Comfort!Warm hand on my back
*Seeking Redemption*Perished dreams six feet deep
*The Forest*Fern and bluebell thrive
*The Heron*Languid summer day
Poppies and Mice
|What can I say...he is an absolute darling! Summer 2009|
Frog spawn in the pond
Covered by water lilies
Peaceful and serene
Croak of frogs disturbes the peace
Delightful small creatures' jump!
AMPHIBIANS PHOTOGRAPHED by *La-Tete-Ailleurs
Minute petals swirl
Delicate windswept beauty
Blossom did captivate
Short, glorious affaire.
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Chartres Cathedral, also known as Cathedral of Our Lady of Chartres (French: Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Chartres), is a medieval Catholic cathedral of the Latin Church located in Chartres, France, about 80 kilometres (50 mi) southwest of Paris. It is considered one of the finest examples of French Gothic architecture and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The current cathedral, mostly constructed between 1194 and 1250, is the last of at least five which have occupied the site since the town became a bishopric in the 4th century.
What You HearIf you only
the words you
want to hear,
I will remain
BridgesThe roads you walk
until your anger
set them all aflame.
is a waste of
you cannot restore.
Today is what you
are on the horizon.
those who love you
before you light
wet mirrorssoon after the rain
a midnight moon is shining
puddles and droplets
reflecting the reflections
of a celestial dance
shadow nightin shadow country
lonely street lights and the moon
shine on wind touched trees
feral shadows are dancing
so joyously wild and free
The Perfume of ImmortalsHow she longed in myriad dreams of amaranthine
Thy ghostly-visage jewel'd deep into my soul
And I became entombed in her velvet-nightfall ...
O’ the Gods hath yield to our insatiable darkness
Black-feathered priests covet the stars above
And far below the pale glow of Moon,
We are beautiful decay in forests of crimson
Our lips undress in the aching firmament; —
Wherest our love must perish in mystery ..
I bathe thee ravenous in whispers of sanguine
Runes spill from the wounds of trees,
As her tongue weaves thru my undead soul
The syrup of Night unmoored, enchants flesh,
Whereof fabled spirits unveil a dark-ballet
(Immortals lost in the perfume of bloodlust)
Yet Insanity ravaged the memoirs of the sky ..
And my lust;—A dagger in the breast of dawn
For I am the ash of a bewailing fairy-tale,
The splendour of necromancy rising
Long did I watch her raven-hair billow softly;
How the winds tease of beauteous death!
Unto worlds end;—we are poised,
Falling in Silver
Long I watched the Pagan gods decree a feast of souls;—
folding shadows into eternity, bathing the forests in a song of midnight
And tho the winds hath bound flesh to Earth, and Spirit to the Moon;
Twas the Crows who enchanted the dreams of the sky & bejeweled my veins
Mystique and murder beshrew my gaze!
Feather by feather, I dripped back unto the earth seething ..
The Crows whispered in silvery tongue flickering:
“O’ how darkly-radiant the Witch-King roams deep below”
— Arthur Crow © 2015
Kiss Kiss me
With the certainty
A Strength Poem ~ You know,
To sit down
Once in a while.
Even the strongest
Of this human race
Is in need
Of a break.
Don't be afraid
To kick up your feet.
Forget about that to-do list.
Lament for The FarmA place there was, in forest deep,
Where nightingales sang me to sleep,
Where hearts were glad, and spirits soared,
But all these things, I’ll see no more.
A merry house upon the hill,
My aching heart, I miss it still.
The place I’ve loved, since I was small,
Where flowers bloomed, and trees grew tall.
The mem’ries fade as I grow old,
The merry hearth is ashen cold,
A coat of dust lies on the floor,
And cobwebs cling onto the door.
For gone’s the joy and rustic charm,
Gone from the place we called The Farm,
A silence lies upon its rooms,
As dark and cold as ancient tombs.
For change and time there is no cure,
And perfect places ne’er endure.
On Endless Grassy PrairiesI met my herd in the morning, and oh but I am old,
On endless grassy prairies, that’s where my story’s told.
The pounding of a million hooves that rose and fell like rain,
On endless grassy prairies, before the hunters came.
I met my herd in the morning, but then we heard a roar,
A sound quite unlike any that we’d ever heard before.
The reeking smell of powder and the flash of crimson flame,
On endless grassy prairies, the day the hunters came.
I met my herd in the morning, a broken, scattered band,
Men shoot at us from horseback, our bones adorn the land.
I met my herd in the morning and I’ll never meet them more,
For the endless grassy prairies shall know our kind no more.
Chant of EmeraldsMysterium Magnum!
And the world shall see,
how I bathe in emeralds,
the shaman drums of glee,
by sacred seeds guided,
of Great Spirit’s decree:
Follow whispers of wilderness,
if truly, you desire to find me,
for petals christen my name,
as in Nature, we are bound to Be.
~ Nino Kadić © 2015
A RealityA dirty sketchbook
by silver quills,
writing out memories
of someone else.
I read your soul,
among airy panes
of glass and metal.
You reward me
with a gift
For a moment,
I became the past,
under the fading pulse
of tungsten coils.
~ Nino Kadić
NewbornTwigbird bones glide in
current; harlequin eyes blaze
midnight to morning.
Earth Breather - Zin's First Entry""I ssee you are sseeing... Welcome, Air-Breather."
I am not in my tree. I am not in my forest. I am not in the town outside of the forest. I do not like it here. I do not have my javelin. I do not have my tools. I do not have my things.
