come join me in the river of my dreams
amid crystal waters
I will lay as I was born
bathing in the rill
anointing skin
let me douse myself in you
succumb, content
do not let me waken
nor disturb tranquility
for in dreams, I do not seek reality
©jmtacken Feb 2014
Last night I wanted to write and had a nudge on my piece Laced Emotion from Brian, then the word crystal was given to me from Richard from richardankerswrites~ so thank you both.
when the raven calls at night
on the precipice of dreams and nightmares
do you succumb
relinquishing to darkness, one by one your foot steps
not adhering to the craggy ground
as you fall ever deeper into your singular mind
searching for an ending
tumbling ever forward, no ability to secure sanity
that once prevailed, clinging to the present
no doors for your escape
guessing what is real and what is not
overpowering bad considerations, scream loud
not to be defeated
bloodied scratching fingernails, asylum arms
grasping from all sides convincing you you're safe
"come with me", they whisper echoing in your ears
would it ever be ~ where is your sanctuary
are lines defined, the misinterpreted voices that you hear
cast fears aside, do not fall into the cavity
when the raven calls
©jmtacken Dec 2013
Photo Credit Pin Dark Forest Night Image on Pinterest
imagination weaves into our existence ~ reality
played or not ~ surfaced, hidden, what is seen by
minds eye
make of it what you will, no conformity required
hidden secrets or desires, beginning ~ middle ~ end
what say you
this is your creativity, not the one who lives next door
unless an invitation was extended, your choice
you choose
seemingly from nowhere, conjure images that delve
into forbidden or what you wish to be, inconspicuous
or blatant
tangled ~ free form, the possibilities are endless
eyes opened or closed tight, in light or in the dark
your fantasy
dream it ~ feel it ~ no one will ever judge
for this belongs to only you and no one reads
your mind
©jmtacken 31st Oct 2013
Grace,ethereal & dream were 3 words kindly given to me by http://whocouldknowthen.wordpress.com
Thank you and I hope you enjoy. Please listen to the music as you read.
with grace she enters from the dressing room
captivating those that turn, their lipstick stained glasses
held in hand and some gentlemen who sit on couches
sideways glance to hold her beauty in their eyes
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too ethereal for this world, angelically she softly glides
and takes her place in front of the mirror that can’t
reflect the beauty she holds inside
satin shoes, dress of lace that waterfalls
around her feet
her dream, on the verge of being fulfilled
my dream ~ her happiness and I wonder does she notice
the tears that well, the inner glow of love I simply feel
watching as she turns and almost pirouettes
across the floor
a young girl now grown
a life to live away from home
my eyes soak in her beauty ~ yet there is a sadness
as her new life begins, away from sheltered arms that
held her close, wiped her tears, raised her through the years
words that even now are hard to write
though it’s been some time since that day
my baby, my first born child, the dress that fitted
like a glove, the tears of joy that trickled down her
porcelain skin
this memory will remain with me of how I felt
back then ~ the picture in my mind I shall
take that to my grave and in these moments
the years flow past my eyes ~ her first steps
her first words, her engaging smile
this elegant young woman
with a smile as wide as a crescent moon
before a veil is placed to complete the look
and as she turns to me
I see the utter joy across her face
her gown, this day, she is ready
she has chosen what she is to wear
her happiness impossible to hide
and I smile a reassuring smile… a mother to daughter’s love
a mothers’ pride ~ just the way you are
For any mother or perhaps father seeing their daughter in her wedding dress for the first time.
Beck
silent, dark and moth
These words were given to me from http://whoatethedaisies.wordpress.com/ as an inspiration to write the other evening and I had nothing… I now write the below (I probably still have nothing) but I’m giving it a try, I am letting my thoughts flow a little more. Critique welcome.
fingers splintering on bare wood
the night, eyes closed ~ except through
my third eye, the centre of my brows
early hours are silent, bar the tinkering
ivories that draws me from unconscious sleep
dreams will not be ReMembered
when I wake yet still I wonder
violins draw close, like moths
fluttering, movement; bow on strings
music helps my flight, as I drift or am I deep
in slumber now
wings circle overhead escaping from the birds
hush morning do not come to soon
I am in the woods, a far off place
morning will enter, UNknowingly disturb
spin… SPin hallucinating?
rest, tortuous circles upon the pillow
REALity or not, dreams, nightmare
bring me back to violins and
the black and white
so that I may rest tonight
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This poetic device is just what it says: a catalog or list of thing—an inventory of people, places, things, ideas. But it is no simple shopping list or to-do list, though I suppose it could be if a little thought and a dab of poetic creativity is added to the mix. It’s not just a simple one-two-three—rather, to be successful, it is a well thought-out, complex process.
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Fins or Horns
Tails, nails, talons
fisherman -devils? water/fire
casting thoughts
dreams/nightmares
line of fire
uncovered in light of day –
remember to remember the
night before – write it down
write a list you fool
what meaning has this
gnarled hooks metal/keratine?
invading silence in my slumber
plunging into darkness – hell
fire/brimstone
depths of blackened water – drowning
come up to breathe, exhale/inhale
fingernails/cepholopod mollusc
tentacles slithering
open eyes – awakening
but is it?
tales of fish/horns with tails
discombobulated
I shake my head pepper and salt
sprinkle on eggs
forgot the bacon on my list
intrusion in my head -meddling/trespass
stare out my window
wear a flame proof coat
or wellies and mac
I am not sure I have succeeded with the true definition of ‘Lists’ – but I gave it a shot.
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Written for – Picture it & Write
Lonely
on darkened hill a willow stands
limbs hang scraping the earth
as if trying to dig a hole to
escape
lonely
as the lamb or calf stand in the paddocks
in the fierceness of winter hail and rain
their coats saturated from the
rain
lonely
the broken-hearted woman
with so much love to share
sits alone at her table and dines by
herself
lonely
the father who waits for the
fortnightly visits from his children
wanting to hear laughter hold them
close
lonely
the animal in the shelter hoping
that someone will pass by and take him
away from the four x 6 cage that he lives
in
lonely
the dreamer who aspires to be grand
yet lives his life thinking that he is
not worthy of being noticed he has nothing to
give
lonely
the writer for their voice are words
placed upon paper hoping that thoughts felt
deep within will be recognised and there meaning
known
She spreads her legs
wide for their pleasure
how many today?
She loses touch with
what’s only a number
another man who sweats and
heaves and cries when done
they grunt and lick and feel
later
she walks along the river
holding hands with a man
that knows how to love
she dreams
of children laughing
in the yard
she prays
this man will finish soon
have his way be gone
leave his money on the stand
she wants
Ramblings From A Mum 