The Night Witnesses

 

        

 courtesy : Forest Terminal by Mike Worrall

A dilapidated station 

Is half awake

A maze of trees Lies in wait

A solitary soul

Draped in black

Lost in thought of remote past

Frozen lake

Nowhere to be seen

Unending rail tracks

Vanish into mists

All promises kept and all miles trodden

Lovely, deep woods must be paid heed to then

Tell tale clock nods, knows what will happen

Written for Sunday Challenge featuring Mike Worrall @ Real Toads & shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

 

          If Ever

Just as all rivers turn to Ocean

And all faiths to Thou

I am not sure if my meandering thoughts

Will ever find the path of prayer to reach You

Just as some blotted out stars still shine

And the sky wears a new moon

I am not sure if my empty heart

Will ever be ablaze with love for Thou

Just as waterfall crashes with all its strength

And tears stream down a devotee’s face

I am not sure if my crusty soul

Will ever break to flow towards You

Just as the wind ripples the lakes and ponds

And murmurs in the jungle

Let Your Name ripple my being

Rid my mind of its trenches with Wicked Corner

Hold my fears of facing Truth at bay

Make not a splash ever

And I am sure

I shall not fall from Your Grace

Whether I am downhill, in the gorges or on mountaintops 

written for Real Toads (Challenge : Get Listed with Ed Pilolla) & also posted for Poetry Jam (challenge : What Do You Know for Sure?)

     Dona Nobis Pacem

I see a huge golden egg

The size of the full moon

Oscillating in the inky sky

A crack appears

The shell breaks into golden shower

A luminous Dove emerges

Spreading its radiant wings

It takes a downward flight

Hearing our prayer

Lo and Behold

The Earth metamorphoses

Into a love bubble in the galaxy

Written for Blog4peace @ Real Toads in response to Mimi Lenox's theme 'What do I want my world to look like?' and shared with Poets United.........

      OH SPRING

Joy is forever

Icy cold shroud can’t quell it

Mind becomes spring

Mind becomes spring

Blooming flowers day and night

Poets wear a smile

Poets wear a smile

There is no dearth of blossoms

Oh bliss of creation

Written for : Artistic Interpretations with Margaret-‘Maria Wulf’s Visual Poems’@ Real Toads

My poem was inspired by one of the visual art video clips of Maria Wolf of Full Moon Faber Art…

                                 

                            

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

That slender figure

With thousands of green eyes glowing

Was beckoning

A winged Babe responded

And began drinking darkness

Until dawn cracked letting out the huge yolk

The tree was happy

Written for Verse First @ Poets United

COMFORT

Those rare moments of comfort come

When huge word waves recede in the mind

And not a ripple is created

All thoughts escape into nothingness

Only the being remains

Everything seems to be made of peace

Everyone appears to be angels

Only Comfort reigns supreme

The heart becomes a spring of joy

Wish to God that realm of Beauty

Is given to all

Written for Poetry Jam

Written for Mini-challenge:Masks @ Real Toads & shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

MASK

I am consciousness alone

Wearing the body-mask for the time being

And watching how the Cosmic Soul

Has put on the mask of the universe

I am related to everyone and everything

I am beyond death

When the time comes

I shall cast away the mask

And be one with the Cosmic Soul