Here and There – Tale of Two Blogs

I am currently blogging at Silver Moon Cove. I may be (attempting to) consolidate that site into this one. It’s a (passing) thought anyway. Perhaps an overly ambitious one, since I feel the two blogs express different aspects of my journey through this mortal coil. I’m not sure what possessed me to have more than one blog, but perhaps it was meant for me to have more than one to explore different facets of connection to others and myself.

May your journey always be safe and your path illuminated,
MW 🙏🏼

Suburbia

Home sweet home
Neat houses all in a row
Faux gaslights imparting
A soft, subtle glow

Her house looks no different
With its white shaded porch
Yet evil lies in wait
Behind the closed door

In the shadow of privilege
She cowers in fear
Her cries at odds
with the serene night air

The red peonies she planted
Are the color of her blood
The dead patch on the emerald lawn
Mirrors his “love”

If you look closely
You’ll see something askew
Maybe a jagged edge
Within the lines of smooth

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©️ 2020 MW / DV survivor

Windowpane

upon my window pane
a trail of muffled raindrops
echoing my tears

Chaiku by MW 🙏🏼

Breath, fog and raindrops
Seeping into my soul
My eyes turned upwards
Toward the promise of the clouds
While my feet 
Are drenched in mud puddles
Sending shivers deep
Into my bones

The view from my room
Is spattered with raindrops
In the heartbeat of the rain
I can see dams breaking
Sweat dripping down
Dampened bedsheets
Arms outstretched
People under somber umbrellas
Separated by their fears

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©️ 2020 MW 🙏

Using the word Room as my inspiration for OLN at dVerse, our host Grace at Every Day Amazin and our previous host Laura at Poetry Pix.

Chaiku: One Humanity

intentions, words, deeds
wounding or fulfilling needs
One humanity

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©️ 2020 MW 🙏 Chaiku

Chaiku: Brazen Grin

early morning sunlight
piercing my darkness
with a brazen grin

Chaiku ©️ 2020 MW

Chaiku: Bended Knee

upon bended knee
i thanked a tree in the woods
for tutoring me

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©️ 2020 MW 🙏 Unleashing some of my chaiku languishing in draft mode. Chaiku need not shelter in place.

Chaiku: Clay Feet

silently the night creeps in,
tiptoeing past smashed pottery,
why do all my idols have clay feet?

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©️ 2020 MW 🙏 chaiku

Runes/Ruins

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Cast your stones upon the ruins
Cast your runes upon the stones
Take now what the future holds
Think only of what is in your bones

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©️ 2020 All Rights Reserved

This little poem is literally something I dreamed up. I usually read Oracle or Angel cards, not runes, yet I dreamed about runes and remembered the words to this poem when I woke up. “Take now what the future holds?” Food for thought!

Today…

Today I vividly recall
The embrace of the grim reaper
Today I remember the sharp nick
Of his kiss upon my soul
His passion distracts me
From the Truth
Life is too fleeting and fragile
To remain face down
Spewing out mouthfuls of dirt

©️2019 MW ❣️

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Recalling my many encounters with the grim reaper. Cheers to dVerse and Whimsygizmo. We are writing quadrilles using the word “nick” — meaning steal, timeliness (nick of time) or small cut.

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Frozen Tundra

The past is a frozen tundra
Immovable and unchangeable
There is only now
This present moment
To live in the knowledge
I have gained

I allow the past
To drift away
On the ocean of tears
I have cried over marks
I have missed
And cherished dreams
I have failed to
To manifest

Today I make peace
With the Present
And arise from the frigid waters
Frozen fingers weaving
A new beginning
From all the frayed ends.

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©️ MW 2018 🙏 All Rights Reserved

Chaiku: Vanishing Ink

Story of her life
scribbled on scraps of paper
in vanishing ink

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©️MW 2018 🙏 Chaiku

Chaiku: Life

Life is a flower
blooming, wilting, withering
easily broken

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©️ 2108 MW 🙏
Chaiku

Bridges

The bridges you’ve burned smolder behind me
Staining the innocence of a bright new day
Through the thick, dark smoke of brokenness
I see the outline of new bridges [to jump from, cross over or burn to ashes]
Shimmering and swaying in the distance,
Whispering promises that make a mockery of my fears
Looking over my shoulder one last time
I see the bridge where you faltered
Refusing to cross over onto solid ground with me
Within the blink of an eye it vanishes
A mere specter in the realm of what could have been
Before you succumbed to your predilection
For gasoline and matches

© 2018 MW 🙏

Cheers to OLN at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.

