Dreams of Duress
April 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
The knife of fear is cold and blunt
upon the tractability of my mourning mind.
Why mourn the bright day
when the night is so much deeper?
I cannot help
but think upon the fluorescing song of light
when sunk beneath the watching waves
of dim steels waxing blight.
The mind paves its way through thought.
I overcame a fear today, which made me think of this poem written years ago. For good and ill, the mind is a powerful thing.
Redolence of Joy
April 18, 2012 § 3 Comments
Solid sensation,
liquid evaporation of joy
to vaporous mist.
This bliss is euphoric,
a tantalising aromatic perception.
The sound of birds aligning their notes
in tantric perfection elates me.
Snow melts across my vision
dripping sedentary sentiment over impression,
cornered by tactility and fragrance.
Fallen Angel
April 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
(song lyrics)
Fallen Angels still have wings
And voices for true hearts to sing
When life gets you down
Just smile
You know I’ll be around
Look into my heart
And you will see
I’m there
In times of need
Cos you’re there for me
Take my hand
I’ll lead you to where Angels dance
Believe in yourself
Just take the chance
Believe
Fallen Angel
You are loved for who you are
So when heaven seems so far
When blue skies turn grey
Just smile
You know I’m not far away
Look into my heart
And you will see
I’m there
In times of need
Cos you’re there for me
Take my hand
I’ll lead you to where Angels dance
Believe in yourself
Just take the chance
Believe
Fallen Angel
Song lyrics from ‘The Journey’
A collection of songs by Marie-Claire Colyer
I wrote this one for my beloved husband when he was wading through a difficult time.
Pomegranate Tree
April 7, 2012 § 2 Comments
There was a pomegranate tree in my garden,
small and overlooked.
It was barren but once,
but that once was a blizzard of bees and a shawl of perfume
and after, the orange suns of ripe fruit.
Honey to sweeten, fruit to preserve, beauty to behold.
There was a pomegranate tree in my garden,
barren when it gave nothing.
But once it gave its all.
From ‘Heartbeat – Poetry of Love’
A collection of poetry by Marie-Claire Colyer
