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 Tuesday, May 11th 2004
Things Undone
Endless stones on a grassy hill
Watching the flowers nod and sway
In spite of the sun I felt a chill
As I counted each rose and daffodil
Their brightness filled the silent day More >
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 Monday, May 10th 2004
A Splendid Congregation
(photo by my daughter Krystal)
A splendid congregation of cats
All whiskers and snowy spats
Did canter about the dark
Around tree and misty park More >
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 Friday, May 7th 2004
Let Slumbers Lie
I found you in my dark wanderings
All brash and thrash and bold swag More >
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 Monday, May 3rd 2004
One of my earliest poems... written for some friends of mine on the tartans.com board.
Brave Knights of Lore
Are these brave knights of ancient lore,
Going where none have gone before?
To slay the dragon of awsome might,
Showing their courage in deadly fight? More >
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 Sunday, May 2nd 2004
Sweetheart’s Song
The heart in counting silence
Rests with the gentle hands of hope
Will it lay in silence and waning light?
Let it lay with you, my strong one More >
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 Saturday, May 1st 2004
Just Because
When life’s weariness overcomes me
You are a gentle warmth
That softens the edges of my day More >
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Friday, April 30th 2004
I gazed into a rose that bloomed along the gate. More >
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 Tuesday, April 27th 2004
The Loch and the Lad
The dark water roiled beneath the moon's shining,
shivering cold the liquid did bubble.
Slithering back and sensuous fin,
what kind of creature lived therein?
Moaning a sigh of sorrow and trouble,
she anguished with love's lost pining. More >
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 Saturday, April 24th 2004
Can You Blame Me?
Oh dear Lord… More >
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 Thursday, April 22nd 2004
Lost in the Sand
Where is time in this frozen moment?
In what sphere is it swinging in rhythm?
See the undulating grinding of innumerable pebbles
As the ocean’s castles desolve to tiny grains along the beach.
Then above, the kestrel is suspended and time stops.
Clouds move past, wind swirls and the mist crashes the shore
And time once more moves along the path.
The light ascends and withdraws in recurring frames
Then it falters and flickers to hold still.
Lovers vagabond by rock and limpet.
Becoming a timeless phantom of countless lovers,
Walking nameless shores in pointless directions.
The sun shines at the fleeting memory
And then becomes lost in the sand.
© March 19,2002 Marissa A Spencer More >
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 Tuesday, April 20th 2004
Rose Midst Seaweed Tide
A rose midst seaweed tide
Beckoned the tears of lost hellos,
Dripped the cries of ocean farewells,
As it rolled with the fanning water.
It lay forlorn and heavy with lost meanings.
Lost...
Lost…
The graying sky
and cooling wind
fluttered the bruised petals.
Shocking in its brilliance
against the drying kelp,
it broke through the soft wanderings
of a walkerby.
Pondering and suddenly sad,
they looked up at the endless water,
Seeking the horizon for something lost.
There in the shifting glowing light
Birds soared in and out of dark scarves of gray,
Entreating the fingers of mist,
Pulling the heart into the sky.
Feeling not the frozen seeping water,
Transfixed eyes worship the rising Phoenix.
Burning the image forever
Never lost
The roses in their constant turnings
Were caught in the surf
Rolling once again to decorate
The green foaming tide
Almost gaily they twisted in the water
“Farewell, farewell”.
July 11 2001
© December 17,2001 Marissa A Spencer More >
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 Tuesday, April 20th 2004
The Mists of Avalon
In the mists of lost Avalon
By the lonely forgotten waters
Memories have e’er slipped
From a past too oft forgotten
Hidden from death battle roar
Fly safely to harbor mist
Slide into black waters flow
Raised hand and wooden oar
Magic runes and incantation
Leads the fading hero’s heart
Left hiding in darkness' gloom
An enchanted island’s resurrection
In the mists of green Avalon
Excalibur rises not again
Now lost is the Isle so fair
Forever from our sight is gone
Seek you penance to nobler kings?
He will elude your desperate gaze.
For he dwells inside your soul
And needs only love to give him wings
Marissa A Spencer
© March 20, 2003 More >
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 Friday, April 16th 2004
Eye's UnHoly Altar
What memories have you disturbed from their slumber,
My gentle, wild courtier?
Will you in rescue find the hiding places that elude you?
The fleeting glimpses of touches, breaths and sighs,
Turning into heat rushed faces and pounding hearts.
Distractions of the empty ordinary days,
To startle the spirit into knowing so much more
I am blind before to its sirens entreaty.
In the quiet imaginings entwined arms are filled with you and my breathing
Whisperings haunting the ticking clocks silence.
The world contracts the eternal rushes into hushed prisms
The light turns, spins, retreats into thousands of glittering facets
And there, in my eye's holy altar you smile and beguile,
In trembling impatience I turn away, afraid.
Contained and solitary is my hurried life,
My spirit in its secret place awaits a light that fills the darkness.
Hoarded ancient keys have unlocked unwilling doorways
And entered, bringing my barren soul awakenings.
Once within the sirocco cyclones across acrid lies
Drying deception's folly to hot dust
Arid whispers in rough yearnings scrape the crumbling wall
Stone tumbling in desiccated pebbles
Until you in drenching waters rush across the wasteland
Filling lost edges, corners and depths
Bringing lush beginnings with succulent fruits
Soaking beneath and above and inside and around.
Dripping until all is saturated, joined, filled.
