Calm Waters

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 25

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice.”  Jim Harrison from Solstice Litany 

Calm Waters

A violent windstorm
the night before the solstice
is no different than a
violent windstorm on any
other night for those
windstorms are part of
life’s seasons…

They come and they go
but we don’t have to be thrown
the Source within can
steady the ship if we but
give Him the helm…

We do not have to end up
in some other crazed realm
we can remain sailing calm waters
when with grace we top up…

Then when we dock at a peaceful pier
we will celebrate a solstice joy with cheer!

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In The Daylight Of Songs

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 24

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface.”  Jim Harrison  from Songs of Unreason  

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I awakened to a vision
of a poem floating by
just beneath the surface
of my heart calling my name
with its ache pleading with me
not to ignore it any longer
by letting it float on by…

For if I did a piece of my heart would die
because the lyrics of a poem
are the poet’s heartbeat and its
rhythm must always dance to
avoid the silence of a deadly trance

Now the ink of a poet’s pen
is liquid gold in the lyrist’s hand
scribed eternal like rare jewels
unique to each muse’s longhand

Beneath the surface is not
where this inspiration belongs
but in the daylight of songs.

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Thorns Of Beauty

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 23

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“His mind’s all black thickets and blood.” – Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

Thorns Of Beauty

Thorns of beauty are the ones
that prick us deep to bleed
more than just one drop
they are the planted seed
that produces abundant crop

Strong vines holding gentle roses
with an aroma none can resist
to hold them and love them
is to know a pain so perfect
that captures a heart

And from this love one
can never depart instead
they become two vines entwined
as one force of power that overcomes
the black thickets of death
that roam this world lost and
thirsty for Love’s blood…

Drink of it like a fine aged wine
and these black thickets become
reborn into strong vines holding
gentle roses with thorns of beauty.

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Her Breast Of Love

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 22

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting insane instructions. That’s why I ran to the woods.”  Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

Cold Stone World

I’ve known the world to
nurse some and reject others
like an unwanted child
leaving them homeless and hungry
and wishing they would drop off
the face of this earth…

The insane attitudes have always
been the same…they never change
only now they are louder and more
provocative…love the rich hate the poor
making it harder for the poor to
survive in this cold stone world…

Is it no wonder we revert
back to Mother Nature
a Mother who accepts her
rejected children for who they are
and offers Her breast of love
to nurse the dispirited souls
that are so beautifully flawed.

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Raw Love Pure & A Rose With Thorns

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 20

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“Love is raw as freshly cut meat, mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”

Jim Harrison – from Songs of Unreason

I was inspired to write the new poem “Raw Love Pure” & was reminded of a poem I wrote several years ago called “A Rose With Thorns,” so I decided to include both.

Raw Love Pure & A Rose With Thorns

Raw Love Pure

Raw Love pure, unfathomed
by the human mind
it cuts the soul to
bleed for another
despite the pain, anguish
this blood will love
beyond itself and
in that find wholeness, healing
pouring out blessings
upon others
for when we cease to bleed
we cease to love…

A Rose With Thorns

A rose
with thorns
His love

Come tears
pain fear
to persevere

Corridor dark
doors unopen
wayworn and blacken

Lonely alone
left behind
need comfort
gaze misaligns

Empty hunger
praying not
victory compromised

Flesh weak
giving way
why did I chose
not to pray

Beat down
hating my choice
in this moment
I rejoice

in the morrow
sweetest joys
borne of sorrow

A rose
with thorns
His love

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Sweet Surrender

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 19

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”  – Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason.

Sweet Surrender

Oh sweet stillness
of the Universe
in You I shall
sit and partake
of the surrender of will
lest it now overtake me
and silence the Muse…

Thus, let the lyrics
of the Muse sing
to the rhythm of my
soul’s dance
that its music flow
freely inviting other
souls to dance with me

As the words are scribed
let not silence mute
the pen’s rapture
for to the poet
writing is…breath of life!

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Divine Destiny

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 18

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“We’ll know as children again all that we are destined to know, that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.”

Jim Harrison from Death Again

Divine Destiny

The water is cold and deep
but the Sun penetrates
deeper than the ocean’s floor
and higher than the moon’s beyond

Lighting the way to follow
where Wisdom’s rays
shine down upon
the earth’s dark recesses

Calling to the comatose souls
to awaken with a child’s heart
open, abandoned, untainted
by pain and betrayal

Pure instinct and ability
to love unconditionally
this, their divine destiny.

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The Unending Novel

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 16

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“You can’t write the clear biography of the aches and pains inside your skull” 

Jim Harrison from Skull – Songs of Unreason

The Unending Novel

The aches and pains inside are being written for me
as an unending novel since I was born unto this earth
day by day from the first scream for the breast
and now praying for the Bosom’s rest

Every ache and writhe of pain
the pages with teardrop stain
with anger clad betrayals
along with the depression battles

Through these gut wrenching pages
hope has penned its lines
the greatest chapter grace defines
Love leaves its scarlet drops
and a continual harvest of new crops

The Vine tenderly prunes this branch
to grow abundant on the kingdom’s ranch
there are seasons of rain, sun, and new birth
keeping an all consuming fire burning in this hearth

You see, this novel is eternal with
never ending chapters scribed
before time began.

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The Language Of The Living And The Dead

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 15

Write a poem inspired by this quote:

“I’ve spent a lifetime trying to learn the language of the dead”

Jim Harrison from Sister in  Songs of Unreason

The Language Of The Living And The Dead

Language whether written or spoken
is a precious gift given
it can bring life to a soul
or it can leave a desecrated hole

Language can be the wings that carry
or it can break the wings to tarry
it can be the lyrics that makes one sing
or turn a songbird into a mute cageling

Language has great and mighty power
penned words of the soul become poetic myrrh
an earthy sandalwood burning in the hearth
a fragrant jasmine that gives spiritual birth

Language also has the ability to destroy
used as a weapon of Satan’s convoy
the rape of a soul into persecuted oppression
leaving one’s worth in a state of recession

Language is a beautiful art when used wisely
let it not become defamed by using it despisingly
cherish it, honor it, and be love compliant
if not, then chose the art of remaining silent.

“The tongue has the power of life and death,
and those who love it will eat its fruit.”
Proverbs 18:21 (NIV)

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When The River Becomes Still

Jilly’s 28 Days Of Unreason Poetry – Day 14

Write a poem based on this quote:

“The hardest part is when the river is too swift and goes underground for days on end” – Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

When The River Becomes Still

If only for a moment
the river would become still
so the riverbed eyes
would finally dry and
become unswelled 
peace would paint them white
the soul could see daylight

The cruelty of life
has no mercy upon
tender hearts that care
one cut after another
to the soul
a season seemingly unending
with the tank of hope
running on fumes
enduring for new season
to arrive…

the night will shine like the day
pleasure will overcome dismay
laughter will chase away the mourning
the robe of joy will replace the sackcloth of misery
and the heart shall wear the crown of victory’s beauty…

When the river becomes still.

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