A Few Of Stiggy Says (poetry)

[Poppy1]

Brilliant! That's Psyche

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

Ode to the Tear

And let the storm pass over in due season,
To wait it out, ‘til we no longer hold,
Onto the heartache which we held for reasons.

Beautiful. Heartfelt.

 

[stigmaticman]

thanks
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Ode to the Night Skies

Cloudless skies unburden me,
My heart, closing the distance,
Lost in now and forever,
The deep black comes near,
As past and now bed together,
While Earth stands silent under my feet.

The night skies open before me,
In awe, as my eyes ponder,
A split second suspended,
My person stretched in suspense,
As it wraps around the heavens,
And my thoughts bend towards the stars.

Senses settle on something peaceful,
My vision leads, scoping the beauty,
The gentle realm beyond harkening,
I visit and it becomes part of me,
While it settles in my soul, and breathes,
As my body aligns with slumber.

(end)

 

[Poppy1]

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Ode to the Night Skies

Cloudless skies unburden me,
My heart, closing the distance,
Lost in now and forever,
The deep black comes near,
As past and now bed together,
While Earth stands silent under my feet.

The night skies open before me,
In awe, as my eyes ponder,
A split second suspended,
My person stretched in suspense,
As it wraps around the heavens,
And my thoughts bend towards the stars.

Senses settle on something peaceful,
My vision leads, scoping the beauty,
The gentle realm beyond harkening,
I visit and it becomes part of me,
While it settles in my soul, and breathes,
As my body aligns with slumber.

(end)

Sublime

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

Lovely. I read it over and over again. You have caught the feeling of 'oneness with all the worlds' that comes upon us when we gaze at the starry sky.

Senses settle on something peaceful,
My vision leads, scoping the beauty,
The gentle realm beyond harkening,
I visit and it becomes part of me,
While it settles in my soul, and breathes,
As my body aligns with slumber.

 

[stigmaticman]

thanks, here's another...
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Around Me

I take a minute, and listen,
As my ears take in all the sounds
That surround me, in such vivid

Arrays, with everything around
Coming to life, each from actions.
I sit and imagine their source,

Many begin to encourage me,
Like the song of a little bird,
Who talks to listeners, friendly,

Whose sweet and melodious voice,
Rises upon the air, and cheers
On the day, as set before it.

Or the gentle brush of the wind,
As it cups in my ear, and whispers
To me like musings from a friend,

Which makes me smile, with a warm mirth,
And brings me to an awareness
Of his unseen presence, which comes first.

And sounds of little passer-byes,
Who rustle with the moving wind,
When autumn days collects them nigh,

And they crackle under my feet,
As each step I take, makes a sound
That somehow seems so exciting,
Like most everything around me.

 

[Gita V.Reddy]

thanks, here's another...
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Around Me

I take a minute, and listen,
As my ears take in all the sounds
That surround me, in such vivid

Arrays, with everything around
Coming to life, each from actions.
I sit and imagine their source,

Many begin to encourage me,
Like the song of a little bird,
Who talks to listeners, friendly,

Whose sweet and melodious voice,
Rises upon the air, and cheers
On the day, as set before it.

Or the gentle brush of the wind,
As it cups in my ear, and whispers
To me like musings from a friend,

Which makes me smile, with a warm mirth,
And brings me to an awareness
Of his unseen presence, which comes first.

And sounds of little passer-byes,
Who rustle with the moving wind,
When autumn days collects them nigh,

And they crackle under my feet,
As each step I take, makes a sound
That somehow seems so exciting,
Like most everything around me.

 

[Poppy1]

Around Me

I take a minute, and listen,
As my ears take in all the sounds
That surround me, in such vivid

Arrays, with everything around
Coming to life, each from actions.
I sit and imagine their source,

Many begin to encourage me,
Like the song of a little bird,
Who talks to listeners, friendly,

Whose sweet and melodious voice,
Rises upon the air, and cheers
On the day, as set before it.

Or the gentle brush of the wind,
As it cups in my ear, and whispers
To me like musings from a friend,

Which makes me smile, with a warm mirth,
And brings me to an awareness
Of his unseen presence, which comes first.

And sounds of little passer-byes,
Who rustle with the moving wind,
When autumn days collects them nigh,

And they crackle under my feet,
As each step I take, makes a sound
That somehow seems so exciting,
Like most everything around me.

This poem reflects exactly how I feel today. Although it's mid-winter, the temperature is very mild, the sky is blue, the sun is shining and the birds are singing with happy abandon. It really lifts your spirits, as does your poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.

This is one I wrote a while ago, in a similar spirit.

Simplify

sky blue
nose to tail clouds
trundle to the north

grasses sway
waves curling
in perpetual motion

warm wind
caresses
fragrant blossoms

pines sigh
to breeze's touch
hawk hang-glides

murmuring stream
in undertones
sings endless song

lilting skylark
cadence lifting
spirits soar

Peace

 

[stigmaticman]

lovely, altogether lovely poppy