poets

Sleeping Stars

The dances of sprinklings of stardust
Strung together, then torn back apart
Here into the spaces, invisible places
Shape shift into all that we are

Inside the time and the ripples,
There’s magical spell that releases
Of ebbing and flowing, the knowing grows glowing,
Re-birthed into rhythms afar, we sleep.

IW

Advertisements

Cacophonic – A Poem for #AtoZChallenge

 

Cacophonic

Calming chaos of calamities creep
Completes conundrums considered
In cocoons concocted, concealed and contained
As cacophonic creeds in catacombs crumble

Click the big C above to take you to the page to link your post to. If you DO write a poem – please leave a link to your post here too, so I can meander along and find you. 🙂

You can find out more here- Please join us!

Go get writing your poem.(Alternatively write anything – but do write. )

IW

 

Big Ben’s Brazen Beat – A Poem for #AtoZChallenge

 

Big Ben’s Brazen Beat

Big hand begs,
Bye-bye it still says
Beginning again bring the arms ’round
Till then, breath below becoming bold
Believing bedtimes basic bate
Brashly breaks our brazen bards
To birth beneath the blazing heat
Broken, braver by Big Ben’s beat.

This post was inspired by Arlee Bird over at ‘Tossing It Out’ and his write regarding ‘Time’.

Click the big B above to take you to the page to link your post to. If you DO write a poem – please leave a link to your post here too, so I can meander along and find you. 🙂

You can find out more here- Please join us!

Go get writing your poem.(Alternatively write anything – but do write. )

IW