10 01 2013





Looking through a pool,
from below, 
a multitude gathered above,


hands out in welcome.

Spiraling onward,
spirited through waves
of effervescent colors,
tinged with dark hues.

A face turns,
as he shies away.
she says,
look my way.
I am here…
for you…
as always…
A tenet.

Lines of thought,
irregular emotions,
light the skies.
A battle cry
of non resistance.
Love lies deeply embedded,
on the shores of this land,
and floats in the forever waters,
where we stand.




6 responses

11 01 2013
Charron's Chatter

I adore the term: “forever waters”. And the subconscious association drawn up of “tenant” (by tenet) is super, too. A real break from the historical and fantastic verse stories, like a free-floating raft in the white water, really. This poem…

11 01 2013

Thanks Karen, I hadn’t drawn that association, but as tenants, we are all part of the tenet. Great observation! Just goes to show the muse knows more than i, and guides the pen. Translations abound, in the calm, forever waters where we(spirit) dwell(s). 🙂

13 01 2013
Charron's Chatter

That’s what cool about perceptions–they are all just a leeetle different. 🙂

13 01 2013


25 01 2013
Russel Ray Photos

Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks!

25 01 2013

Always welcome-thanks for stopping by and reading. 🙂

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