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Tilly Aug 2013
Briefly, I glimpsed a lone tiger today.
Felt  her presence at distance, as she
   smoothed bristled fur... with
rough tongue!
Today is GCSE results day here in the UK...
I'm the very proud mum of an A grade student -
.... x♥x ....
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/batgirl-youve-got-24hours-to-save-it/

... & just taking a look back into the dust of our journey

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/single-mamma-swag/

A huge thank you from me, to all those who have read (& supported)
my loosened licks ;)
Tilly Aug 2013
Metanoia begs the muse   believe...              
"Accept the current, do not fight the flow."      

True, and known,
these aching limbs must
rest within the deepest ebb
- as the ocean swells
with each new
moon.

Drifting far
when floating; Sinking
deeply into crystal nothingness
- unless held by a sturdy rock,
tethered taut.
                
Promises sung, in rounds, stay...
Swirled upon a blushed summers breeze; Heard,
liberated, in flight's of birdsong
across sunset skies.
  
       Connected distant energies may still   
but for always, will burn brightly in each
& every shining light seen by
her sextant soul

[eyes]
on the
   Voyage  
      ahead.    

"Surrender the past  & tomorrow  comes... 
un-blinkered,
never unbound."
  
~ ♥ ~
From me to all that is now, known, & yet to Be...

Metanoia (n);
the journey of changing ones mind, heart, self, or way of life
Tilly Jul 2013
living life* without a single metaphor, is **like...
Has someone said this before...
Oh well!
:)
Tilly Jun 2013
We, stayed up late;
Saw his shadow cast away
a distance. Sung his song.

We, rise alone:
Clutching the fruits of
imaginings. Sated of hunger.

We hear birdsong
& bees, pollinating the blossom,
in everlasting harmony.

We watch steam
form clouds around us,
alighting over our morning cups.

We stir, refreshed, tasting nectar anew.
Qui?
Qui!
Qui...
Oh... qui

stayed up late,
watched the moon
... an apple & Americano for breakfast,  
whilst baking a cake :)
Tilly Jun 2013

. even' .
closer    let me
   feel you,      whole,
  as      our darkness
brims full     again
with pearlised
. light .
         

Super Moon June 23rd
Conversely the tiniest thing I've ever written, so, a big noise to go with the Silence fits too
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOm2fLucQ9g


Enjoy...
as healing energies abound,
our change is constant
Tilly Jun 2013

papered white,
there is one wall in
  his room of spines for
 a  muse. His beautiful
   abstraction ~ carved
  &   polished    ~
       hung as his     
hourglass;
Inverting
light & time
with a resonance  
of understanding as
beads of fiction fall*


    *Colouring other walls vibrant          
                           these spines shine      
                                   with jewels        
                             imbibing     
                           his souls'             
         faceted    
         light              
with       
            hope
                  

        *      *   free    *         *            
                 her
        *        *         
*          
You decide, an Hourglass or  a Keyhole?

When gifted with an empty 'box' to fill recently,
the poetess' curiosity found Hope remains... Inside :)


... an extract taken from Hesiod ~ Works and Days
&
a lyric from Adele ~ Rolling in Deep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw

"Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not fly away.
Before [she could], Pandora replaced the lid of the jar."  

"Turn my sorrows into treasured gold....
you'll pay me back in kind,
and reap just what you sow"
Tilly Jun 2013
"Weary traveller...                                                     ­      
                              Journeying, is not a destination.
                                   
Come* ~ seek solace now~ & rest; Within,                   
                                                                ­                                                       a dappled canopy of forest light"
.
of moving on...
& perhaps, finally, being able to see
the wood for the trees

:)
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