Beloved Dreamer

Blind....Under A Salty Moon

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 18:02:00 +0000

under a cold salty moon, waves reflect stark light
darkness...tidal-dreams echo night terrors
my soul-self racked with pain, trembles in fear...dread
shadows-visions walk amid around through me
sea-mists rise chill invade...mind-eyes blinded dead
the present...the now...lingers...
ever gray-black hidden never to lift fade___

enveloped in dense air,I suck in the moons laughter
quick and gasping they crowd surround me...
deep sand-prints follow...specters,drape skin-tight we are one
unreal now real...trapped in this insanity___
bound chained helpless obscure in an unrelenting nightmare
played-out under a pale salty moon that never sets
deaf to all but ocean-swells...incubus reins___

Courage.....My Shadow

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 19:59:00 +0000

words colors fill me
though my soul walks closer now
the path is narrow

Paradox

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 20:20:00 +0000

sun patterns sweet leaves
shadows dance on blind windows
wind flutters hot cruel
bleak winter snow covers all
fire hides under black ice

Dark Matter...Angel Of Light

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 16:47:00 +0000

Dark Matter...Angel Of Light

born of dark matter...stardust..light
mixed with blood-blackened dirt
we come wailing into a void of death
our days numbered-measured-named...
woven in darkness, warp and weft
the threads lengthen...a legion hand in hand
a reaping has begun for this...this is his...

some, gone before the spark is lit
much mourned with tears...envy
their road never taken...sweet brief
luminous shimmering-pale spirits___
shine-bright...a beacon, a sign of glory
then weary-weakened by sorrow___
rise slowly release and dissipate

those...who trade souls for time-space
in the end become delusional...lost
full of decay,wander wanton caught in a web___
stumbling in total-dense darkness...blind fools
reaching out in fear...weeping to late
to late...castrated, raped of all will...
their path mapped out...the trickster has won

return we then to ashes...dust...over-ripe
unknown unwanted devoid of all reason___
our pride,lustful needs...beaten down
discarded-trampled dreams-hopes...fade
for now, we follow the master's gleeful laughter
the road freely chosen in vain hubris greed
dragging hollow-hearts we die as we came, alone

Home Once More............

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 20:37:00 +0000

I am home once more but not yet up to
writing or posting. Thank all for your
kind words of comfort
I have missed you all so very much

love-bd-Melanie

Illness........................................

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Mon, 20 Oct 2008 17:50:00 +0000

Of Note

Beloved Dreamer is very ill.*******************

Snow Cover....

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 21:59:00 +0000

heavy snow covers
memories sweet peony
lie hidden beneath

Fleeting....Leaves

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 20:56:00 +0000

drifting cloud hides sun
autumns fleeting leaves rain down
ripen next years empty earth

Flames Among The Bones

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 13:11:00 +0000

The prompt was to take line and then a
word from the five poems:

I chose {1-William Carols Williams--The Lonely Street and the word--
{{Flames}}
Also another by 2} William Carlos Williams--Flowers By The Sea, the word--{{ Circled}}
Then I moved on to poems by Ted Koosers 4} " Sitting All Evening Alone in the Kitchen"--The word- {{Faintly}} 4} An Empty Place the word--{{empty}}
5)Also Then Koosers " Sleeping Cat"--the word--{{bone

flames burned endlessly within the circled outline
faintly, shadows danced in the empty house, shadows as
silent reminders of the past that once was....dry blood and fear
And still, old bones come to life and scream in the darkness.

Old women of Autumn

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 14:26:00 +0000

Cold empty winds sweep clean the once lush green tree limbs
now gaily dressed out in autumns finest, leaves
of red orange yellow...
All to soon they fall, tears with little or no notice like the
old women dressed in perpetual black in the back pews...
Their moans now softly muffled by the music of life
around them...
Who was present to give substance to the autumnal
moons passing?
Which Left behind nothing but wet slick leaves littering the
forest's uneven floor...
Also awaits darkness who like the old ones dressed forever
in worn opaque death are robed and waiting for just such a
day as autumn brings.

