Cycles

the sky is sanctuary

where silken shreds of your soul

have sun tendril melded

lashing golden in my sight

i squint in memory delight

..

so at sunrise, with gasps

we become one again

and follow me you burn

simmering heat on shoulders

till the day is horizon nestled

..

your bright reminds me

you are not gone

merely crossed over

leaving me with moonlit melancholy

and the finite fears of a mortal mind

chemically prone to fantasy

and feckless conjecture

..

so let your rays reflect on my ice wintered self

and i in limbic state remain

your cyclic comfort cherish i will

in eternal, salutary refrain

86 thoughts on “Cycles”

  1. The start of your poem made me smile cos I just posted something I thought was on the same lines. I kept reading and realized how you shifted to something so much more profound. Very nicely written!

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    1. Yes! How nice to read your β€œHues of the Sky” and realize two souls were looking to the vast heavens for inspiration this day πŸ’ŸπŸ˜ŠπŸ’Ÿ

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  2. I remember a deep time of isolation when, seriously, the sun was my dearest friend. I would cherish the moments spent in its love-shine, and rejoice when seeing it after several weeks of not, then try to get others to share my enthusiasm. I really like your line, “lashing golden in my sight”, making me think of the most delicate, precious gift. Now I feel a bit sad for not having that same childlike devotion to the loyal one of the sky.

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    1. How sweet the phrase “love shine”… even the mere words warm me on this cold Northern night.

      Now you have me wondering, when do we lose that childhood exuberance for our skies; the notion that magic exists. When does the weariness of time numb us?
      Isolation is almost a prerequisite to take us back to the spiritual connection with nature. I hope that you shall be able to return someday … the sun really misses you πŸ™‚

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  3. You opened up a space of new realm by making the sky a sanctuary. The space is filled with peace, has gratitude diffused in it, you make the experience of being there so very delicious. There is so much assurance in the moonlit melancholy, it has such beauty that it is easy to stay there.
    I loved indulging in this my friend.

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      1. I appreciate you! I can see the thought you place into your wonderful comments. I find myself looking forward to them …every time!
        No pressure though πŸ˜‰
        😊🌹

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      2. Your words pull me in and then what comes through me just comes πŸ™‚ I read your work with leisure mindset. Only sometimes when that is not available, you might see a orange star only. That would be me enjoying a respite with your beautiful work yet somewhat crowded with other attentions to put my feeling into words.

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      3. I know exactly what you mean by this … one must be in a certain frame of mind to read and fully appreciate. A cluttered mind or general distractions can insulate the heart stifling written expression.
        An orange star from you … I will place in my mind sky and it will always bring a smile of appreciation here πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘―β€β™€οΈ

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    1. Oh Ivor, how I enjoy your sentimentality. What a beautiful vision you conjure … for child hood passes so very quickly. Waving at your mum in the clouds πŸ’ŸπŸ˜Š

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  4. I love how the poem grows gradually, building up to leave a profound, everlasting imprint upon the reader… There are breathtaking phrases right from the start; and once more, I am in awe of how you take something so simple and make it into a pervading work of art! Hugs, Lady D ❀

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    1. Your endorsements are very special my dear friend; I always feel privileged to capture your attention! You are indeed astute in your thoughts and conveyed words. To be read with such pleasing scrutiny is a personal honour for me.
      Sweet Isha, thank you ❀️😊🌸

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      1. Such mutual respect between us, for the moment you write such Cloud 9 inducing words I start day dreaming about the next Ishaism and doodle delight. πŸ˜πŸŒΉπŸ‘πŸ» Anytime is good for me … haha! πŸ€“ πŸ’»

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      2. Don’t you think I’d get bored … β€œall she ever writes about is love, nature and heartbreak…oh and an egg lol”.
        Maybe you should lose your memory for a day and check out Ishaisms … imagination, beauty and drawings so original and charming your heart would ache…😌🌸🌸

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      3. Bored? Did you say bored? BORED?! 😱😱😱
        Oh Lord, you may write on any theme, but poetry is subjective… Your reader may interpret it in a totally different way… You know not what you are Diana, therefore you won’t understand what mere mortals feel on reading one of your pieces…
        P.S Don’t you call one of my favorite poetesses boring 😣

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      4. Haha, uh oh! I have overstepped the mark by insulting…. myself. It shall never happen again!
        (Diana goes to mirror and repeats β€œyou are good dammit” repeatedly in a loud voice till neighbour bangs on wall!)
        Thank you dear blossom for complimenting me so, β€˜Tis truly smile inducing … 😊😘
        Have a lovely day!!!

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      5. Hahah ah you so made up for it with that hilarious comment πŸ˜‚ LOL 😝 I’m already having a lovely day thanks to fantastic you!
        You have yourself a wonderful night πŸŒƒ

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      6. Just look at that fresh imagery! So crystal clear! (And somebody calls this boring πŸ˜‰πŸ˜ ) Adios my poetic friend 🌌 To the land of dreams take your magnificent self 🌼🌹

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  5. “your bright reminds me

    you are not gone

    merely crossed over

    leaving me with moonlit melancholy

    and the finite fears of a mortal mind

    chemically prone to fantasy

    and feckless conjecture”

    Ah this was deep bliss to read. Love at its best though in utterly hopeless attire yet essentially our being which we can never lose. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ ❀ ❀

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  6. This is very deep and soulful Diana. How the love of the lost ones still engulfs us in their long-lost memories we cherish so deeply and how we stretch our imagination to the wildest and look for their traces everywhere in this nature.

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    1. Yes Megha, this is entirely how the human mind seeks comfort. That the soul is somehow eternal and reflected in the immense beauty of nature resplendent πŸ˜ŒπŸŒΈπŸ”β˜€οΈβ˜˜οΈ

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  7. Again beautiful, with that softness that is so you, and serene images. Even melancholy here doesn’t bite. You captured these moments when soul and nature are in harmony, and one is able to accept even loss or any other misfortune graciously. Actually, that’s philosophy. You did great, Diana!

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    1. Hello! Always so pleased when you both read and ruminate on my words. I agree: although I used the word β€œmelancholy” the underlying feel of this is one of eternal soul, and enduring memory that cannot be extinguished just as the cycle of sun and moon repeats.
      The image was a sunset capture one night this week… I never tire of horizon gazing 😊 Goodnight my friend 😊

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      1. I’m so pleased to liked it! I’m always snapping shots here and there!
        Yes it’s late morning here; I’m at work yet sneaking WP moments with one of my favourite bloggers 🌹😊
        You must be deep into the Silent Hour of a beautiful Greek eve!?

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      2. In a rather cold evening (9.30), and I am reading a little. It’s such a good idea that you post your own pictures. I’ve thought about doing it too and then I keep forgetting. Have a great day!

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      3. I would love to see images of your surroundings beside your wonderful poetry!

        Greece … cold? How little I know of your country, despite an Italian mother.
        Enjoy your reading…. talk soon!! 😊

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      4. I’ll try to do something about the images. I have a great horizon where I am!

        I know! Greece is mostly connected with summer and beaches, but when it’s winter, it’s cold. Just not as cold as northern Europe. And maybe not all the time, especially on the halcyon days.

        See you again soon!

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