A blank page
flies out the window
the air I breathe
filled with birdsong
and what is to come
caught the page, fold it
and placed it in my pocket
I join the air choir
summer sunset
written on the clouds transfixed
rain
on the forecast
can't wait
for the sound of your voice
as you step onto the front porch
all that is
breathes the same air
I breathe
all in all always
a love song
Godgal - tanka series
and my painting, "L'Etang au Crepuscule" (dusk on the pond)
Thursday, November 22, 2018
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Cradle of Tomorrow
How does the Autumn season move you?
Autumn inspires me much
therefore I pick up my brush
and color bright
life
in celebration
therefore I pick up my brush
and color bright
life
in celebration
unshuttable
all that falls to their death
cradle of tomorrow
all that falls to their death
cradle of tomorrow
Godgal - Senryu
and latest painting, Autumn abstract vision, "Le Berceau de demain" (Cradle of Tomorrow)
Check out my Facebook page, "Au Recueil de Tresor"
and latest painting, Autumn abstract vision, "Le Berceau de demain" (Cradle of Tomorrow)
Check out my Facebook page, "Au Recueil de Tresor"
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Out of the Box
Out of the box
At some point in life, one must choose. The first step is half the journey for it takes a leap of faith. If you look for me inside closed doors, i,e, inside a box, you will not find me though I once was there.
At some point in life, one must choose. The first step is half the journey for it takes a leap of faith. If you look for me inside closed doors, i,e, inside a box, you will not find me though I once was there.
door ajar
a sunbeam lights
an empty chair
The awesome mystery of transformation when light enters the scene; and when night enters, then too, illumination comes through dreams and visions it gives one.
what I could not know
leaving behind the comfort
of shadows
a leap of faith begins the day when one takes a step outside the box, charged with a vision and a strategy to work it through, enlightenment, a compass and a map.
open heart
against the wind
my shadow follows
Godgal
"L'Illumination" "Baie en pleine lune"
PS: This style of writing comes from the Japanese style "haibun".
A haibun begins with prose. This prose could be composed of current events, something observed, or a recount similar to that of writing a diary. A haibun ends or has breaks that are haiku (2 concrete images that juxtapose with each other, suggestion much more without conclusion) or tanka (which can be described as short a love song expressed through images from the natural world based on personal experiences).
Friday, November 9, 2018
Brew of Mystique
My affinity with poetry, which began for me in the year 2006, resulted in the publishing of a book in 2013, titled "In Search of the Divine" Book 1: Awakening. Being connected to a lot of poets worldwide, has led me to appreciate the Oriental approach to writing, specifically the Japanese genre of writing, which I was fortunate to study with expert writer, Michael Dylan Welch (www.graceguts.com), Michael Smeer (https://www.facebook.com/MyHaikuPond). Here to share with you, one of my latest work in a series of tanka, one of the earliest form of Japanese poetry.
brew of mystique
mist afloat right above ground
pearl tears
upon grasses, and moss
have formed, all mixed
with the scent of earth
roaming the placid waters
of a creek
that mirrors the birch trees
there for countless years
sparse now, their leaves
of gold and copper
and the sun appears
with a rare brilliance that dances
upon treetops
and here we lie
you and I at last
mist afire
over our bed of grass
your arms round me so tight
lapping water
and the rhythm of all that jazz
matching our heartbeats
as we lift to another realm
through this brew of mystique
Godgal © 11.07.18
mist afloat right above ground
pearl tears
upon grasses, and moss
have formed, all mixed
with the scent of earth
roaming the placid waters
of a creek
that mirrors the birch trees
there for countless years
sparse now, their leaves
of gold and copper
and the sun appears
with a rare brilliance that dances
upon treetops
and here we lie
you and I at last
mist afire
over our bed of grass
your arms round me so tight
lapping water
and the rhythm of all that jazz
matching our heartbeats
as we lift to another realm
through this brew of mystique
Godgal © 11.07.18
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