Joyce Watkins, US

 

 

Free Verse   a poem   ...leaves lay golden curled and twisted under pear trees I sit...waiting to catch the very moment when one releases and falls to earth or for a breeze to come up and carry them down the street...in that distinct sound.... only the wind and dried leaves can make gift of this time of year 'Tis the season of bloodmoon eclipse and fallen leaves a stillness clears the city business for a moment one sacred breath and i take a sacramental inhale...letting go and smiling I feel a spell coming on the candles, incense and tea conspire, a new world order tumbles into creation Magic seeps from everything i see the cracks in every otherwise ordinary object A new dimension is appearing heralded by the Mayans...before they disappeared...leaving behind the cryptic clues My heart pounds in anticipation The day when gaia reigns once more     Free Verse   Songs of Nature   ...a lone bird sings outside my window on this early fall morning singing a song of life, love, and departure i understand when nature speaks.... some holy rollers speak in tongues and the faithful hear their cries ...like on LSD i could understand any language spoken and unspoken eyes open or closed made no difference today i listen to the messages of the moon, stars...the wind, watching how the leaves turn and fall....the sounds they make rustling down empty streets i hear it all when i stop breath and listen to the songs of nature     Free Verse   into the fall   ...a closet full of summer and winter, can swing either way at this betwixt bewitched time of year one day hot and another cool emotions follow confused and chaotic a rollercoaster ride into fall Samhain is on the way the veil is parting I hear, dream, touch those who have passed they call out to me now because they can and oh how i hear them ....in the wind as it rushes through the palm fronds in the dew drops...falling off the trees night grows longer as day goes away moon comes to rule in Its own mystical, magical, mysterious ways....... Spirits are about as the pumpkins appear on doorsteps trick or treat the familiar chant as dark takes over the light time for angst and blues...to be my muse how i thrill to the slow sensuous beats as i dance a lone tango into the fall     Free Verse   Feels So Good   Feels so good... to be alone to hear nature...and let the words from the other side...pour through the portal of my soul In this world of want more I want less.....give me simplicity, space, silence So i can hear, sense, see beyond the veil....want to be a pure channel, an open doorway for spirit to play Feels so good