“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.”
― Cornelia Funke
Tonight I have a guest poet on the blog, a friend of mine James Adams. His poems are rather amazing and I may feature them again from time to time
LUCIFERA’S EYES
The die has been cast
The snake eyes searching
Seeking
Drawing Me In
Staring into my depth
Ancient lady of the well
Dwelling In the realm
Of danger and its mysterious reward
Damning the foolish
To the land of the blind
Passionately
I stake my ghost
And take my turn at chance
Climbing her scales
The acrobat of coiling minds sight
The juggler of fate
Balanced upon the back
Of undulating dream
Time is friend
Giving life to experience and birthing my inevitable end
Still she calls and I heed
My wounds are my pride
As I battle with an analog sword
and an Indomitable stride
I chase the phantasmic
Creations of self-made enemies
Designed to attack with a purpose
A challenge
and a cheat
Revolutions
Convolutions
A wave and twist
Her sweet ratio shape
Fibonacci paths
And dark möbius strip
Mother Goddess
Lovely hypnotic sighs
Empress with a domain of
Soft curve of hip
Hot and cold her caresses
Loves gentle despise
Life and death the raison dete
Dealing In the game of knowledge and its deadly price
My sacrifice
Holy altar to make me sanctified In flesh
Wild vistas of Inner minds sight
Continuing I fall
Traversing her land
Far the stars and gate wide
To enter Inside
Now whole
Journey aside
The ending Is my heaven
Completion
The great serpentine prize
To perish with abandon
In those Luciferous green Lovers eyes
– James Adams
“Poetry is a journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly the air.”
–Carl Sandburgh
I was once told by a teacher that I reminded him of Sandburgh’s above definition of poetry and this puzzled me for years. On one level I had long ago given up on feeling that there was a place where I belonged and yes I wanted to be everywhere. Once the feeling of home is gone, there is both liberation and terror and sorrow when I realized that I could never go back to where I came from. It had changed to the extent that the feeling of home was gone and I had changed to where I would no longer fit there even if it had stayed frozen and unchanged. I have never been content to stay in one place and when I cannot travel in a physical sense, I travel through imagination into new challenges and new ideas ever trying to reach if not higher than wider. Gradually I understand how what the teacher said applied and eventually I may master all three or perhaps four considering the fire I’ve traveled through to get this far and the further refinement needed to go farther.
Blessings, G
Click on images to see full-sized:
Splotches by G A Rosenberg
Elemental Faces Hidden in Dark Dreams by G A Rosenberg
To See a Darker Sun by G A Rosenberg 
Wolf Shadows and Blue by G A Rosenberg 
