The Master’s Stare
September 24, 2017
Beware the master’s stare,
It reads your mind’s desire.
Upon its brow you’ll see your wants,
And live within Their terror.
-M.E. InkOwl
Between Cloud and Stone
September 23, 2017
“Run!” My feet plead as I stand before it all.
The sky stretches far beyond my small body as wind tosses grass about.
“Go.” Whispers my hands, aching to reach out and propel me forward.
Shadows play over a vast patchwork quilt of alfalfa and sage.
“Move.” Says the wind as it dances around my ears.
Sunlight warms my skin, enhancing a feeling of sleepiness.
“Step.” Thrums my heart, quickening as my pupils constrict in excitement.
And as a stick thrown into a gurgling stream, I surged.
-M.E. InkOwl
Summer’ Last Breath
September 22, 2017
We played upon the gentle graces of Summer’s last breath.
Between tree and water, our lives stood still.
Before us lay a pool of inspiration,
Waiting to be released upon willing minds.
The sun warmed our skin, even as a whisper of fall came calling.
Around us, leaves began to turn and our very bones felt a subtle shift.
“Winter is coming.” The earth spoke to us.
-M.E. InkOwl
Connection
September 21, 2017
To live and be full,
To die and leave empty.
I cry more tears to keep your heart afloat.
You have none, yet give me all.
-M.E. InkOwl
Transcendance
September 20, 2017
Where-with did you come,
From garden paradise?
I knew thee as one of old,
But now as a babe, you come walking.
For long hath since the world turned away,
From God’s great work ascending.
To me, you came and in thy youth,
Your trials never-ending.
-M.E. InkOwl
Purity Haiku
September 19, 2017
My hands are not pure.
You saw my confession true,
Never to return.
-M.E. InkOwl
Waiting for Lilacs
September 18, 2017
The sky grew darker still, a spring storm rising in the West. But I stood stalk still, listening to the giant twisting hedge.
Broad leaves have sprouted from sticks of Winter, their wick a vibrant green. But I knew further beauty lay buried deep within.
“Michael, come on it’s time to go!” Called mother from the car. We were to leave and come back soon when Lilacs were in full bloom.
But I knew the grip of summer time would burn those lilacs clean, so standing there, upon a small hillock I waited for the Spring.
For Lilacs are the sweetest bud, beyond roses, lilies or cornflower. For from their mouths sweet music rings and turns the wind to wine so fair.
Mother called again, “Come on kid! We’re already late, the storm’s almost here.”
And so with reluctance, I turned my back on a green hedge so bare. And knew within my deepest parts, I’d miss those Lilacs bloom.
-M.E. InkOwl
Haiku #2
September 17, 2017
Rise oh bones of yew
Drink up dust from yonder earth
Resurrect the light
-M.E. InkOwl
Home
September 16, 2017
Home is what I call thee.
For as doth my bones ache to be removed from thee,
So singeth the blood within my veins.
My heart whispers, “Stayeth a while, lest thou wander too far.”
For upon my brow is etched a righteous design,
To be, forever, cradled within a basin of perfection.
Here I am complete, comforted by thy familiar embrace.
Young am I in thine infinite gaze, a bee upon a flower.
But even as the sun’s rays fall, so will I,
Never to be returned.
-M.E. InkOwl
Heaven’s Door
September 15, 2017
Here we sit at heaven’s door,
You with your stick and I with my rock.
Between our naked feet glimmer slick trout,
Their light dancing between the clouds.
Above us we find the sky opening wide,
Our thoughts whisked away by a breath.
And as you look upon my face I see,
The divinity which burns within.
Your mortal frame holds patience still,
While deep within, forever grows.
My eyes behold an endless joy,
Far deeper than words can combine.
And as we wait, two sprites just birthed,
You smile at me, upon Heaven’s door
-M.E. InkOwl
