I hold in my hands
universal seedlings sown
within the beach’s sand
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Tag: poem
Cracked Eggs and Foil Wraps
“Pan, who and what art thou?” he cried huskily.
“I’m youth, I’m joy,” Peter answered at a venture, “I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.”
― J.M. Barrie
Ageless youth
innocent of consequence
yet in full presence
the new age has begun and
the hawk has flown free
he shows the way
for those brave enough
to find their own
not to blindly emulate
in form but in passion
for no two dances are the same
Adore the sun and fly the sky
Burn out the dross and lose all anchors
the morn has come
and the child conquers
— G A Rosenberg
Blessings, G
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Dicey by G A Rosenberg
Winged Foil by G A Rosenberg
The Poet as Thief of Fire
““The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought”
― Arthur Rimbaud
Like Raven I will steal the sun to keep you warm
and to see its reflection in your eyes
as you awaken
On the night we met you had the stars
you fed them to me like grapes
as i became transfigured by your presence
We made elemental love
my fire banked in your earth
your water in my air
and birthed phoenixes in our destruction…
— G A Rosenberg
Blessings, G
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Embracing the All by G A Rosenberg
Vortex Landscape by G A Rosenberg
Sunday Art Explosion
Kaleidoscopic Thoughts
Patterns and Colours elicit memories
that keep returning in small measure
Fractal repeating tropes
that resolve sometimes in local fashion
more often in infinite expression.
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Electric Aztec by G A Rosenberg
Water-Lilly by G A Rosenberg
Black Light Explosion by G A Rosenberg
Yes, There Are Two Paths (Redux)
Solar and Saturnian
The road of Joy
or that of active lessons
only one lies open
so my day in the sun must wait
as I undertake the back road
to Chapel Perilous
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Yes There Are Two Paths… by G A Rosenberg
Quote of the Day – February 25 2013
“If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.”
— David Carradine
Today I shall be lyrical, not hysterical
I shall wax poetic
in the full moon light
and be an ode to those I love
I am recited onstage
at a jam
Performed and rammed
out singing
stinging those who need to be
and sent out to the world
on the interwebs
to touch hearts
and souls
Perhaps I will be a limerick
to be repeated like a cheap trick
they’ll parrot my words
and find them absurd
in hopes of receiving a lic…
NO
my aim will be higher
I’ll fight to inspire
hearts and minds
awaken those
fogged with sleep
make them weep
Let me be the poem
AND the poet
self created
and never ending….
— G A Rosenberg
Blessings, G
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Welcoming by G A Rosenberg
Emerald Grid by G A Rosenberg
Quote of the Day – November 2 2012
“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.”
― Rumi
Can I communicate with colour
Can you understand my reds and greens or does the purple cause hesitation
and puzzle meant on your part
chartreuse pink may say it just right as long as not too much is red into…
My selves dance around in chaotic hue
combining into pictures that lack words
and words to songs not yet written
that I sing into the Karaoke machine
which self will i be
why must i choose now
i will be the voice for them all
knowing that each feeds into the total
not only does the elephant exist
he manifests in me…
well partially anyway
or is that holy
for yes that comes through to
enough that i can recognize the
divinity I see in you
Ewe, not sheepishly i realize
that you are a voice within as well
— G A Rosenberg
Blessings, G
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Awakening Vision by G A Rosenberg
Loki’s Cave by G A Rosenberg
Night time…
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ”
~Vincent Van Gogh
Mother Night folds me to her breast
caresses my being in shades of sleep
The day has drained me
and in her dark being
I will find myself replenished.
Shadows walking through my soul
Shadows caressing me in my bed
whisper lullabies in my ears
and bring me dreaming home
–Gary A Rosenberg
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Clouds at Night by G A Rosenberg
Song to the Wise
Wiccan women calling down the moon
seeking to travel
seeking to learn
Does it speak to the heart?
Does it speak to within
Does it speak to virtue
Does it speak to your sin
and what have you done
for what do you grieve?
You have lived, nothing less
than what you believe
Medicine man singing the sun
seeking to guide
seeking to heal
Does it come from spirit
Does it speak to your soul?
Does it bring us together?
and make the parts whole?
and what have we done
what do we believed
With you love, we have grown
A new life we must weave
–G A Rosenberg
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Expressio3 by G A Rosenberg (2010)
River
River guides my steps
as i walk along its path
its flow echoes the flow of thoughts and feelings
stumbling over rocks of pain and memory
that erode in time
Fed by sunshine and by song
I continue
greeting all who pass my way
how few straight lines I find
and many a road will return me.
–G A Rosenberg
Saskatoon River 2012