Yogini

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Yogini reaches

to infinite realms

far above and deep below

as a tree

standing half lotus.

Restless dogs sigh

and settle entranced

by soft pencil

strokes that shade

each chakra

drawing out sound

as thread from a skein

weaving a moment of

silent peace.

© 2017 Ontheland

Lately I’ve started coloring as a way of relaxing.  The photo is of my first coloring project shown to provide the context for this Monday quadrille, written using the word ‘sound’ for dVerse Poets Pub.

Not knowing

Worry about nuclear theatre

may be a sign of privilege,

having something to lose.

Jet fumes accent grey yellow sunset sky,

dog nails patter on bare wood floor,

cats sit near guarding opposite directions.

In war zones bombs blitz everyday

death is near, some say they’ve lost all fear,

my distant mind strains to comprehend.

I always wonder about my fur friends,

their reliance on us, not privy to our plans

yet much goes on in sky above and earth below,

down the road and millions of miles away

and I know nothing of it.

Darkness has fallen into steady gnawing and

this human mind calms knowing about

not knowing much at all.

©2017 Ontheland

 

 

Drizzle this

Earth peoples dreaming love

and peace finesse to savour,

come drizzle this:

Deep thoughts silently summoned

Rallentando time to wonder

Inner depths rippling glissandi

Zero-carbon electricity buzz

Zephyrs whispering clean techno jazz

Longed for fruits of planning revival

Eros sighs earth songs of pleasure.

©2017 Ontheland

The idea to ‘drizzle’ came from Mish at dVerse Poets Pub who hosted Monday’s Quadrille prompt.

They’re seeding the clouds

Is it a conspiracy?

They seeded the clouds

with love.

Love has been raining

since dawn quenching

scorched earth cleansing

poisoned minds trickling

hate down sewers

washing away fear

swelling hearts with

courage to join in

generous community,

 knowing we only have

each other.

©2017 Ontheland

My mind and heart battered from contemplating recent actions by the United States government, I avoided a sinkhole and flew to the clouds.  Now as I post this poem, I am weighed down with rage and sadness from knowing that worshipers were gunned down at a Quebec City Mosque on Sunday night.  I am not sure where my opening line came from…but I have decided to leave it…a conspiracy to relieve human distress, hatred, and destruction could be a good thing.

‘Dawn’ is the word for this week’s Quadrille challenge hosted by Björn Rudberg over at dVerse Poets Pub.

Aleppo

A pretty octave played before a window

Beyond whose curtain grows a world crescendo.

–from ‘Overture’ by F.R. Scott

Aleppo,

last night I heard you

interviewed on the radio.

You spoke firmly,

no panic in your voice—

my insides clenched

and the host,

I heard her heart skip—

Yes, that was an explosion nearby,

you don’t know how long

you’ll evade death….

Protest you said, demonstrate

demand peace.

©2016 Ontheland