colors
of
what could be
but
are not.
they show
on
your face
why aren’t they?
i ask
what keeps you
from
being you?
© r.e.l. 12/19/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 17 Journey and The Road Ahead (1/9/11-1/15/11) on Jingle Poetry
Received A rose 4 U award from Jingle Poetry
you are an angel
who crossed my path
like dreams
which always
send us the messages
we are afraid to feel
it’s time to move on
be you
believe in magic
you don’t need to stay lost
in a place you do not recognize
take my hand
and follow me
© r.e.l. 12/19/10
inspired by an angel
you can touch me if you try
right now
i might melt but won’t disappear
like a ghost
leaving you with only your breath
my blood rises now..
maybe timid
because your touch, if true
can penetrate
the energy of it
speaking…
in the only way it knows how
fingers reaching out
without words
touch me again
© r.e.l. 12/16/10
sculpture ‘The Cathedral’ by Rodin (Rodin Museum, Paris).
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 15 (reflections, interpretations, and musings) on Jingle Poetry
Do you often speak internally to another person as if you have direct access to each other’s thoughts? Are you fueled by the language that speaks to you inside your mind? Is this dialog a way for you to make things right simply within your mind with certain people?
It is easy to speak the secrets of your soul when you speak to yourself. First, your heart needs to be open so that you are able to feel the truth of what you really feel.
You have a story to tell. You can read it, listen to it, and live in it as you would your favorite book.
You have many channels to your heart. The trick is to find yours–the ones that undeniably open every time.
Find the universal presence, spirit or love that resonates most with you and feel it hold you like a warm blanket. Then speak to it. Let it tell you, as a mirror, what you have to say.
You might hear questions such as “Why are you mad at me?” , “What did I do wrong?” and “Why do you love me?”
If you visit your child self, you might find a version of you looking back as if she/he has known you all your life (it’s true), asking you if you ever pay attention to her/him? She/He might whisper a secret to you that you have never heard.
You are not crazy. You have a lot to say. Just listen with open ears. Be still and silent… and the messages are more clear.
Listen to what your internal dialogs tell you. You could discover the unknown you’ve been search for all your life inside you. It could change your life…
🙂
© r.e.l. 12/17/10
you haunt me
surreal are
the images of you
in the mist
where time does not exist
you are a secret
which lies beneath the reason
i’m scared to tell
i am me now and everything in between
not the you i once was
still, i ask you
stay with me until i wake
© r.e.l. 12/15/10
photo ‘Autumn Walnut’ by cricketw
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry
i could see the sparkle
in your eye turn into a tear..
a river of sadness…
in that moment
i knew you loved me
© r.e.l. 12/12/10
posted for Poetry Potluck 6/12-6/17/11 for Jingle Poetry
you see me
you see into me
you sit with me
and feel into me
you know i look to you
to see myself
and in you
i see
a place that needs to heal
i see yearning
and a need to bond
with another
who can feel deeply
into you
someone who gives
all of herself, not part
when she feels
i’ll let you into me
when i feel you
looking into me
knowing me
breathing me
© r.e.l. 3/21/08
(almost 3 years ago… and the feeling is still current)
this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry
thanks so much to Jingle for this Most Blessed Blogger Award on Jingle Poetry
you don’t want
to get lost
in me.
to cross the line
to where i am
is the point of no return
tangled up in me
with no way home.
still..
you feel me
deep inside
© r.e.l. 12/10/10
posted for Poetry Potluck 6/12-6/17/11 for Jingle Poetry
you
have no
idea what you
are doing to me now
inside… how you watch me
with your future eyes that penetrate
the air between us… i realize that i describe
a moment that hasn’t happened yet
but still, somehow i find
myself inside
you
..
