A Night’s Moment

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #81



This video inspired me. Maybe you like to see it or use it as a creative nudge.


“Don’t simply brush away the inexplicable connectedness we’ll occasionally taste as we experience certain people, places and works of art. These mere seconds of quite synchronicity and understanding count. They always, always count. You just have to know and believe it. ~Victoria Erickson      -Photo by Photo.Manic on Flickr

In a night’s moment…

the inner eyes gaze into the ebony ascent

where the thorns of the soul do not bleed

a river of tears finally begins to recede

and pain evolves into a soothing numb

wafting in the sweet scent of escape’s succumb

until reality’s stark light shines its brightness

we grow accustomed to darkness.

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Long Winter’s Night

MLMM Photo Challenge #244


In the cold and bitter

long Winter’s night

her soul filled with

such bloody pain


Not even noticing the

bitter cold, awaits…

for the Stranger to come

and meet her…


For many have promised

if she would wait faithfully

the Stranger would appear

and comfort her fear


Fill her devoid soul with love

and the Light would dawn

upon her darkness…


Yet, many a year has come and gone

the Stranger never came

now each day her spirit

slowly dies in the barren

Winter’s night…


With no purpose for living

For without love…what is the point?

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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