Sequences
IV.
My soul has crest
Upon the shores
Of life and love,
And there, expressed
Its deepest self,
Suckling
At the breast
Of Mother Earth -
And then returned to sea
To quest
Once more
For being
In rythmic pulse,
Eternally.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
We possess life
As riverbed
Possesses river.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Perhaps he masters best
Who seeks the least
To master.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
If I am Cinderella,
Banish all the clocks.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
As flow is fed,
So it distributes
Life ahead.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Does a rose
Feel these sensations
As it unfolds,
Peeling off the petals
One by one,
Letting them
Curl
Soften
Age
And fade
And finally fall away?
Does it feel like minutes
Or eternities?
Does Time escape
And rape
Away its life?
Or
Is it given gracefully –
In love?
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Crest my soul
Upon pinnacles
Of love and trust.
It is safe
To give and take
And to be filled,
To lap the shore
Then trickle back
To sea once more,
The vital nourishment
Dissolved within
The droplets
Of thyself.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
To grow
I just let go
And know
I live.
To live
I must fall freely
In uncertainty
Without restraint
And trust the landing
To be soft -
But moving.
Certainty
Would bruise me,
Use me up.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
From life's
Messy mixture
Poetry rises
To the top
Or settles
To the bottom
In its time.
With its highest aspiration,
Its lowest tribulation
Expressing into words.
In bits of rhyme.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay