poetry

a book of poetry on a wooden table

waves of emotion through every art breath the human spirit the quest for love of self and worldly things

Life

Look at the birds and the butterflies

The sea so blue the sun to warm us

Smell the flower and raise a glass to me

The world is a beautiful place

Keep your own self and rely on no one

Travel is all I desire so it is to be.

louisa

  Beyond the Reef                                                                                                                 

 beyond where the surfers go.  Sunrise shatters the gloom with expectant light.    Beams reflect on the rushing tide; shafts of mirrored fire.   White tops dance and roll to crash upon the shore.  Waves indifferent to my entry, surge against me.  Costumed in a wet suit colored black, I glisten in this other skin.    I merge into the aquatic realm, accepting of my fate.   Bubbles froth around me, as the current swirls beneath the cresting waves.   My heart is pounding hard; I thrust toward the deeper sea. Fluid with the water, I feel the illusion that I am free.   I observe the marine milieu as a voyeur sees a game, then realize I’m in the picture and not outside the frame.   Reservoirs of oxygen sustain me, in my alien adventure.  Unconstrained by the ebb and tide, I descend into the depths.  I surrender now to excitement and waft like a ghost through the night.        Infinite as the universe, the sea has become my space.  Echo’s dark and ominous call me further still.                                                                               

Blurred shapes appear as I flip toward that abode where danger lurks,                      beyond the reef.   A rock shelf covered in coral, comes into view.                                The inhabitants of this underwater atoll, hardly ever see a diver pass like me.   Fear eliminated in my mind.   I embrace the rapture of the sea.    A school of brim cautiously pass and peer at me.   I drift into a vast kelp infested forest.          My spear stretched out with effervescent speed, to catch a Red Snapper in his sunken garden.   It struck its mark, the snapper thrashes and flounders to escape.  I checked my time and turned toward the shore.  I’ll have a bite fit for a King.     I’ll sip a glass of red.   I heard the breakers call, as they caressed the primal land.  Out of the shadows, a sleek grey shape disturbed me.     The shark circled swiftly but passed into the kelp below.    I hung my catch upon my weighted belt; I reset my spear to go. I was ready for the battle, ready for the affray.    Like a bullet he came toward me, his intent not hard to see.   I held my breath and fired, then tossed the land away.  In that terrible moment I drifted into another place

The wall

The wall reached high into the sky, barbed wire atop

Turrets and machine guns men at the ready

To kill freedom and to crush resistance

Countries divided death the only choice

loved ones on the other side of the wall

Oh god the wall and even when it fell we kept the wall

Solid in the heart for we knew the wall existed

No need not to look beyond the wall for it has been seen.

louisa

Dreaming

I drifted beyond the moon and dreamed of other lands

Looking back and looking forward ,without a sense of now

A journey I have travelled with a mystic and a mystery in my head

I danced a dance of time and in my wisdom I am denounced

I was an anxious child of parents unpredictable

I dreamed of flying and running far from death

Yet I died nightly to awaken in the light

Time has been my enemy or has it been my friend ,I cannot say!

Love was ever logical through my circumstance

Unlike this dance of shared connection and romance

Perhaps the face, perhaps an Egyptian fairytale oh! that I will never know

Such a dream of shared love such a mystery , such a disgrace !

louisa

The guiding star

The morning star is the impossible dream

To achieve a hearts desire to find answers to a souls quest

To see love come into the world instead of chaos and war

Humans are ever torn by emotions out of control

Impoverishment ,greed in all aspects envy

Sad redemptive spirits circle the globe to adhere some new belief

All for personal gain magicians of avarice creators of accumulation

Governance for the people becomes a microcosmic web of corruption

Where is the love god send us Kings of determination who rule for the people

God save the King

Louisa

To be grateful and gracious is to be magic

Poetry is the heart the soul crying out and it transcends the mind though the words are cerebral .

The beauty of a face may fade and the mind can dissipate but what stays are the words written and the lingering magic there in.

What puts hate into a heart? Prayer is the medicine and I will pray angels keep you loved.

To this end write and read but above all things love yourself.

Louisa

The words I would have you focus on are these Run to the rescue with Love then reread the the band of souls and realize how lucky you actually are to have devoted fans but mainly devoted brothers and family.. Treat yourself with love and kindness and move on dont get stuck in the past. Move forward with pride in all you are!

A band of souls

Its a new day come, come and hold on its a new day we begin again and rehearsals have begun . Each soul has a color and the mirrors on the sand reflects each heart upon the other set like a maze as a octagon of congruent angles caught in a vision of the self. A most heartened view of kind and good faces moved to protect another mirrored image against the foe of evil intent. Defiance sends loving thoughts without surrender without malice for each has played their part. Heartened as the play ends and the curtain comes down the applause is resounding and surrounding each other kind soul. Now do smile and chat of the happy outcomes and the performance of a well written script and the accolades for each player be talked of in deep conversations and discussions of the karmic plots most noted and amazing kisses and handshakes as farewells are said at the theatre exits. A fine play and the players most brilliant and handsome. Such a depth such a honest play beyond beautiful it touches the feeling and transcends the emotion

louisa

No time baby ,im on borrowed time ,come give me your time, I wants you I sees you ,can I please have you ,its only a little time. I dont want to buy the book only borrow it for a time..lol you excite me just your eyes your look come baby give me some time.

A ripple in a pond is all I am and a speck in space ,we drift through life never seeing our truth that we really dont matter we inflate our worth but there are always people wanting to pull us down and never lift us up. I have learnt so much and all of it is about domination and very little else a sad indication of our real worth in the cosmos. Above all be calm and see the world as beautiful and ignore the noise.

I am the breath and the north wind I have wings and will send my thoughts into the breeze.

Author: flutterbyslouisa.com

I am me and that is all I can be!