Blinddream's Open Salon Blog

When Pan Played Folly

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 16:06:58 -0400

When Pan Played Folly

I heard the flautist in yon woods

weave notes of tranquil pause

and I was taken to a place

where youth became me for a time;

‘twas then I stumbled on a jewel

so radiant I bear could stare

but rather hid behind a tree

then watched as she swam innocent

across a quiet pond

and though I blushed for this was knew;

yes, reached beyond imagination,

I never told a soul

nor did my eyes rest on this nymph again;

no never uttered one sweet word

at my appointed time

but mouth agape I made my leave

and locked that moment in my heart

for it remained as mine.

Blinddream 06/2013

Brain Repetitions

Sat, 8 Jun 2013 06:06:31 -0400

Brain Repetitions

The solution to the equation

lies in the sum of understanding

where the journey ends,

completing the task at hand,

exercising the mind

to a new level of fulfillment,

until the next challenge presents itself.

Blinddream 06/2013

A Knight’s Decision

Fri, 7 Jun 2013 16:06:25 -0400

A Knight’s Decision

He sit his steed with sword and shield

then looks across the plain,

before him rests the scarlet woods

where tales do tell of long lost men

who dared to enter, thus,

then wander endlessly about

until they found their end

by dragon, Cyclops or the curse

of other such lost fools,

who tried to prove the myth away

that she, a witch from yesterday

stirred potions that would take the sense

from righteous knights who did grand deeds,

whose stories were the very seeds

that caused a lad at his young age

to often take the rank of page,

assisting as he learned to be

a fearless, strong, adversary;

so now the choice to move ahead

or run for fear of ending dead,

forgotten over time and place

but his choice is to move ahead

as horse and rider fade

across the green, green meadow

with sun lit on his blade.

Blinddream 06/2013

On One Misty Morn

Wed, 5 Jun 2013 07:06:52 -0400

On One Misty Morn

There stood an outline in the mist of one who beckoned me

and I approached with measured steps at best hesitantly

a wisp of breath broke from the form as I leaned in an ear

but not without the thought of flight for surely I felt fear

The image groaned of old deeds done which weighted him from birth

his curse was that for all his sins he was to walk the earth

to tell his tale to other souls; that indiscretions cost

and if one does not make amends that such a one is lost

Not to the burning hell we thought but far much worse the fate

for at the table of good men, for him there was no plate

he reached a limb out toward myself as I recoiled fast

then told me each was warned three times and this would be my last

He dissipated on the fog that rises with the dawn

then something stirred the left of me and there appeared a fawn

we shared a glance between our eyes as deer came nearer me

and for a single moment I had set my spirit free

Blinddream 06/2013

Poet's Dream

Tue, 4 Jun 2013 17:06:06 -0400

Poet's Dream

I wish a place that I might go to watch the restless sea

I’d sit upon a large gray rock then dream a pleasantry

smell the salt high in the air as waves crashed on the shore

and when the sun felt safe to set I’d watch a wee bit more

I’d wait the moon to light the night reflecting off the waves

then say a prayer for all good men who live or rest in graves

and thank the great invisible for all our world does hold

appreciating summer’s heat as well as winter’s cold

It seems to me we move too fast along the path we tread

without us ever looking up except when we’re in bed

the busy life has its rewards but poets dream away

and I dream often where I’d go to spend a quiet day

Blinddream 06/2013