Neptunites

Her/His Neptune
So many light years away
Kept defying gravity
Of Space and of Consequence

His/Her Neptune
So fierce, so determined
Would have its say
Neptune is like that

*sigh*

And She/He were absolutely Neptunites
Head to toe
And They spun silently in space

The End.

NASA Hubble Space Telescope images

Sanctuary

Reach out for me

Take my hands and let them be

Sanctuaries for what you hold in your depths

Lean upon my shoulders
Let them be your cup

A sanctuary to carry your tears

When loneliness comes

Dark and Deep

Remember I light a candle every night for you

Unchecked Emotions

Emotions rabid

Frothing and foaming at their mouths

Cannibalistic feasting on their host

Neoplasmic feeders

Swallowing whole

Every morsel and droplet

Till there is no place left

For peace, for quiet

For deep love

Her Selkie Keeper

Fire

Today I lift up and give thanks for the element Fire

Of Fire of sun and of Gaia`s core

Silently and Steadily

Bringing forth the change of Season

Of Fire of cellular burning brightly

Silently and Steadily

Birthing, dying, and regenerating

Renewing life daily in this body of mine

And in the bodies of my loved ones

Of Fire that burns in Touch and Hugs and Kisses

Silently and Steadily

Unifying me with the vulnerability of my humanness

Connection

Of Fire that radiates within my imagination

Silently and Steadily

Igniting `passion and activity`

Creation

Of Fire in the furnace and oven

Silently and Steadily

Enveloping me in a cocoon

A safe place

A place to `be broken and to heal`

A place to `break bread and share stories`

A place to `learn and grow,`

A place to `forgive and love`

To Just Be

Thank you.

Memories Held

I.
The ocean holds the memories of my mother
Marguerite Alexandra MacDonald of Victoria by the Sea

II.
The salt of her tears
of joy
of sadness
of elation
of disappointment...they bathe my feet as I walk along her edges
They christen my mortality, as I dive deep into her recesses

I am more because of her

III.
The jutting red cliffs embody the memories of my father
Richard Lea Howatt of Tryon Point

IV.
The iron of his will
of simplistic
of chaotic
of steady
of evasive
They colour my cells, and fill the edges of my bones with battle-scarred marrow

I am more because of him

Richard's Road

Walking down

Richard's road

A salty breeze

Welcomes him home

The lost returns

A child again

Bare foot and open heart

Pretty road side flowers

Your tiny heads bent in evening prayers

Kindly remember his name

As your fragrant blessings fill the air

Settings sun's

Rosy glow

Pours down through

Weathered trees

Rose coloured light

Filters through

Warming hearts and memories

Pretty road side flowers

Your tiny heads bent in evening prayers

Kindly remember his name

As your fragrant blessings fill the air