Tag: poetry
Sagas Among the Arcana: this is the hero . . .
The six of wands is pulled
Mind restless/ body defenseless/ journey endless/ this is our hero/
Crows kick up a wind/ outside/ the wind pushes the hero/ faster/ on his horse/ it gallops like thunder/ this is how the hero goes/
There is a fence/ stretching out/ long across/ a coast/ a meadow/ a canyon/ anything that the mind supplies/ the body survives/ long enough to complete/ the valiant/ endeavor/ this is where the hero goes
Empty heart/ lonely soul/ all this perseverance to fulfill/ them/ both/ need time to settle/ this is why the hero goes/
He will do anything/ to meet the challenge/ is great/ honor full/ ignoring the omen/ in the sky/ six crows/ on the ground/ arrogance/ for show/ this is for the hero’s selfish woes//
Evolving Emotions: Love- Poetry
Last Goodbye
She was evening nights sprinkled with fireflies. She was bouquets of every shade. She was long farewells, dandelion wishes, and key lime pie. Her heart beating atop my chest settled my breath into a steady patter every Sunday morning when the birds were chirping and her hands would hold mine, delicate and powerful, carrying me into the day with jittery excitement and beaming optimism and just when the world felt like it would fall into pieces I watched her wave with a smile plastered on her beautiful face knowing I was hers and she was mine from now until the end. She was warm embraces beneath a woven blanked. She was long road trips below a bright sun. She was mine and I was hers until our last goodbye.
Sagas Among the Arcana: The Fallen Flock
The 10 of cups – family
Death – closure, change
The 7 of cups – “illusionary fears,” revelation
There he comes / the hunter / come to butcher / my flock / one down / two / three / all family gone to bleed / That hunter / he comes / mounted / on a horse skinned of its / skin / there’s no skin / and soon the skin of my flock / will rot / six feet under dirt / The skulled hunter / his skulled mount / they’re both so much like / our skulled flock / How many more birds / should be shot with stones / until we turn the stones / Seasons go / some birds don’t go / beyond their youth / This is the phantom / crow / that haunts me / its bad omens / burden me / like the weight of my fallen flock.
