A Whisper In a Hailstorm

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Now I know, a refuge never grows
from a chin in the hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
~Indigo Girls

 

 

 At a glance, you cannot see a shadow in the dark.

Its beginnings are as undefined as recognizing

one face in a crowd.

For no eyes have ever taken awe at a 

painting halfway done.

Its colors are as obscure as

the misunderstood ring of

a vaguely uttered sound.

Listing, you cannot hear a

whisper in a hailstorm.

Its vibrations vanish in the wind

unnoticed as a sigh of regret.

For a heart has never been moved

by an act of complacency.

Its message is as uninspiring

as words that were never said.

 

 

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for "Open Link Monday"

 

Like the Unfolding of a Flower

a storm to move mountains by Brook Shaden click here

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Cloud"

Linking with dVerse for the Brook Shaden prompt and with Poetry Jam "clouds" prompt

Like the changes we face in life, clouds can represent the passions of the heart.  They can be soft to the eyes on a peaceful day, and then full of darkness and bolts of lightning in a thunderstorm.
Life is full of changes like the sky can be filled with clouds; each one unique and ever evolving into something more.



Clouds evolve like the unfolding of a flower

from a bud into a full bloom

and so do our hopes and passions in life

they spark within and then evolve into view

 

 like the vapors that make up the clouds

these hopes and cares we hold dear stay alive

 

this magnificent move from sea to air

is part of the growth of what makes us truly thrive.

 

 

 

 

Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?

Elizabeth Taylor, Set of  "Giant", by Frank Worth

The Mag #231



Chase down your passion like it's the last bus of the night. ~Terri Guillemets

I have skinned my knees for far lesser things
recklessly chasing tumbleweeds and lassoing dreams
carrying the load with my own bare hands
searching for meaning on my own spot of land
it takes giant strength to break a steed
and yet another kind to set him free
so now I plow hard on a lonely plain
hoping for sunshine praying for rain
for finding purpose and chasing dreams
is a thirsty calling and a tricky thing
you can get stuck in the mud falling hard
or lose your way and break your heart
either way it is an awkward gravel path
where boots get torn and tires go flat
so cowards need not apply for this post
keep your baggage and just stay home
I'm searching for greater things something more
and it can't be bought at the corner store
I will probably get robbed or ripped to shreds
digging for gold that could never be lent
but that has never before shattered my dreams
and I have skinned my knees for far lesser things.

Spoon Fulls of The Moon (Magpie Memories)

Venus de Milo with drawers,1936,Salvador Dali

The Mag 157

(Now linking with #229 boy does time fly.)

"Venus demilo

In her half-baked shell

Understood the nature

Of love very well

She said, a good love is delicious

You can’t get enough too soon

It makes you so crazy

You want to swallow the moon"

~Lyrics of Jupiter written by Jewel

 

There are places hidden like drawers

 in a chest that only some will ever see

A thousand secrets of the great enigma

 that only one man can truly free

Inside each are longings sorted like bobby pens
 at the bottom of beauty's wealth

with different shades of gray and red

 that camouflage a woman's heart with stealth

for the hungers of love's deep wanting are contained

 yet they can be seen by the naked eye

as the beauty of longing and all it's charms

 spoon up the moon with just a sigh.

 

 

I have so many unfinished posts for Magpie Tale prompts that I started, but could not get finished before the following prompt started.  I hope it will be okay, but I have decided to link them in here and there on future weeks prompts, so that they will get finished and at least linked in the place they once belonged.  I am going to call them "Magpie Memories".  I probably have about 18 or so that I started and did not complete.  So this one is the first of many old ones to come.  Approval permitting of course.  Hope everyone has a wonderful week.  Thank you Tess.  Magpie Tales has been a wonderful inspiration for me. 

The Soul's Watering Can

Courtesy Google Images

 

Linking with Poetry Jam for the "Thirst" prompt.

