Jewels in the Sky

Glistening jewels coat
the tips of trees
which light the skies
with lofty ease.
Priceless Rubies, Topaz stones,
and Mandarin Garnets
in orange tones.

Each will be sold in silent bidding
with votes harnessed
from a passing crowd
of wide, uplifted eyes
whose currency, only fitting,
is to be pleased-
sometimes out loud!

Later these gems
whose fiery flames
burned without heat
and singed none but their stems,
these dazzling comets
will fade and fall
down to earthly feet
whose toes will curl
deep into the ground
and stoke the coals
for next years round.

A Mardarin Garnet.

Soundless Love

Like the memory of
a sweet violin
I sing inside your ear
and bring you to meet another
part of yourself.

Like a dewdrop
rolling off a leaf
I fall
in a silent journey
to the pond below
with a soundless splash
and a gentle ripple

True Love, the Largest Spirit

A simple poem called True Love by Ron over at WonderingSoul, illuminates the idea of Great Spirit, or God, the ultimate freedom to love perfectly, to transcend our natural human limitations. For me, all poetic inspiration arises from the openly loving attitude of this mood.

True love is
neither physical,
nor romantic.
True love is
an acceptance
of all that is,
has been,
will be and
will not be.

This is the love of God, or Great Spirit of the Universe, or Gaia, or what ever name you give to the greatest spirit in your beliefs. This is the love I aspire to feel and to give, to share and to strive for.

Seasonal Poems to Warm the Soul

Happy Winter Solstice! I may not be religious in the traditional sense, but I understand and cherish the importance of the “spirit of the season”.

As many of you know, Jesus wasn’t born in December, but his birthday was placed near the pagan Roman holiday of Saturnalia by Constantine to encourage pagans to join the church. The celebration of light and rebirth appeals to all.

Over the years I’ve written various poems for the season. Some are just ruminations on the mood, some are about the solstice, but all, I think convey universal sentiments. I’ve linked to some and printed others in a list here. Enjoy.

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Rhythms of the Seasons
—
Noël
—
Sacrificial Tree (two poems)
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Jingle Ironies
—
A Simple Gift
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Inspire Beauty

Beauty calls and yearns for your attention,
it gives rise and dimension to your soul,
a reflection of your truest goals.

Lest we forget, our hearts are fueled
by a love enduring beyond our lives.
And beauty is its chaperon,
a spark through the dark nights
on the long walk
to the light of the mountain top.

All we have is each other.

May the comfort of love be with you.

Boy

Caress-able
        Silky
        Smooth
        Vivid
        Arc
In liquid time.

Itchy bubbles
        Blistering
        Sucking
        Black hole
Of desire.

Cascading fire
        Melting
        Smoldering
        Searing
        Flesh
In lightening’s eye.

I watched him showing off his backbends and backflips, shirtless, baggy shorts. This poem is three snaps of him: his beauty; his desire, or mine; and the sweet wound inflicted by his beauty.