The Guest House

Originally posted on TheEnlightenedMind622:
“This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest…

Trading Swords

Originally posted on Reowr:
We fought with daffodil swordsThat never stayed straightWith tips always drooped in defeat,But it never mattered when daffodils scatteredAnd littered the grass at our feet. All our hope we would place in a big red balloonAs we set it to sail for the sun,But though it deflated, our hope was inflatedBy…

night’s alchemy

Originally posted on yaskhan:
Fireflies lambent In twilight’s emerald hue… Night lays bare its scent. Fireplace burns hushed time As crackle of flames glitter On evening’s chemise… Satiny stars flicker Splattering across ebony Breathing jeweled dew… Night’s alchemy lures Syncopated rhapsody In moonlit octave… Sleep shadows the eyes Like keeper of the night Stars rhythm…

Land of the Sleeping Things

Originally posted on repsychl:
I wade through mercury waters A land speckled crimson Peppered bloody, hematic and sore Swollen, cancerous rocks, bloated, bulging  and inflamed Under a sickly sky, the trees gaunt and rawboned, they reach, beseech, leeching for a way out of their roots Marks like swords – what has been here before? It…