In Reply to "The Thick"

Large downy flakes try to pierce The Thick. Softly
Landing pon the edges, hard and crusted with fear of failure.
The cottony white kisses the solid thickness of despair.

Not so much a loving kiss rather
one of ultimate betrayal. Judas touch, Brutus' duplicity.

Sisters locked in eternal struggle for mans soul.

Goodness and mediocrity. Not evil, just a stinging realization

that one must move forward
through the murky forest of life and struggle

to come out the other side, whole and somehow tainted but fulfilled.

Spinning webs of gossamer strands
Straining softly gathering much
Spreading adamant glowing band
'round the Thick and sorrow such.

Lift and pivot while turning slow
Siblings both do waltz and whirl;
An essence rising, to and fro.
Shining as a newborn pearl.

What rises up from deep within
The sisters try to pull and pluck
And a knowing does soon begin
each hoping theirs with luck.

Break the bonds or bound them tight
Stand and move, or sink in night.

~stardancerinc

Some thoughts.

The waves are monotonous
one after another after another.
No variety, sand flows and ebbs
with regularity.
Is it bleakness or harmony?
Stability or disquiet?
Familiar or banal?
Haunted eyes need to look
beyond the pale
and the soul need wrap
itself in this cloak of warmth
For coldness is empty, without
the usual.
Warmth is where the heart is
where it is welcomed, loved and balanced....it is home

~~In reply to Tracey 2009

A Thought about Silverfeather

Sitting in the velvet night, Wondering if my plight is worse than others, I hear a whisper, a thought really, looking down a silver feather falls to the ground.

I peer into the darkness, but nothing is heard, nothing but the quickening beating of my heart. Not rapid yet, but a slow steady uphill climb to what I know not. My breathing slows and as I start to relax, I note that faint fragrance; a wisp of honeysuckle and freshly mowed grass. I know that smell, and now my heart quickens again. I lean to pick up the feather, and just as my hand nears the plume, a soft breeze blows it toward the deepening darkness near the edge of the glade.

"What madness is this? What sorcery plays with my very being?" quietly I ask the mute night. Eyes do frantically search, seeking that one thing that brought both sanity and dementia. Shakily I stand and as my eyes, blinded by the liquid night, slowly close, hands reaching toward the very essence of the glades soul. From the very depths of my being, I knew that to which I presently spoke:

"Play me not for the fool, for unwise is the heart. I was but folly's tool and was such from the start. I moved with what was bright and free, and left with naught, not even thee. Spin a web, I surely did, but was caught in fibers that were hid from my own eyes. Trapped and unsure where to roam, the door was locked, no one at home. Pray thee hear my maidens call, for I tell you this, I say it all....Loved you I did beyond my dreams, what was then was what it seems and that only I could heed the call...and only I could take that fall. From heights of heaven's grandest wall, tumbled head over heels and lost it all."

I spoke to no one that could be seen. Twas a vision, a myth, a hope, a dream that caught my ear and stole my heart. No reason was left, madness played the part of my demise. Caught now and in the past the web of my own lies.

Sadly I sat down, pon the dewy grass, a wizened old woman, twas once a lass whose heart did leap and aabound with joy whenever she saw that mythical boy. As I kept my eyes closed tight, for what could there be for me in that night, a whisper a thought did seem to pass, and the feather lifted up from upon the grass. Unseen by me, this plume did drift, catching my cheek, soft and swift. At that moment, my body did quake, a soft spoken poem, the words of Blake pierced the shroud about my mind...a smile did appear....................

~~copyright Stardancerinc 2009

Chaos

CH A O S

Thunder rumbles from

Large empty maws;

Disturbing the flows

Of the Natural Laws.

Opening so wide and

Spewing forth such a din,

Nothing but venom;

The Hate that's within.

Lightening Pulses;

Sparks surely fly.

Disruptions of the night

A vengeful reply.

Thunderheads Billow while

Cirrus clouds flee.

A once Noble Oak

Is now bent to her Knee.

Polarized Particles

Try to retrieve,

The balance of Nature.

Solitude to achieve

Calm breezes blow;

Yet just before Dawn,

Thunder claps Roar!

The quiet is gone.

No silence shall come

To that tiny space;

Rent beyond healing,

A hole left in space

Copyright Dancers, Inc. 1997