 

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.  ~Emily Dickinson

I am wilted and parched in places
 that the sun and man shall never see
 in my heart's garden of utter regrets
 that grow wild on the plenty of complacency.
  Pick the roses step on the orchids
 pull the weeds if you dare,
but please God water the deepest roots
 before my outer foliage becomes bare.



People and plants both must have water to live and in many ways are very much alike.  If you nurture the roots, the outer foliage is always more lovely.  The same is true for a human heart.  If you feed the soul with the fruits of the spirit, then the evidence is always seen on the outside as well.  What goes in has a way of bearing witness on the outside as well.  We can hide many faults within our outer armor, but some things just cannot be hidden.  We can starve the soul for a while but sooner or later the malnourishment is visible for the world to see.  The different is that the garden relies on man to feed its fold, and man relies on God.  Yet there is still another difference; God allows us the choice to accept Him or deny Him.  He is the soul's watering can, but only we can choose to pour it in.

A Beautiful Place To Stay

Courtesy Mark Kelly

"Where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts."
~Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., Homesick in Heaven

Linking with "Words Count"...with Mama Zen at Imaginary Gardens

Somewhere in the midst of a magnificent storm

 my heart resides upon the most beautiful bridge.

It so longs to hold a crazy profound love

while the winds of chance make the beams unhinge.

It hungers for a connection like a bridge between two lovely lands.

A place to give homestead out in the wilds of naked openness

 so ecstasy may be guarded within my own hips and another's hands.

Above the raging waters of storms that no man could ever cease

is a place my heart shall tarry in hope's own splendor

 as my yearning for this one love will always increase.

Immersion

"God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled." 

~Author Unknown

 

This life is an endless pool of wonders full of lessons at every splash

we must dive in at the deep end with all the guts and strength we have

life cannot be truly lived observing at the water's edge

you have to utterly submerge until every fiber of your being is wet

it is an exploration that carries one deeper as it goes

a baptismal of guidance more profound as the heavier current flows

so immerse yourself in life like a missionary with a mighty cause

for no one else can swim it for you it's your own gain or your own loss.

Fallen

Some people embrace love with the fervor of a missionary

holding it close like a book of scriptures to the heart

while others just cup it softly and awkward like a nestling

that has somehow fallen from where it once was

the love I hold has wandered through both paths

like a lost fawn searching for comfort in the dark

once my heart found it

I grasped hold with the strength of a thousand men

never wanting to let go

yet too weak to try
now I tenderly keep it within my palm
knowing it is too fragile
to withstand another fall.


Linking with Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads Fireblossom Friday #10
....and yes I am late very late as usual. :-)

A Certain Force

"Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you."

~Oprah Winfrey

Poets United Thursday Think Tank #71 Energy


Also linking with dverse




There is a certain force that moves us
 like wind waves a flag,
 and the tide pushes forth an ocean. 
The energies of adversity,
 and our true passions
 make their way through us
 one way or another,
 driving us onward,
or pushing us down.
   Their power can make us stronger,
 and motivate us
 in ways that no other pressure can sway us.
Like the winter cold
makes us shiver,
and the heat persuades
us to thirst,
and
to
quench
it.
The
energy
of
change
has
an
impact
on
what
we
choose.
Through
 it
all
we
can
 find
 a
 force
 within
 us
 to
 survive,
 and
 to
 thrive...
becoming
 a
 beautiful
waving
 kite
 in
 the
open
 sky.



I have found in my life, that the struggles I have faced have been a driving force in what I choose to do.  In those difficult times  I have also been moved to find a way to better cope and survive.  I think even in my childhood, when I first started writing, that is what motivated me.  I can still remember writing my first poem, and why I decided to sit down, and put my energy into it.  There was a difficult situation going on at the time, and somehow that moved me to write.  The flickering flame of that heated moment sparked me on a journey that has continually been a comfort for me in life.  The energy of life's hardships, and constant change, have hurled me forward in my passion for writing time and time again.