Poetry Corner - The Silver Circle

Touch the silver chain,

Precious links wound ‘round your neck.

Let your fingers stroke

The tiny silken circles.

The cool of metal

Against the warm heat of skin.

Each link is a word.

Forming thoughts.

Creating ideas.

Weaving stories.

What words do you hear?

“Once upon a time…”

“In the terror of the storm…”

“Look to the west, the sun is rising…”

Listen to your heart.

How does your story end?

Search, find the last link.

You know the one, sad but true.

Tired not broken,

Holding the silver circle.

Staying together,

Not willing to be destroyed

What are the last words?

I love you eternally.

                                    - Mary Quast

Poet's Corner - Silver Circle #Poem

Touch the silver chain,

Precious links wound ‘round your neck.

Let your fingers stroke

The tiny silken circles.

The cool of metal

Against the warm heat of skin.

Each link is a word.

            Forming thoughts.

                        Creating ideas.

                                    Weaving stories.

What words do you hear?

            “Once upon a time…”

                                    “In the terror of the storm…”

                                                            “Look to the west, the sun is rising…”

Listen to your heart.

How does your story end?

Search, find the last link.

You know the one, sad but true.

Tired not broken,

Holding the silver circle.

Staying together,

Not willing to be destroyed

                            What are the last words?

                                  I love you eternally.

Incense
The stick is lit. Smoke takes to the air like a runner after the gunshot, but only for a moment does it run. With a sudden yawn, the smoke relaxes and begins to gently twist and turn. A floating spiral, on an upward path.

Scented smoke carries my thoughts, my memories, my spirit with it. I feel lifted, unburdened by physical things. My spirit calls out to my ancestors and to my God. Wings of grey take me to weightlessness. I am free. No pain, no sorrow. I am light.

I bend and arch in the currents. Smiling as I float in this newfound space. Twisting, turning as I soar. My heart beats out a soft drum. It is an empty space as is my soul. I breathe deep; the smoke brings to me words from heavenly voices.

Warm air wraps around my body, across my skin and through my bones. Delicate webs weave me a staircase to follow. Exotic scent beckons to me. Grey wings pull my spirit higher. I feel peace. I am one with the elements of air, earth, water, fire.

A line of smoke rises and splits into two lines forming a pair of wings. They take flight and ramble in time as they play. Circling, twirling, weaving through memories.

The wings begin to fade, the scent lingers. I’m not ready. Take me with you, let me fly some more. The smoke moves as if in slow motion, not waving farewell but giving me a smile. Even when I can’t see it, the scent is there and I will be at peace. I know I am not alone.

A Dark Cloud song

"I Close My Eyes"
(This is a song that took 3rd place in a national song lyric competition.)

They say there is an emotion;
It exists but only for a few.

(chorus) It has no name,
No words can describe.
I close my eyes,
I am filled.

Stronger than love,
transcending time.
It knows not birth nor death,
only existence.

(chorus)

Felt in the touch of your hand,
Lost in the darkness of my soul.
Heard in the heartbeat,
against my cheek.

(chorus)

Memories of skin on skin may fade,
the emotion continues on.
Thriving in the confusion,
hidden in the emptiness inside.

(chorus)

Never to leave,
but a part of me for eternity.
Hungry for more,
I will remain content.

(repeat chorus 2X)
fade w/ repeated "I close my eyes".