A Watching Stone

 

 

Oh rock of ages, carved from the weathering of our world.

Your face has touch generations of my flesh and heard mortality’s groan.

As a young boy, I climbed your surface, assured in my youth.

But to you, as a moment upon a butterfly’s wing, I am old.

Take care, the watching of my children to come. For they too are but babes, crawling upon a stone.

-M.E. InkOwl

Haiku #4

 

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You captured my heart

As our world was set aflame

We are but cinders

-M.E. InkOwl

The Wheel Ever Turning

Here upon the ground I walk,

Between tall grass and sage.

In the distance, I spy a lowing form,

Chocolate brown surrounded by gray-green.

I feel an age pass beneath the sun,

Within the blink of an eye.

A hawk twists in the sky,

And below the lowing continues.

For now, my feet must hold me down,

Connecting me to reality.

-M.E. InkOwl

A Feast of the Mind

 Sometimes it feels like I’ve stepped from the bonds of reality and wandered through the gates of infinity.

I cannot tell between the aging lenses of my eyes if what I behold is a mere figment of my imagination, or solid fact beneath my bones.

So close I feel to the Earth that is my home. Yet at a distance, I am confined by the limits of my feeble mind.

Wake up my vision, shake off the dust of age and take part in the feast all around.

-M.E. InkOwl

Unheard Incantations: A Collaborative Poem

Thanks to the wonderful minds behind GoDogGoCafe I was the opportunity to participate in a collaborative poem! Follow the link and experience a confluence of creativity!
-M.E. InkOwl

Go Dog Go Café

The words we cannot say
Will be wept
Into silence between us (CER)

Breathe deep, dear love;
Be still with me
Listen to my heartstrings
A song meant just for you (KMA)

Each tear
An eloquent elegy
To tortured truths (AP)

Each note played
On a hand carved lute
Strung with strips
Of my soul (JWL)

Your breathless aura
Beats in time
Undulating ululation
With my exhaled psyche (AP)

Intertwined, tangled,
Unified: whole
Healed. (JWL)

Yet with hearts torn open
Bleeding out the notes of our song
You turned from me (ME)

I am fire
Drowning
In desire
Weep
I beg
Save me (1W-W)

Fetch me an instrument,
For the untrained ear
Is soothed by that
Which it cannot comprehend. (LEL)

Not everything is black and white.
For even the eclipsed moon
Is not without a little light. (SD)

Whispers through the distance
I remember
As you reach for my…

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The Way Unpaved

As I rounded the edge of a low lying plateau, my eyes beheld the Basin. Wrapped in the golden arms of Autumn, I felt a rise of emotion within my chest.

Rolling down the window to breathe in the rich farmland air I braked to a stop.

“I made it,” I said, drinking it all in.

Stands of Poplars marked residents over a hundred years old. An echoing bark from across the way rang softly in my ears. An answering call from a cluster of cows pulled my eyes across the countryside.

Unbidden, a thought grew in my mind.

This ground is blood of your blood, these trees are bones of your bone.”

Again a wave of emotion rose within me, and tears sprang to my eyes.

“Home,” I whispered in the emptiness of my car. “I am home.”

-M.E. InkOwl

Haiku #3

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Alone but I know,

Buried where green field meets light

Innocent blood dries

-M.E. InkOwl

Leaving


Upon a mirror we walked,

Two lines and a ripple.

The clouds spread dappled shade,

Upon a lush land of green.

We drank the waters of our youth,

And thought our troubles ended.

But then we left this paradise,

Thinking our days unending.

And wound our feet upon the road,

Death’s path, forever descending.

And now you lay within my arms,

Your life rippling away.

And I look back down a time dusted lane,

One we should have never taken.

-M.E. InkOwl