Promenade
XLVI.
Narrow promenade
To separate
The lines
Where nature struts
And boasts
Sad and silly claims,
As though
The wispy chains
Express
A seed
Of slightest truth.
But -
No.
There is no doubt,
Just certainty
That this
Is meant to be.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Making metaphor of names
And silence out of sound,
The searching heart exclaims
Where nothing else is found.
When there by the light
Where then by the bell
Another proclaims such truth
As the poet tries to tell.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Nirvana,
Satori,
Paradise,
Heaven,
Bliss, ~
Whatever name it's given,
I find in your embrace.
I see it in your eyes,
The smile upon your face.
It's my undoing,
My delight
Every time it is beheld;
I'm spellbound -
Seventy-times-seven!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Spending it
On might-have-been
Is the surest
Way
To lose what
IS.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Close cloud
Caresses cheek
And seems at once
Distant
And immediate.
I know not what
To make of it,
A clamouring silence
Begging for
Discovery.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
A dream of eerie stillness
Becomes etched upon my brain
And seems to be so real
When the trumpet is silenced
And the marching is stopped
Then war is no more.
It awakened my sleep
With its improbability
And yet it is needed
If Earth will survive
If Life will persist
If reality wins over the lore.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
A new dimension
Now unfolds
Where former words
And thoughts
Dissolve, evolve.
New understanding,
Awareness of reality
Never yet perceived, believed,
Now giving wordless answers ~
Responding to itself
Alone.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
