Within

Without

Should I be silent or should I shout?

Voices beg for attention

That perfect note

The chord that pulls you in

A powerful tug rolling me under

Pleasure pains forgetting

Not forgotten

My hearts desire

Unlawful

But why not carry on?

Throw it out on fertile ground

A season of flowering

Fragrant as it ever was 

Shorter than it ever was

No more backing up

Looking up

Shake it up

Time to plant your feet

Fill your cup

This is what you want

A note

A Song

That is not mine

Another’s passion story

Still I play it

Listening for a message

Of hope and direction

To shout or not

To love or not

To make love or not

Who is listening?

Who is watching?

If I trip or I fall

It’s nothing at all.

© Sandy Hibbard June 26, 2022

Meditation is when you sit down and do nothing. Poetry is when you sit down and do something. 

In doing something or doing nothing we are still living and loving. The moments quickly pass, so meditate and breathe and then create a life of poetry that exhales love and passion for living in each day.

XOXOX
Sandy

The Blues…

Locusts sing their
Silver-summer song
Miles Davis playing his
Bitches Brew, where do I belong?
Wishing for some kind of
Permanence in this revolving world
Somewhere where the wine is cool
And white flags unfurl
Half immortal above a timid grave
Looking to infinite gods
But there is none to save.
Plagues on the rise
The only justice is for the rich
Protests in the streets
As fire burns its bliss.
But still yet Miles and Billie
Stir the sacred soul
And in this darkling hour
I rise alive and whole…

© 2020 Kelli Geopfert

I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvelously serene, and small starts, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.

~ Katherine Mansfield, poet

If I could awaken from love’s dream
turn the mercury to a sliver
and hush the very breath that warmth and joy delivers…

If I could snuff the laughter
to a filtered pretend chuckle
and fasten tight the mystery with a hardened cut-steel buckle

If I harnessed dreams’ heart and hope
with a cold and cloudy stare
and turned my face from what is real,
if I could stop love there.

Soon the prickle of the cold
would turn my heart to grief,
if I awakened from the dream laid at my lover’s feet

And so this vision must remain
sweetly moving, gently nurtured
in the hope of love’s embrace

© Sandy Hibbard

evoking joy like a child

a deep serious chuckle

of wonder

in the flame

and the magic of the colour

we are fireworks

bursting onto the night

and vanishing in a moment

never to be seen again

© Sandy Hibbard 2019

Image by William Blanton

“I woke up smelling your hair this morning

My fingers were tangled

In your long tussled locks

The scent of Lavender

And heat of your remembered breath

Consume my senses

Can we do it again?”

© Sandy Hibbard

Strong build

Tall and lean

Hair barely tussled

But for a calligraphy of curl embracing his brow

Lips full and unafraid

Well spoken

A man that has not forgotten

Or wandered

From his hearts desire.

© Sandy Hibbard

shrouded in clouds

flanked by roof-top forests

overgrown with fatina and the like.

Silver slips of harbor

beckon you to come

for dreamers there lies hope

for lovers despair…

oh, beware there.

In every forgotten footstep

together we swell with possibility

a chance for life

a sweet reality.

Pay attention.

Mere mortality makes no difference

to what lies beyond our sight.

Destiny calls in each toe-to-heel-step

that your spirit decides

to make…

to penetrate

to overtake

the fears that reside

the earth

the clouds

the forests

that can hide

your hopes

your love

your dreams.

Each movement solidifies

the direction of the tide….

Pay attention.

 
© Sandy Hibbard

“What is this feeling of love,
life,
freedom,
exploration,
beauty?
I feel it all in one breath.
In one sound of his voice.”

Photo by Sandy Hibbard at Lensqueen.com
Amsterdam Hotel