent future…..