Poem: The Happy Mat

 

The final piece
of the mandala
j
ust falls into
its place
effortlessly
like
the tender
colored
gift mat

I received
magically
matching
all the
other colors
in the kitchen

– Deelia ©

 

Image: wallpaperswide.com / Author: William Langhorst

Poem: My Shadow

By Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.



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Poem: Orange Curtains

 

Yes, put those
orange curtains
your soul whispered
when I was pondering
if they are too much,
having found
them forgotten in
the closet
now matching
my furniture

when your
physical plane
self
visits
for the first
time you look at
them and tell
me that
orange is your
favorite
color

Aha,
I smile…

 

-Deelia ©

 

Image: Wikimedia Commons

Poem: Rational Magic

 

these fears
are irrational
I re-realize
in an objective
tone of voice;
they don´t relate
to anything
in this new phase

well done past
gone
a long
time ago

I´m happy
to have
use
for the
word
irrational,
a surprising
magic
word
to my shadow

 

– Deelia ©

 

Image from wallpaperswide.com: Neverland Vacation,  Author: Martine Gaillard

Poem: The Wholeness of Star Gazing

 

Breathtakingly
beautiful
night sky
is opening
my little self
to the vastness
of the spirit;
though being tinier
 than an atom
I´m still being 
cared for
 in this
huge cosmic
 fairy tail,
never truly separated
 from it

magic and wonder
retrieved
in a flash

***
under the stars
 assisted
by the wind
white clouds
  are traversing
the sky
boldly, effortlessly
  at such a high velocity
into the same direction
 like they know
where they
are going to

 

-Deelia ©

 

Image:  Pleiades and Stardust from Astronomy Picture of the Day, Credit & Copyright: Tony Hallas.