Kundalini

The Serpent Goddess winds up your spine
Wrapping around your wounded heart
Evoking cool ocean breezes
Followed by the heat of the desert sun
A wild taste of freedom shoots upward
Engaging every inch of your existence
In a sensual dance
Droplets of blood rain fall steadily
Washing away all your pain
Colors flash through your cerebral cortex
Fiery red flashes of anger
Indigo blue ripples of peace
Sea green waves of bitterness
Amber orange rays of hope

You become an Old World lizard
A hungry panther
An Indian Star tortoise bridging heaven and earth

An angel with steely wings
Swoops in
Challenging your beliefs
Pitting itself against your humaneness
Pressing sharp talons into your flesh

Shape-shifting
You become billows of smoke
Purging and cleansing
Your tortured soul

You are a crystal clear river now
Flowing fiercely and freely
Calmly and powerfully
Kundalini’s work is done

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Cheers to Open Link Night at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.

© 2017 MW 🙏 All Rights Reserved

Kundalini is divine feminine energy in the form of a coiled snake that lies dormant at the base of the spine. A Kundalini Awakening is an intensely powerful spiritual experience through altered and expanded states of consciousness that uncoils the snake and pulls the energy up through the chakras to the crown. Kundalini energy is the source of our creative power and spiritual gifts.

In Kabbalah, the serpent represents our ego-self. Ego-self blocks our connection to Source.

Shade

I dwell in shade
Engulfed by grays
No color palette to
Enliven my days
Shadows take hold
Where my life enfolds
I have no rainbows
To enliven my soul
All my words drift
Into soundless mist
I look into the mirror
And I don’t exist

I have no face
I’ve been erased
All that I am is painful space

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© 2017 Mother Wintermoon 🙏

For D’verse and host Lillian, using “shades” as our inspiration. 

Underground

A black cat mewls piteously
upon my gravestone
the stench of decay
fills my nostrils
unearthly roots encircle my legs
smoke
sulfur
excrement
the alchemy of hell
turns my soul to dust
wizening
eroding
decomposing
soil blackens my lips
as i begin this descent
into the underworld
where fire consumes my shame

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Underground II

Risen and fallen
a lone candle burns
upon my tombstone
a feral cat scratches at my grave
roses wither on the vine
as the goddess of the underworld
invokes my name
pain is my destiny
into the bowels of oblivion
i accept my fate

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©️ 2017 Mother Wintermoon ❣️
Cheers to OLN at dVerse and our host, BodhiRose (Gayle). Inspired by the Underground prompt hosted by PaulScribbles.

Defiance

Into this hallowed chamber,
harshness enters,
bruising my knees,
weighing down my outstretched arms.

Icicles of despair linger,
suspended in frozen air,
taunting voices whisper,
mocking my faith,
drowning out the chorus of prayers.

The face of your image looms,
burned into my naked flesh,
i arise! in defiance of,
this sham salvation.

The angels shiver,
trembling against fragile glass,
shattering the panes,
into bright pieces
of sharpened resolve.

© 2016 MW All Rights Reserved

Cheers to dVerse and Bjorn. Our prompt is to work the shadows of light and dark.

Forsaken Supplication

Forsaken supplication,
slivers of fractured sunlight,
filtered through stained glass,
warming her fragile flesh…

Swaying with bended knees,
in this primordial House of God,
walls whispering tales of ancient lust…

Encased in prayer she awaits,
invocations in The Holy Tongue,
escaping unbidden from her lips…

Her soul cries for release and vindication,
corporeal scars uncovered,
her robes turned to ashes and dust…

The Bride enters,
a likeness cloaked in amber shadows,
formed from shards of brokenness…

Secrets of suffering revealed,
in rivulets of tears,
carving patterns,
into time worn stone

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Scriptural Hebrew is called Lashon HaKodesh — The Holy Tongue. The Bride (Kallah) is a name for the Divine Feminine in a Jewish hymn.

© 2017 MW All Rights Reserved ❣️

Cheers to OLN at dVerse Poet’s Pub and Mish, who used the expression “If walls could talk” as our inspiration.