Poetry...Spoken Word...Prose Poems...Free Verse... Interwoven Threads of Life's Tapestry of thought...Labyrinths within the journey’s twists and turns through the less ordinary pathways traveled… Understand this moment has come to just write what you feel… don’t ever let anyone say what you feel is wrong..."The woods would be very silent, if no bird sang except those who sang best." The journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step... Introspective expressions through creative writing...
Coyote’s mournful howl echoed in the new moon’s faint sultry ether
He seemed to sense a soul reincarnation within a pervasive spirit light an oft misunderstood common thread shared this hallowed land’s night
An uncommon Zen stirring from within,
stifling dormancy ..,
. . . of rumble deep beneath a volcano reawakening ; what lies undiscovered just before the ruptured moment ..,
dust and ashes taking flight
Through open window insomnia churns fifty shades of blue .., cast in shadowed hues of broken silence
Coyote stirred the stillness with hauntingly familiar cry reading the ridge-top echoes like the book of my mind
" YIP YIP A W O O H !!! " . . . the somber plea
For it is in these final hours chosen chore the recurring torn these chains and things
Coyote was going there - - to stand these crossroads this hour of need
Accepting brother has always been lonely sometimes anything means something - -
and so it goes ..,
Coyote communes in pulse from ancient realms this sacred blood ..,
wounded healers , . . . one mutual spirit runs marrow deep where dogs run free
The moan of doves whisper to the impending dawn . . . always known these days too soon do come and gone
What once was a life well lived , s l o w l y e v a n e s c i n g like the summer river’s flow
some say ..." you never miss the water 'til the well runs dry " . . . regrets a waste of time - -
Rumination , a loathsome silent reverie a taunting unsolved koan
an unplanned oxymoron , . . . dust sleeps with indifference veiling a beautiful handmade unstrung guitar muted - - abandoned, tone poems, unsung
and so "re-begins" the task ... come what may rise up into the dark star's light ...
Coyote was going there - - a dawning metamorphosis under another nebulous sky . . . refreshed by a new moon's spellbinding sight ...
harlon rivers ...5. 21. 2015
sub-entry:
all roads lead to all roads..,
poetic pathways do cross seeds of heart and soul sown ... nurtured birth tendrils of a thousand flowers nascent buds to blossoming fruition do come to wilt like the black rose
full circle in seasons changing light…
just because the blossom did not last forever does not pale the impassioned light
be remembered by your life's poetry .., believe a poem can make a difference - - -