© r.e.l. 12/8/10
Photo of the Helix Nebula
Featured in Freedom in Words & Art on redbubble
this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 14 on Jingle Poetry
thanks so much to Jingle for this Stellar Blogger Award on Jingle Poetry
i am a silent observer
of you..
when you least expect it
you will feel someone
peering into
your soul
© r.e.l. 12/2/10
don’t startle
with fear
of losing
to change…
it is as true that i have you as the ocean has the wave
even though a spark
, like lightning
can shock me to know
you are not
who i thought…
as a moment witnessed
tells a secret.
and now
aloof to the subtle
you wonder who
these words are for now
without seeing that
i
am a mere mystery drawn to
attract the precious inside…
© r.e.l. 12/1/10
**this post is for Poetry Potluck Week 16 on Jingle Poetry
Received The Prolific Blogger Award from Jingle Poetry
you ask me to be still
and so i do..
you lie hidden within, unfelt
with a shield strong as stone
pushing you away.
in all directions.
don’t you hear the answers now?
as they quietly become one with the search
for what is touching you?
you are beautiful
everything is alive
in different forms
as treasures.
watch time stand still with me. ok?
help me to let go and to become one with the mystery.
please.
© r.e.l. 11/26/10
image by my secret innuendo™ of marin county
Published (partial) on Micropoetry 3/3/14
Submitted to caesura 2/5/14
Posted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 (12/2-12/8/10) on Promising Poets. Received the Perfect Poet Award…. Thanks so much, I accept 🙂 [For week 35 I nominate Jargnar]
I move. I feel. My blood carries my life.
I am still. I look inside the calm waters… and here I find the truth of who I am.
Jeff Klein says it well in his article ‘Moving Again’: The quality of our life depends on how we move, and on how we embrace the stillness as an essential element in the cycle of movement..
When overwhelming energies arise, can’t I see that the water is only clear when I allow myself to move what reaches out, running evermore inside..? Whether difficulty or pure joy, I can push it away as if to be scared when it is too overpowering…
When whatever it is has moved through me to its end though, with an ‘ahhh‘ the sun comes out and shines on the tranquility, piercing it with clarity. 🙂
I imagine being immersed in a calm and clear patch of ocean, seeing clearly in all directions. Yet, looking above, I occasionally see waves above moving past. When I accept it, I can watch the intense moments transform to a gem that whispers the answer, just as the ocean wave becomes the calm ocean.
Even if I seem to be searching without knowing exactly what I am looking for, I can see that it is still there if I invite the intensity. It is trying to touch me with the truth….
We have known since Einstein that everything is energy — just alive in different forms. It is in the magic of my history that I can find the treasures, carved out of my bones, my heart, my dreams, my teardrops. To look at this beauty is to watch time stand still, to let go, and to become one with the mystery.
When the Japanese mend broken objects, they fill the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. ~Barbara Bloom
© r.e.l. 11/24/10
you
who changed my life.
let me be heard.
you felt who i am.
without question.
so, i invited you in…
your innocent trust in true love.
and the spirit of the world always taking care of everything.
you came to me in any moment, as i closed my eyes.
i know you never wanted to leave my arms but, you see, don’t you? you were meant to. only you can lift the dark cloud that shadows you.
never will i forget how you heard the writing of my soul, evolving my spiral, to share with me your magical love.
i will always love you.
© r.e.l. 11/22/10
[photo by Cloo Potloot of Belgium]
you, alone in your chair of green
looking at me as if…
you’ve known me all your life
you have
you watch me with a loving stare
of nothingness
of sadness so deep, the tears have dried up
you believe in your world
made up amidst feathers
anything to make you feel safe
and loved
you ask me
though silently
please don’t ignore me while i sleep
© r.e.l. 11/19/10
Featured on Vibration in Art and Verse – VAVoom! on redbubble
don’t get me wrong
please don’t
but your energy scares me…
in a way that finding something lost does, long forgotten
it wants me to see
that maybe
somehow
you are the person i have been searching for
although a mirror to see myself
in the same moment…
but isn’t it true
that we all search for the person
who can allow us
to get closer to ourselves?
you seem anxious about the words
you use
as if they make a difference
as if you don’t know that it’s the energy
behind them
that decides.
i observe you silently
and i know you
please let me continue
© r.e.l. 11/12/10
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 18 (1/16-1/22/11) Languages, Signs and Symbols on Jingle Poetry
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