In this cyberspace world, we have learned we are only limited by the depth and width of our thinking, and our lack of knowledge. We can virtually, be anywhere, just by closing our eyes.
Funny, it’s always been like that. It’s just so vast now…
We attempt to cram so much information into our minds in a day,
perhaps we have lost trust in our own vision, forgotten how to give surprise and wonder a place in our reality…
sometimes.. just missing your train is a good thing
hints of release and relief are in the air,
when the doors open,
room to move
have a seat
smile at a stranger
pretend the world’s alright
in the wake of a year.
rushing to finish, to believe there is a future,
tired, birthing nature,
paws, hooves, scales, and feathers
autumn shows with remarkable beauty …
ending in loss
darkness comes closer to light,
as night comes sooner
the moon tosses the sun into a deeper, longer sleep,
while our shadows walk beside us …
so much earlier in the day
‘silk – fine threads of fibre often woven into cocoons for protection by silkworms.
luxurious, resilient and, extremely strong’.
love, a precious strand of silk, weaves through our lives binding hearts together
vulnerable, in the shadow if it’s strength,
we strive to keep it weaving all the time.
marvels of a dream.
as today drifts into tomorrow
minds rest into the sea of sleep,
embracing all that is marvelous,
Darkness brings no fear
a warm place to rest a soul
from the cold of day
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #154 Darkness&Deep
A New Moon occurs when the Moon and the Sun are in the same Sign of the Zodiac. The Sun lights up the back of the Moon, making it unable, for us, (down here on earth), to see it.
It is the phase of the Moon to begin new projects, make important phones calls, write-up new proposals, and, initiate new endeavours.
Thought you’d get up early.
Flit the day away.
before the effects of
Friday’s new moon,
got you movin’and shakin,’
starting that thing you wanted to do,
calling those guys you wanted meet,
signing off on that sale you made,
before reading it … just one more time.
But, you (returned).
Snuggled back into bed.
Chased away the blues,
with a coffee instead.
Tossing and turning, the tides pulled you out,
pushed you back in again.
Sweeping through your thoughts,
each time, bringing clarity to the moment,
when the sun would set,
the moon would peak,
and you would start your day.
hot under the collar.
Hot and cold
…you are to me.
Hot as Hades
hot property… (you are).
I’d like to own you
Whew, it’s getting hot in here
is it my hormones… or the beer?
No, I think it’s all this heat,
when you are here, fans can’t compete
with all the cheering and the screams,
that stir the coals, that burn so deep,
reminding that I’m hot for you.