Mystic Space of Unknowing

In a mystic space

of unknowing

unlearning all old habits

wisdom of spirit bear

courage and strength

in a place of unravelling

threads of the past

hitched thoughts to cast

out, leaving only present space

for bubbling brook currents of wakened awareness

to calm all ripples of past connection

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Summer Flower Scorching

I loved her like a summer flower,

Delicate petals caressed; sweet scent scintillating

Earthy roots creeping into my soul, etching meaning

In the summer sun, her colours enriched my plain palette

We were One Soul

Then she crept away with her youthful grin

And left my heart, crisped vines in the sun

Frozen In Time

Caught in the ebb and flow

ice-shackles, drip to free tattered fall parade

stone bed warbled by chirping robin

In The Rough

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Stifled crisp

stilled oyster

drifting in the deep silt

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gritty particulate sand

sea-deep darkness

still and cold

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rock-stuck, numb-froze

soft tissue oyster warms

light-point shining bleak shadows

silhouettes dance on the inside of shell

chasing a will to move

an intention to feel

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stirring

sand-pulse

ocean current sweeping dense grains

light awakens stiff silence

wish

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tip toe merry go

girl in sand

pearl in hand

sandbar

pink and orange dancing

footprints under dying sun

tingling rays, neck-ticklers

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fun chuckle, light sand-sweep

tucked to cosy bed

rising sea stung sandbar

damp, chilled bone

silhouettes gone

deep oyster-shell

still again

numb

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memories of being joy-held

wiggle room in shell

flickering recognition

bobby-pin buddy

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Poem Credit – Kenne/Ken Adam

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Golden Number Three

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Sun-Lit Branches

Cupping vines cradle thrusting trunks

Shut-eye owl asleep in a limb

Sun-lit branches refracting; warmed branches

Cool lazy serpent river slinks behind

Roots reaching for the source

Snowbound, the forest dozes.

MOURNING AN ANGEL

Sierra lifted the page of her calendar. November – a picture of desert roses growing in an arid plain. She stroked the picture, and then checked the date. Tonight was exactly one month after Francine’s funeral. Sierra still had a constant throat-ache, she had been virtually voiceless since Francine’s death. Not strep throat the doctor said, not even running a fever. First sleepless nights in Sierra’s life, even after Jacques had spent the night massaging her tense neck. The dreams about Francine were intense: at first they were gentle fragments of childhood play, friendly goodbyes, loving return hellos. They would be playing jumprope with Mary and Posy in the yard; snowball fights in the winter. Always a white light she was, Francine was excarnating from her human body in Sierra’s dreams; evaporating into the cirrus clouds, observing her own body playing with her sisters below from her high perch above. It was horrifying for Sierra when Francine no longer came to play in her dreams, but instead Sierra became a witness. When she woke up in the morning soaked with sweat she hoped it had all been her imagination. Francine was thrown against a wall by an unseen force, bleeding, torn, thrown again and again. Sierra felt ripples of cold crawl up her arms and down her spine, her throat seized up; head pounding. When Francine’s broken body fell it was nothing but veins, strewn out in an anatomical pattern on the floor. She called Jacques who soothed her, insisted she was in trauma, asked her to consider counseling. Recently in Sierra’s dreams, Francine came as an angel blessing Sierra, Posy, and mother. She would raise her hand of light, and drops of light trickled down over the family melting bitterness and grudges.

“Am I going crazy?” Sierra wondered, as she gently awakened and sipped her water. The light dreams persisted. Sierra had been off work for a month now due to her constricted throat.

A few nights later Sierra had trouble sleeping. She read for awhile until she was sleepy. Later, Sierra dreamed about Posy and herself walking along a shiny golden path. Above them were steps to a bright golden castle which felt warm with light. Posy looked at Sierra in the dream and laughed. Posy darted ahead and leapt through the thick, wooden castle door to unknown treasures inside. As Sierra approached the wooden door, she felt a resistance coming from the door. When she reached the door, she rapped on it until her knuckles were sore. The warm golden light dimmed to jet black and Sierra awoke with a start, sweating.

Surprised at how real the dream felt,   Sierra carefully got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water in the kitchen. Finding the remote, Sierra flicked on the TV and watched her favorite sitcom, sipping her water gently.

Short prose – copyrighted

K Adam

Shadow Stripes

Lilies tucked in the Shade…

Darkness descends on the sleeping lilies, midsummer dreams fading into fitful Autumn wakes, shocking frosts alert the arching leaves to the inevitable blankets of winter snow.

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Darkness descends on the sleeping lilies, midsummer dreams fading into fitful Autumn wakes, shocking frosts alert the arching leaves to the inevitable blankets of winter snow.
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Solstice Story

Light into darkness, darkness into light
Stretched suspension presence, valiantly dims the night

Time compressed into fresh tips of Spring grass
Mother Earth fructified in verdant seed

Elastic time clangs bright star-tips
Clarion calls, to the warm soil

Trumpets of river races, rising with bosom joy
Deltas engorged with quenching droplets

Deer, wet toes stopping by water’s edge,
Refreshed

Yellow Wildflowers in Dappled Light

Out of dappled shadows nigh
Yellow wildflowers bright knee-high

In a splash of summer colour delight
Doth the yellow friends ignite a smile on meandering child’s face, dappled in light

During lingering June days, night beaten back to a forgotten haze
Song birds court the feast of the approaching Solstice in melodic ambrosia