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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Age of Erosion


Age of Erosion


Mountain breezes
Whisper ancient names
Into my ear
Of eras long gone by.
Kingdoms past away
Like shifting sand
Once proud mountains
Warn by wind
And rainy ice.
Kingdoms crumbled
In breezes
Under mountain heights
Forgotten names of
Forgotten realms,
High mountain pass
Leading into the Wind
Bringing ice to
Devour the mountain.
End in shambles
 And brambles
Ocean sand, slipped away.


From One Year in the Mountains
Copyright 2010 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Guest writer Contributes a Poem: Altar


Altar
               Her trinkets and personal possessions scattered the
tattered chest
                Treasures brought back from her spiritual quest…
                Young Buddha heard the late night drums and the Ying Yang symbol draped her neck as she
wandered amidst songs to Hare Krishna
                Hippy Highway heard the gentle jingles from angels ‘round her ankle and the soothing
incense smells cradled her to sleep.
                And here I am enthralled by the story of her scattered altar
                This sister who I may have passed late at night looking for a warm fire and sweet sounds
of a lilting mandolin
                Who knew my heart was still floating freely in the magical bitter roots and an occasional, “We love you!” chorus
                As I vowed to nestle collected wares from my own spiritual adventure
                So sacred and divine as this carefully traded scarf that once adorned my dreaded hair whispers those memories
                Of the peace I longed for chanted in those rhythmic drums
                And soothing yoga over-looking the expansive valley
                As I delicately place the lotus and energetic rocks upon my tapestry of moons
and stars
                a top my own tattered chest that contently becomes the altar I bow to.
                                                                                                                                                                 

Copyright Heather Corbet 2006

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

On the Edge


I walk on the edge
of humanity
Masking my insanity
as normalcy.
Not giving in to
the whispering fears
Of voices in my head
            calling out "Don’t Fall."
I respond with a smile
and hold tighter to that edge.

I walk on the edge
of icy cliffs
Clinging with pickax
            as to life itself.
Not giving in to
the whispering fears
Of voices in my head
calling out "Don’t Fall."
I respond with a smile
and hold tighter to that edge.

I walk on the edge
of space
Sucking air in a helmet
            as the world spins below.
Not giving in to
the whispering fears
Of voices in my head
            calling out "Don’t Fall."
I respond with a smile
and hold tighter to that edge.

I walk on the edge
of words
Expressing without clarity
as I discover my rhythm.
Not giving in to
the whispering fears
Of voices in my head
calling out "Don’t Fall."
I respond with a smile
and release myself over the edge.


Poem is from "One Year in the Mountains"
Copyright David Corbet

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Poetry

It has been some time since I posted here. Life kind of moves fast when you are not paying attention. So it is. But a fast life is not an empty life. I have been painting and writing. Every month on the first Friday I show my art work at Station Square in Old Town Pocatello.

I have also published a short collection of poems. It is currently available through Amazon Kindle. It is called One Year in the Mountains. I am working on a novel as well. It will be available in mid August.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Creating the Tempist of Change

One Word for Freedom
and the self-same Word
for bondage.
The Apple plucked
in free will
deposited in predestination
Bound together for
life; cycling, orbiting
the depths of
The Soul and Mind.
Illusions of the imagination
as words stripped of meaning
Parade as politicians and
religious leaders cry
Peace and compassion
But only confound confusion
with delusion hoping to
set the Spirit free.
This age has no Spirit
but the one chained
by technocratic multiplicity.
Simply speak the Name
of eternal salvation
and bring an end to Time.
This day is not yet done
and yet the sun already
rises on the morrow.