Autumns.....Loss

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 04:19:00 +0000

last rose has blossomed
pale petals fall one by one
young maidens now mourn
press old memories in books
each filled with last summers heat

One White...Among The Red

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 16:31:00 +0000

She picked flowers today
cut fresh from her garden
tulips...one white among the red

Springs last bounty quickened her heart
one white, the others blood red
stems placed in water...tulips in a jar

Tulips to dress her simple table at springs wane
one white as pure as she...pale and translucent
like the snow to come, one white among the red

Seeds

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 03:02:00 +0000

first frost treads silent
cat like paws with death in mind
seeds die cold cold earth

Morning...Glory

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:31:00 +0000

morning glories, blue and white
greet me in the late august heat
lace like they climb the trellis high

each day, at first blush, searching out the light
forming a living arch that I must pass beneath
tendrils softly brushing against my face

the music of blossom song fills the summer air,
dazzling colors swirl, in the afternoon fever...
shades turn violet blue...hazel green

while I, barefoot walk under this cherished glory
their blooms form a chapel of the promised fall
to lure me once again with magic child-like delight

Moon......Phase

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 15:27:00 +0000

moon low azure sky
deep hued dusk wins the nights prize
dark phase half moon tides

Time ......To Leave

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:54:00 +0000

time to leave come,the insistent whispers
not yet my mind pleads, not yet
the dark night is filled with the cloying scent
of violets, deep purple violets...your favorite

my breath comes quick and light against the
pale roses that you sleep so sweetly upon
why, have I let things slip quietly away...
all these years...taking no notice

too late my sorrow, too late my need
and still my eyes remain wide and tear less
I can not even shed one tear for your journey home
taking even this, this last memory of you

deep into my heart where it shall remain
this moment, branded forever in my soul
time to leave, time to leave...one last goodbye
while,pain...pain has becomes my shadow

one last look upon your weary face, one
last kiss to your sweet fervid brow...
time to leave...and so I must, yet sealed...
in a purple haze of sorrow, an open wound as
I lie in the fresh warm fertile earth beside you.

Spectacle......Of Man

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 14:00:00 +0000

jasmine hermit moon
crescent shadows blaze in play
come now ripe heavy full
autumn bares no seed of man
flawed fruit withers on the vine

Renewal

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 14:27:00 +0000

autumns wing span glides
across barren pastures so wide
then home comes glory Divine

hay(na)ku

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 14:52:00 +0000

time
grows short
earth now barren
~~~~~~~~~
spring comes anon
shoots peek
anew

Cornflower Blue

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 15:49:00 +0000

wild blue cornflowers
grow neatly in a row
across a narrow patch
of well tended lush green grass

it is a tiny patch
no wider then foot across
nor longer then two feet at the most

but love and obsession speaks in every
blade of grass that grows, so perfect
not a sign of brambles nor weeds

and the bright blue cornflowers
are tended with love

at the head of the tiny plot
rests a brilliant white stone
a lamb and a weeping angel
forever lie side by side

while the cornflowers he loved so much
nod their beautiful heads in sorrow
and she, she comes yet again to trim
the blades of grass

When Angels.......Come Calling

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:01:00 +0000

angels come calling
exquisite in shape and face___
serene mystical.... not born of this earth
not formed of dust ashes...
sentenced to death decay

gently, they glide down a stairway
clouds of rainbow mists
reflecting heavens promise
in blinding....white radiance
gift of the ages

yet, mortal are we
chained to ordinary existence
tho given an unearthly spirit
unable to rise up
still thirst crave....their shimmering purity

man marked, the sign upon his forehead
burned deep, ever shadowed by sin and despair....
wait,hungrily____bowed with time
wait, in repentance forgiveness____
and sin again....an endless circle

and thus is man's nature
till, he who reigns over death
allows us at last to quietly....slip away
in sorrow and loss____
into the grateful earth....passing heavens gate to be free

Desk Of......Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 22:47:00 +0000

plain and rough
my
desk of dreams
where
words are colors
magic images crisp clean
thoughts
caught in evenings glory
the
sweet primrose blooms
and...I
watching from my simple space
the
dainty damselflies drift
lightly
on a cool night breeze
heal
my hollow heart that aches
a
soul worn heavy with sorrows time
then
I can dream silver dreams
that
soar...high above...setting me free

Callous Moon

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:49:00 +0000

somehow
passed the closed door
we
watch star shadows
play across the moon

night air
alive...poised heavy expectant
souls meld
time___lingers

fire in the sky
fire...
burns hot flesh
glittering in secret darkness

slowly
in release...we___flow away
captive
in unforgiving hands

sand___wet
covers uncovers...
clinging
bodies reluctant to part

the sea
cold black glass____undulates
laps in rhythmic tides
heartbeats...of the moon

one are we...lost
waves brush the shore
honeyed sugar
sweet...so sweet the caress

mocking us
withdraws it's favors
to lie...
naked beneath a callous moon

Mans.......Folly

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 17:35:00 +0000

mans inheritance
lies deep marked within his kind
folly is his gift

Dorway Of Love

noreply@blogger.com (Beloved Dreamer) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 03:09:00 +0000

seeds of love must pass
a doorway from now to then
a blossom grows there
sweetest lotus men do seek
to drink of waters so pure

scared haze of gold
an essence beyond compare
strip hearts of men bare
their souls search in lust and pain
while seeds of life bare fruit