Poem: Chickadee, Chickadee V

 

You can
come to eat,
though I sit here,
my beloved
chickadee,
chickadee

And it comes,
it´s so close
I could touch it.
I sit quietly,
enchanted
and in awe

“We trust
you, our fluffy girl,
our fluffy girl.”

 

– Deelia ©

Images: Deelia ©

Chickadee, Chickadee IV
https://soulfields.wordpress.com/2017/08/15/poem-chickadee-chickadee-iv/

Chickadee, Chickadee III
https://soulfields.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/poem-chickadee-chickadee-iii/

Chickadee, Chickadee II
https://soulfields.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/poem-chickadee-chickadee-ii/

Chickadee, Chickadee
https://soulfields.wordpress.com/2014/12/19/poem-chickadee-chickadee/

Poem (poetic note): Traveling Beyond Time In a Double Dream

 

 

Suddenly
I catapult
to the
space
like
a rocket!
It is
exciting
yet not
scary
to travel
in the
speed
of light.
I feel
the fluttering
of air
on my skin,
the sensation
is huge,
and
then I´m
there,
but
where?

It´s night
yet there
are no
stars,
just
hollowness
in the
neutral,
transparent
airy dark,
a lightly lit
dimension
beyond
time
and space,
it seems.

I close
my eyes to
enjoy a dream,
suddenly feeling
being strongly
pulled
back
again.

On my
way
I quickly
pass
a time
where I
hear
an American
male
talking on
the radio.
It is that
old fashioned
sound
of the 40´s,

and soon
I´m back
on the ground
again.

Somebody
tries
to wake me
up
gently
waving
my ankles.
Not yet,
I say,
I want to
see
how
this dream
ends.

I wake up
and briefly
visit
a parallel
life,
I guess,
then find
myself
in my
present
bedroom
set.
I see
my suitcase
there on
the bed,
and a few
intriguing
things
concerning
a trip
that is
next.

I wake up
in the
ordinary
world,
feeling
impressed,
refreshed
and
renewed
like an early
bird.

Maybe what
I felt was
a dimensional
shift,
another gate
towards
sustainable
lightness.

– Deelia ©

Image: Supernova Flower by Deelia ©

Poem: Chickadee, Chickadee IV

 

– Is there any
food on
the table,
our girl,
our girl?

My chickadee
couple,
my chickadee
couple,
yes, there
is, your´re
so welcome.

– We are
delighted
and so
cute.

– Loving
fun
is what
we prefer.

And love, it
is a magical
field,

our lucky girl,
our lucky girl.

 

– Deelia ©

 

 

Chickadee, Chickadee III
https://soulfields.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/poem-chickadee-chickadee-iii/

Chickadee, Chickadee II
https://soulfields.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/poem-chickadee-chickadee-ii/

Chickadee, Chickadee
https://soulfields.wordpress.com/2014/12/19/poem-chickadee-chickadee/

 

Image: Deelia ©

Poem: Butterfly Paradise

 

two white

butterflies

dance together

across the

landscape,

their mutual

joy

and lightness

reflect

the inner

 

the chrysalis

phase

is gone,

did

I ever

think

otherwise

 

playfully

they

swirl

together

like

there

never

was

anything

dense.

 

– Deelia ©

 

 

Images

Two White Butterflies by Vincent van Gogh /wikiart.org

Cryptic Wood White Butterflies by Butterfly Conservation

Poem: A Radio Full of Stars

 

My radio
is in sync
with me;
it often
gives
me
good
chuckles
in form
of synchronicity.
Like it
repeats my
thoughts
in exact timing,
or plays
a song
as a confirmation
to my mind
reminding
me that
magic
is always
up-to-date.
Nothing
is really
mundane.

We are
connected
to the
loving field,
its
all encompassing
Magic
catches
us all.

**

One night
I was looking
for the stars
on the Internet;
immediately
when I
opened the
first
image
the radio
began to play
A Sky Full of
Stars
by
Coldplay.

There
was even
more to it,
as I had
been asking
for the next
heart song
to add to
my dance
floor.

I now play it to
you
because of
my joyful
gratitude.

– Deelia ©

A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay

 

Image: wallpaperswide.com

Poem: Heavenly Reminders

 

That what
tickles
your fancy
might
give
clues of
those
special
signs
we chose
before the
Enter
to
remember.

A special
energy,
a piece
of jewellery,
a body part,
a scent so
enchanting,
a color,
a scenery,
a gesture
that touches
you deeper
than the
five of
senses,
a sudden
craziness,
a charming
gaze you
already
know,
a fascinating
flaw
that turns
you on,
a déjà vu
of a pre film
coming true.
Or finally
a sense
of new,
pre destined
to be.

 

– Deelia ©

 

Image: wallpaperswide.com

Poem: Angel´s Wink

Feeling drawn to reblog this earlier poem of mine.

SOUL FIELDS

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Sometimes we don´t find
what we are looking for
and intuition guides us
to another route
for something even
better to be found.

Sometimes when we
are late, there
is a blessing in disguise
and we meet someone
special on the way.

Or everything seemed to
go topsy-turvy,
and later we found out
that it was all in synch
after all.

Or did you believe,
that nothing happened
when nothing happened?
Or were your feeling grumpy
and because of that
thought you´ve lost it all?

Did you sense
your angel wink,
when you allowed the
magic and smiled
at the show:
did you believe
you could be
out of this
unconditional flow?

– Deelia ©

Image: suphakit73 /freedigitalphotos.net

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