Photo by Tim Mossholder from Pexels Black hair spills to the floor Skin alabaster, lips azure A raven pecks at the windowpane I weep, tear my clothes Doctors shake their heads Oh, my Lenore You promised us evermore I lie beside her Hot breath against cold cheek Take her icy hand from her breast Feel… Continue reading With Apologies to Mr. Poe #Halloween2019 #nevermore
Poem: She Burned Bright #Mondayblogs #poetry
The following poem was published on The Community Storyboard way back in June 2013. I confess this re-post is in part because I'm at a loss for new material. The well runneth dry at the moment. But another reason is because I'm preparing to take a free online class on how to write poetry. The… Continue reading Poem: She Burned Bright #Mondayblogs #poetry
May Wonders Never Cease to Exist
Although I occasionally write poetry, I don't make a fuss about it because I so rarely do it. And because I'm never quite sure if I should call it poetry. My poems don't rhyme. They don't have a recognizable meter or structure (and I don't even know what I mean by that, either). They don't… Continue reading May Wonders Never Cease to Exist
For the Lady Ionia, Queen of the Blogosphere
I have shielded my eyes against her bright beauty, her brilliant wit, her shining soul. I have bowed before her rapier tongue, welcoming the fiery warmth of its lashes against my back. I have kissed the coal-burning footprints she leaves behind as she tours her universe. I am but one of her many minions, grateful… Continue reading For the Lady Ionia, Queen of the Blogosphere
A beautiful, emotionally charged dedication to our Ionia!
I wish for you a dragon’s fire
To breathe freedom to you
To raise you up on crystal wings
Far away from darker lands
It seems the purest souls
Are tested most these days
As though in exchange for generosity
Come ravages and pain
And so I cry to the heavens
Not this, not this again!
Let this dear friend find
Safe passage home
Victorious and complete
Hear me universe
Hear me now!
The essence of the earth to rise and comfort you
The essence of water, to quench your soul’s thirst
The essence of air, to gift you wide expanses
The essence of fire, to burn away all pain
I invoke all the elements
To be with you now
And bring you back to us safe
And healed in body and soul.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
A poem I wrote in response to a photo prompt at The Community Storyboard. I definitely have an obsession with hair.
Thoughts on love from a young poet at The Community Storyboard.
What is Your Love?
Spreading the Love at The Community Storyboard.
A great prompt for this week's Community Storyboard. Submit your response!
Ɨᗁe ɯᗁiƗe paƗᗁ
Lovely poem, lovely photo, evoke memories of my childhood.
Ɨᗁe ɯᗁiƗe paƗᗁ
Cedars are heavy with snow.
How the fine fine needles hold.
I know to walk as a lite, warm bird,
–let the snow be cold.
Absurd to walk into first
snows. The cedars, domed, and great firs
know that rare October snows
occur where cones lay among bones.
by Jim Aldrich
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.