I do not like it here.
I am waiting for my eyes adjust to the darkness, and they are not. So I am standing as still as I can and hoping that the giant creature I can feel breathing is soon going to go away. I am small, and I am old. I will not taste good.
Lace Curlicues (Twitbit 9)algae curlicues--
ribbons and lace--
in a stagnant wishing well
stone daffodilslonely murmur tendrils
braid quiet paths so thick along the lichen
falling dusk only colors the breeze
trapped deep in rooted secrets
poetry breathes a rustled song the lost can hear
tossed across winter gardens
blooming stone daffodils
She Lives"When the caves meet the sea
that's where you'll find me."
The words echo through my mind
and escape me
to echo through the caves
and encase me.
Every drop of water
my spirit is here;
I can't breathe.
My vision jumps to monochrome
as I gaze and walk inside,
the opposing colors bleed into one,
I'm here, what can I hide?
She lives in me;
she is me.
The mistress of the caves
is the ghost in me
but within myself
she cannot be seen.
We are one, but I show my form
though without her, my soul would be torn.
Pop Goes Your BubbleYou're walking a smooth path
up in the clouds,
through a icy pass.
But suddenly you're walking
on broken glass
and you start to fall
into life's cruel wrath.
What if, one day
everything you love
gets ripped away?
You take for granted
all that you have
but your time is up;
it all goes bad.
You stumble, you tumble,
and pop goes your bubble,
unless something catches you
you're going to be in trouble.
Time has momentum
Swept by unforgiving force
Brittle and fragile
Stoic heart walking with cane
Refuse to conform, wear pink.
Mobile phone dead, help
Where shall I go from here? lost
Stranded with no voice
Out of credit, in the rain
Please recharge my batteries.
A JEWEL IN ETERNITYBetween Night and Day I wandered, a dead thing
seeking a shore where my wings could unfurl again,
where my spirit could be a tempest guided only
by an inner Star...there I will be reborn
an infernal entwine of Magic, no longer an eerie
leisure of Shadow and bloodless Ether, drifting
between the sighs of darkly splendorous Sky,
I can glimpse the lives I have lived flickering
in the wingbeats of my nightly wrung dreams,
I know I have loved more purely in another
incarnation I can no longer fathom, but still
I linger here, an out of tune Muse clad in
the Mist and Shadow that exists between worlds,
when will I be enfolded in the rapture of
unsung Skies? Or will a gothic gleam always
glint my spellbound eye? I can hear tomorrow
cry as the ravens fiercely sigh for what was
forsakened from me-I wish I never knew-
but my soul is still a jewel in Eternity's crown
-and when Fate moors herself to my shores,
pressing her cup of immortal Flame to my lips,
I drink and feel a new shimmer beneath my s
TADPOLEI remember when you told me that the Stars
were spun from the cosmic weight of spiderwebs,
and the best secrets were strung from cat gut
and hung to dry on the fickle clothesline of
Summer conversation, who could have doubted
such sage words? I followed you around,
watching you dissect a beautiful moment with
your jaded whiskey breath, not really knowing
that you wished I was a tadpole so you could
drown me without feeling remorse, but I couldn't
swim anyway...my legs were slowly disappearing
and I had not yet learned how to breathe
through my new layer of amphibian skin....
so you kept me in a bucket, feeding me
the gut of wishes that will never be,
and I dreamed of a season sticky with
a true love instead of cherry popsicles,
I dreamed of being the smartest tadpole
in my school and not so much dead weight...
September 16, 2014
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Beyond the WallsSuffocating in four walls,
A withering mind,
Falls into disrepair.
Waiting for a prince,
Letting down my hair,
Descending to ascend.
Hand in hand flying free,
Lifting soul and mind,
Beyond the walls.
When?When did you walk away?
Suddenly I noticed.
You just weren't there.
When did you disappear?
miraculoustrue love waits
in haunted attics
that crest their way
into the warped corners
of my mind,
a sheet of adoration
and sadness crystallizing.
into the drumming doldrums
that weigh like confessions,
i tuck myself into this space
of my thoughts
and let my skin
find its film as scenes
of discovery fade
down that slippery
fetal, fatal fear
of everything that was you
because you are exactly
what i wanted, exactly
what i needed,
and i couldn't have you.
in a cocoon holding
love to my chest
and away from
your kind eyes
and heart-melting smile,
you are the one force
i could not deny.
the air, that i let slip
into quiet drafts
was the same one
you carried in a jar
spiraling and recoiling
against the glass
before it breaks free.
shed demons being swept
and cascaded loose,
ripped apart, and blown away
as you have rattled my cage.
and there you were,
and i was weightless.
cyanus diadem (#2)cornflower mood with the confidence
to cope with fair weather
featherweight hues of happiness.
harlequin shades of the same face,
it's all blue when it's fresh
or when it's a storm-torn
sea shell with remnants
of sky pigments
powdering its curves.
For thousands of years people have been drawn to ‘the valley of the two lakes‘ for its spectacular scenery, rich history, archaeology and abundant wildlife. Glendalough is a remarkable place that will still your mind, inspire your heart and fill your soul.
Glendalough is home to one of the most important monastic sites in Ireland. This early Christian monastic settlement was founded by St. Kevin in the 6th century and from this developed the “Monastic City”.
Waning crescent moon
Dusting of intangible stars
Thoughts soar across firmament
Wonder captured very soul.
All souls have a star
Optimistic midnight search
Is our place assured?
We reach into the unknown
Governed by eternal hope.