Twitter share button

Translate

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

webs

webs

Angel Robin

Angel Robin
MANY of these photos are courtesy of my SoulMate, my Beloved Eternal, Robin Taylor.

We Meet Again...

We Meet Again...

Lovers

Lovers

VirtuosoBabe

VirtuosoBabe

FreddieBrianBabyKitty

FreddieBrianBabyKitty

Cathy's Babies

Cathy's Babies

Friday, May 24, 2013

Nina's Hands

ToDay's Music reigned solemn.
newborn Trees waved, on parade, 
 April's emerald serenade swept stirred moist beads to Soul-steamed Song

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I

long ago, (I was but a little child),
a necklace of tears grew to burn within my chest;
You always knew; you understood, 
although we never spoke of its potency:
Eyes sufficed, yours of Sea, mine of Air;
your hypnotic Stories, ingenious visions, embraced my insomniac tears;
I believed you could do anything.
Only you knew keys to unlock my Sleep's door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

II

(I depart the Forest, my chanting Heart...)                                                                                                             
I weep as I meander home,
while silent Clouds, who view the Dream,
form awkward spectral ballet screams,
they toss tormented blackened Skies...
Through fog-blurred eyes, I witness squalls:
Amazement nearly propels me, howling, back into the buzzing Storm...
I awake ? - still hypnotized,
I find me surrounded by hoarfrost -
Creatures;

My throat constricts;
My ears reach beneath tormented Air
to hear a speech produced by faeried caves;

My wanderings have too far moved me:
Who has moved me?
wakefulness: refuse-d to me?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning maybes
always sliding;
Thy floating Light: my only clarity.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I confess my state of lassitude and sorrow
my thoughts blend in a turbid brew of loss;
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I needed recollection, the Words I'd heard her say:

Her pale and ghastly hand outstretched, became a Jewel to fly me home;
I thank her; a tiny glittering gem Lights

 my child's wide SunMoon-kiss-ed eyes;
He smiles to see his mamma cry:
His hand, still smooth as babies' be
returns Joy to this Symphony,
cacaphony,
catastrophe,
this Joyful, aching game we play
My Heart may break a bit each Day;
no matter: play we must, to live,
this Gifted Life, too rich to waste a Moment lost in morbid Dreams
but now they find my open Mind
and haunt me as he sleeps...
again...


Morning maybes
always sliding;
Thy floating Light: my only clarity.


*for my Nina, with gratitude...I love you, miss you so..You live in me, and you live in him 

© CherylFaith Taylor 2013

Monday, May 6, 2013

the Ancient Priory: Dudley, West Midlands, England

( always: Be prepared to capture huge round reverberating HeartVibes...)

reedy-piped Music swirls, swells, 
                                                      crescendos,
aWake!

Hills bounce, roll, tussle, shoot emerald echoes over ancient arbors;
once shreds, alabaster ebony birds re-animate,
float down to repose
upon
delicately chiseled stone deities
(hear their Music?)

Divine this Circle:
jeweled nocturnal Mountain Sky,
where
orange Lights spray tangerine mists;
melt apricots, peaches, tangy Southern mangoes;
spread

honeyed nectar Songs, unabashed,
Her enchanted Seas' secrets ....
whispers ....
 Clouds' tender touches:
(only we see these),

Her drowsy painted tapestries,
dusk's wild horizons, brush-woven bounty
hidden maidens' apparitions
awake
beneath roseate garden canopies
tucked inside Night's turban

Once here strode monks, dreaming of lilacs glow', alight upon feather pillows:

(the sweet ones' Gifts, to make you live;
the sweet ones Gift,  to make you  live.)


Here strode monks; 
see their outlines midst Her shadows
Over here inside her valleys
their long be-robed legs stretched to wake upon the Evening Air
drifting in the cool damp grass
away, 
beyond the priory, to the cloistered orphaned dove-calls,


O, ye distant clutter, embrace Round Faeries' venerable dust 
                                       
                                     (sshhhh...)
"You float in a new Heaven;
 hear friendship's sweetest whispers?
each Moment,
 widen your eyes.
a little bit more
be not afraid


***Poems in Garlands***
for my TruestAngel, my SoulMate, my sweet LK, Robin:
 see the grounds where we were wed?



© CherylFaith Taylor 2013