Finding hope…

“Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

Day 2.
This is a poem I wrote a year ago, it reminded me of my dear blogger friend Natalie who is no longer with us…

Flowers don’t grow
weary,
they rise up
with the sun
spending their days frolicking
hardly overcome!
And when the seasons change
they rest for a while,
till the next time
you see them
glowing undefiled…
They festoon
our gardens
in worshipful praise,
with carefree amusement brightening our days…
Blossoming
where they are planted,
an uncomplaining bunch,
basking
in the nourishment
of waterlogged mulch…

Shades of blue…

The sky
was a perfect shade
of heaven…
from up above,
Angels
cast their blessings…
in shades of blue
they scooped up
all my sorrow…
and in soft twilight
I felt them quietly follow…

Rosé dancers…

rosé dancers
in the rain,
bringing down
joy’s refrain…
soaking in misty showers,
revealing their superpowers…

Reflecting light…

the moon
is just a reflection
of the sun,

it doesn’t have
its own light…
yet see how it lights up
the darkness!

We too are
light-bearers
made in the image
of the Divine,
with an ability
to hold,
and reflect light…

©AllysoAlly2019

Must love tea… &

“When I drink tea I am conscious of peace. The cool breath of heaven rises in my sleeves, and blows my cares away.”
― Lo Tung

Trails of paint
splashes of color…
teapots that embody culture…
sketches of dreamy views
quirky Ceramics
a grateful muse…
reflections of a sanguine career,
holding space
assembling cheer…

Art by Linda
©AllysoAlly2019

When she was a child…

“Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
it calls me on and on across the universe.”
― John Lennon

she hails from a city
near the mountains of the moon,
where the savannah hisses
on sultry
afternoons…
and stars fall in lucent immersions,
touching Earth without any urging…

On torrid evenings, when gasping for breath,
she foreknew paradise in
mystical depth…
in the fragrant meadows, of grasshopper haunts,
she believed the impressions
beyond her thoughts…

and she traversed dark oceans,
with invisible lords,
fantastical journeys of a timeless form,

she made secret vows
with the unsaid,
alliances bound by a silver thread
uniting her with her heavenly core,
that
never again
should be ignored…

Baptized in forgiveness
she recast the script…
named by a Starfleet from a lunar eclipse,
where every tribe
flows through
her veins,
freed from the chants of hellish refrain…

when she was a child, she wanted to be….
a dreamer
a poet
of fantasy…

image courtesy PixaBay #Nairobi
©Ally2019

Enchanted Forests…

In glades
of diaphanous light
when dreams were lucid,
I planted you forever
in the soil 
of my imagination…
Your face has been imprinted on the bark
of these enchanted forests
where Time Lords gather…

©Ally2019