Poet She Wrote: SEARCHING DISCOVERING - November 2011 (by Rhonda Fisher)

SEARCHING

The frost of this evening 
arranges lacy ice crystals 
against the window in my room.

The moonlight casts soft shadows
as I, half-asleep, drift off to 
music playing on my stereo.

I see my escape as my body
becomes smaller and smaller,
and my soul slowly drifts aloft.

I'm a midnight traveler 
moving somewhere across dreams, 
or is it space & time?

Reaching for an answer that 
rests beyond the horizon, yet 
is much closer than vision allows.

DISCOVERING

I spot you in an inviting
glade surrounded by a
forest of church spires.

I find your golden body
glowing in rays of sunlight,
lips softly parted.

You lie in sweet smelling thyme, 
stretching long limbs, flexing 
sleek muscles.

Nature becomes you in sleep
as a soft breeze sweeps
through your bronze hair.

You stir ever so slightly as
my soul slowly nestles into
your arms.

ETERNAL SLEEP WE LIE

SEARCHING

The frost of this evening
arranges lace brocade
ice crystals in my window.

The moonlight dances
a ballet of shadows
across my bedroom walls.

My cold, naked body becomes
smaller and smaller as my
soul drifts slowly aloft.

I'm a midnight traveler, sneaking
out on some celestial trip across
space and time.

Reaching for an answer that rests
beyond the horizon, farther than
vision allows.

DISCOVERY

I look for you in the hills, spot
an inviting glade surrounded by
trees bathed in gold.

I find your golden body
in bright rays of sunlight,
pink lips softly parted.

You lie in a sea of green,
stretching long limbs
and flexing sleek muscles.

Nature becomes you in sleep,
as a soft breeze sweeps
through your bronze hair.

You stir ever so slightly
as my soul settles slowly down
to nestle in your arms.

Poet She Wrote: It's Been Fun

Poet She Wrote: It's Been Fun

Soul Searching By Rhonda Fisher (Poetshewrote)

See me dear friend..
a wounded, sanguine soul
who's traveled far to find
new life and love again.

Hear me, dear friend...
tell dusty road stories of
betrayed trust, broken
promises, and lonely nights.

Hold me, dear friend...
with strong, safe arms
until the screaming stops
and hidden tears flow.

Tell me, dear friend...
What will mend my broken heart?
When will God answer my prayers?
Will I find true love this time?

Water Dance by Rhonda Fisher (Poetshewrote)

Coursing water,
sand spiraling
circling rocks

caught up in
whirlpool, swift
clockwise spin

surging in,
out of control
stirs us deeper

into warm
slipperry
water dance.

Child's Play by Rhonda Fisher (Poetshewrote)

Inside is
a forgotten child
yearning to laugh and play.

Come play with me...

We'll dance barefoot to Chopin
scamper through salty waves,
howl at late Summer moons,
roast marshmallows over open fires

Play pajama party games of
hide and seek under the covers,
toss pillows 'til the feathers fly.

Lonely one, come play with me...

IT'S BEEN FUN by Rhonda Fisher

Grasshopper...

come hop on over here.
I like your green legs
and ever so soft body.

Jump on my finger,
tickle my fancy,
keep me company
for a little while.

We'll eat a few leaves,
have a spitting contest
'till the cows come home.

Oh, Grasshopper...

it's been fun, but
you'll eat Mommy's
flowers, so bye bye


SQUISH

It's Been Fun

Grasshopper...

come hop on over here.
I like your green legs
and ever so soft body.

Jump on my finger,
tickle my fancy,
keep me company
for a little while.

We'll eat a few leaves,
have a spitting contest
'til the cows come home.

Oh, Grasshopper...

it's been fun, but
you'll eat Mommy's
flowers, so bye bye.

S Q U I S H

Soul Searching

See me, dear friend...
a wounded, sanguine soul
who's traveled far to find
new life and love again.

Hear me, dear friend...
tell dusty road stories of
betrayed trust, broken
promises, and lonely nights.

Hold me, dear friend...
with safe, strong arms
until the screaming stops
and hidden tears flow.

Tell me, dear friend...
What will mend my
broken heart? When will
God answer my prayers?

S = P by Rhonda Fisher

Nihilism

Anthropos, the archeao of history, derived from cosmic mind of logos and light,
willed separation into darkness. Subject torn from Predicate forgot his eidos,
becoming estranged from pure act. Man's will to remain faithful to Earth powered
his intention in to the tautological present.

Redemption

Only through experiencing the darkness of nothingness, being aware of being able not to be, can man's soul be redeemed into the light of God. Awareness of ones's potential absence
opens up the possibility of standing in the truth of transcendental presence.

UNITY OF SUBJECT AND OBJECT by Rhonda Fisher

Nihilism...

Adam, archeo of history, 
created, not born of pure Thought and Light, 
wilfully separated humankind from God.

Subject torn from Predicate
forgot his essence,
becoming estranged from Pure Act.

Adam's screams, choked by the
absence of infinite potentiality,
drifted back to Earth burning into Nothingness.

God's rebuke,"...cursed are you above 
all cattle..." powers man's intention 
into the distant Present.

Redemption...

Only through experiencing the true nature of darkness, Being aware of 
being able not to Be, can man's soul be
expiated into the light of God.

Awareness of one's own timeless absence opens up the possibility of standing in the truth of transcendantal prescence. 

Vertigo by Rhonda Fisher

Argh, cough, spit, fall down /

woozy vertigo, sit down /

walk, sit, walk, lie down