Not So Green

Corporations claim to be green
bent as they are on profitability

Contrived, the marketing schemes
colour added to mask the perils

No amount of dye can alter
the truth for our world faces

the midnight hour, time
for preservation waning.

(For Reena’s Xploration Challenge: featured image. Also for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: midnight.)

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Blogging Retreat

A retreat centre
somewhere beneath
open air, amongst
boughs of birches
and sturdy oaks.

It will be a feast of minds
each new acquaintance
a delicacy of delight
each interaction
laced with verbal spice

Some will perform
others peddle their wares
cameras clicking
and stories being told

A weekend to fill our hearts
our minds, our souls,
and then we’ll part
still hungry for more

and meet again
the next year,
somewhere else.

(In response to my weekly challenge: envisioning a gathering of blogging friends. Image my own.)

Vacating

Spirit disregards containment
should I appear disconnected –
focus lacking substance –
it is just essence flowing

I am whisper on wind’s lips
veil of clouds on tropical shores
sun’s aureole fleeting

I’ll return soon enough…

(Written for Reena’s Xploration challenge: flow
and inspired by the artwork featured on …Bilocalalia… blog.
My image is displayed here)

Soul Pulls

“What in your life is calling you, when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned…the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest…
what still pulls on your soul? “
– Rumi

I dwell in silence
meetings adjourned
list groceries

Former self faded
sorrowful shadow
definition slipped

I am the wild iris
pushing forward
in darkness, unseen

In contemplation
future doors heavy
snowy the path

If I follow light
I find promise
a verdant valley

I am guided
no destination
only presence

Physical constraints
merely distraction
I am the message

Light, shepherd
dreamer, woman
warrior, goddess

My soul pulls
invites passage
I am ready.

(Written in response to my weekly challenge – opening quotation. After meditating on Rumi’s words the image emerged and later this poem.)

Maladjusted

Immersed in trauma
I excel – bleed compassion

Can cut to the chase
employ know-how

Remain cheerful
whilst inhaling paranoia

Determined to connect
square the issues

But offer me kindness
touch with intent

and I will withdraw
gingerly inept

unaccustomed as I am
to Love’s cosmos.

(Submitted for Eugi Causerie’s weekly prompt: cosmos. Image my own.)