Spirits Sell Dreams Again…

771Winter Landscape, with Rooks

“Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone,
plunges headlong into that black pond
where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan
floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind
which hungers to haul the white reflection down.

The austere sun descends above the fen,
an orange cyclops-eye, scorning to look
longer on this landscape of chagrin;
feathered dark in thought, I stalk like a rook,
brooding as the winter night comes on”…by Sylvia Plath

Early morning—sounds are soft ‘gainst ear—and—movement here—does not play darts—and goes—and—stop or start. Reflect—don’t think—and—happen—as life happens—in a sweet flow— of quiet seashore—and moonlight—bright. Waves gentle—gently removes—sand castle winds—fade fast—as eastern stars’ twinkle faith—and—roars of today’s—day touch future stops and goes. We are—barefoot children—of yesterday’s—todays—and tomorrow’s sunlight—bright. We leave—behind—dances—little paws—marks—in semi-wet sand—cool—and— without ever-care-never. Pipers play and children dance—into ragged-sorted-night—and—as they dance—Goddess flash—darkness—thunders and—those claps-of-little-hands—and—rings join—little songs and laughter—only as a child laugh–sings. A piper of the raggedy—sorting day—the role of rolls—the answer ones—and follow dance—behind-beside and before—the flute of silver crafts—and—the simple-dancing song. ‘A better day,’ they shout—and—everyone agrees—if you please.

If no one died because of War—how different would worlds appear—to be—to see—to hear—to here—to know? And! While snow run ‘cross deep knee—tuck and stumble—carry-to-steps—afraid to breathe-stop—fearing too high—places—not our own—or theirs—then coming spirit winds—round panting lips—face red—wishing air flow—and a knowing—you hear—are here—just as you disappear…And! If spirits sell—would—only dream you back again?

“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” ―by Ernest Hemingway…

Survival’s portion—portioned and scattered across understanding simplicity—and the variances in relativity—either linguistically determined—or silenced by rain—loud—gentle beginnings or the whispers of fire-fly wings and lighting…Wait! Eyes—tightly closed—to hear thunder—rolling across separated skies—as unseen flashes—knight the ocean—and crashes boom into the silent space—between raindrops and life…‘Plant your flag on—truth…’ Science eternally dances with superstition…Once and often either—momentarily wins something-of-else or another choice-to-follow…Crossroads to matter—chances to spark—and destiny always flirts with other up-and-about—perhaps…Real Sea—we’ll see—and another and another—of water-ships and places far away…This is here and between landings another beach—reach and as quickly discovered then thrown away…Dragging the lines of surf’s fall and rise—as waves dash high into moonless sky and crash along miles of sand and shoreline. Sea inhale and exhale and breathe again and time marks nothing—when endless and everlasting.

So! Pixel me a thought today and watch as pictures fade away.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Round Midnight’…by Julie London

25 comments on “Spirits Sell Dreams Again…

  1. The Ebb and Flow of Life… May we all learn to breathe in Unison as we allow in the Peace and let go of the fear…

    Blessings to you, an excellent write, and loved the music… Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate it.. Sue

  2. Love these closing lines:

    Dragging the lines of surf’s fall and rise—as waves dash high into moonless sky and crash along miles of sand and shoreline. Sea inhale and exhale and breathe again and time marks nothing—when endless and everlasting.

    A poetic meditation.

    Happy Thanksgiving.

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