©January 7,2002 Marissa A Spencer More >
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 Friday, April 9th 2004
More Than I Remember
By Marissa A Spencer
There before me was the Crystal City
All flashes, turns and shimmering flame
I joined the robed celebrants along the path
Communing with the fires of heaven’s wisdom
A tangible peace walked beside me
Taking my hand into the wellspring of love
A sweet sound rose from the sparkling air
Sacred choral chimes turning into light
I came upon a garden of prisms and fountains
Crystal floral harmonies tinkled softly
Watching the light play upon the water
I sat. Within me a growing sense of belonging
Was this my home, long since forgotten?
The spiraling towers rose above me.
I could not recall, yet part of me feels
That I know more than I remember
© April 9, 2004 By Marissa A Spencer More >
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 Friday, April 2nd 2004
Dragon’s Sleep
A great green dragon dwelt alone,
Curled and coiled in a cave so deep.
Sulfur billows oozed past trees,
A slithering banner of dragon-sleep.
To other lands he has oft flown,
O’er countless skies and endless seas.
A wing-ed prince none dare fight,
Challenged not in gliding flight
Tremors roll from the mountain’s core,
Golden eye un-shuttered glows.
Flicking tail and stretching wing,
Awareness of some danger grows.
Flames chase out a searing roar,
Embers crackle, hiss and sing.
Prince of the air goes to flee
Soaring o’er the cobalt sea.
Down below sinks his fair isle,
Treasure’s cave beneath the sea.
Screaming a loss of princely home,
Where now will the dragon be?
A wanderer faces another trial,
Upon world, he now must roam.
Great green wings embrace the sky,
Only heard is his receding cry.
© May 25, 2003 Marissa A Spencer More >
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 Thursday, April 1st 2004
The Signs
In the beginning
When all was darkness
Sacred ones sought the golden orb
Searching the heavens
They gathered the signs
And found the heaven’s fires
Now the seas boiled
The clouds arose
And the order of life was made
The greens were born
The blues reflected
And sweetness filled the air
The all-sacred breath
The give and take
Bound all life together
In humanity’s note book
Man and woman pair
A journey set in time and space
Now all colors abound
Spirit is manifest
The mountains rise to meet God
And man climbs the mountain.
© August 30, 2003 Marissa A Spencer More >
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 Tuesday, March 30th 2004
Until that Day
Memories of spring’s sweet scents
Mature into summer’s heady heat
In autumn’s rest of turning leaves
Too soon arrives the lonely frost of winter.
I remember those eyes of yours
Did you know I’d remember that?
I miss you more each season’s passing.
Your whisperings follow my steps
Some day perchance, in future memory
There shall be a reunion of friends
Where all will be warm soft winds
That touches the soft green hills
Until that day there is the promise
When faith is the strength that binds
And hope is the singing in the distance
Where the Bluebirds fly free
© September 30, 2003 Marissa A Spencer More >
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 Monday, March 29th 2004
Neptune’s Realm
Would I to Neptune’s realm be drown’d
If you were lost upon the seas
As royal lovers we be crown’d
Castaways from earth’s glories
For ne’er loved another as we two.
Spare me not if breath not shared
Without you, what would I do?
Borne as two, we now are paired.
There is no use to life else wise
As loves beheld within our eyes.
Where withal did the sun diminish
Outshined by brilliant vision?
Will what begun someday finish,
A soul journey’s eternal mission?
Resting amongst the seaweed waves
Frozen in death’s quiet dance
Hearts and minds are fellow slaves
Joined in common wounding lance.
Will you walk the sodden deep,
Beside my soul forever keep?
© March 25, 2003 Marissa A Spencer More >
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Sunday, March 28th 2004
Winds
The soft waving grasses parted
They could sense every crushing step
A journey that now has started
To come into knowledge adept
Winds of change breeze through the mind
Seeking more hands along the way
Not knowing what or when to find
Unknown tomorrows or lost yesterday
Minds can connect and heal the earth
Yet the storms rush in torrent destruction
Setting souls to doubt their endless worth
Ignoring the universe and her instruction
The field is ripe and waits upon the moon
Nodding the heads of grain and men
Hist! The time traveler cometh soon
And we will know who we are again
© March 28, 2004 Marissa A Spencer More >
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Friday, March 19th 2004
I Could See Your Eyes
Entrapped in our own egos
Our dreams swirl inside our needs
Our fears, our hopes.
Where is sanctuary in that secret chaos?
Perhaps we have met in the Orpheus plane,
Traversing hidden, dark, odious waters.
Have you sung me sweet songs to ease my brow?
Where are the nodding blossoms of life?
Murmur softly so the time quickly passes.
Where did that gentle caress touch you?
Your slumbers are so deep you feel nothing.
I know you were near, I could see your eyes.
Marissa A Spencer
© March 19, 2004 More >
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Friday, March 12th 2004
Return to the Sun
Waiting for the warm sun upon my eyelids.
That peaceful immobility of timeless moments
Has it been that long since it was basking time?
If you were here, I would see only summer.
If only…such lost, lonely, pitiful words.
Return to the sun, return to the fiery stars.
Where is the promised valley of green rivers?
It is so cold here, so cold, so impersonal.
Are you out there, waiting for our reunion?
Mind the calderas. Guard the steaming waters.
Wait for me.
I shall not be too long.
When compared with eternity.
Marissa A Spencer
© February 15, 2004 More >
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 Tuesday, March 9th 2004
Faeries of the Cosmic Mist
By Marissa A Spencer
The dark night of whirling dreams,
Spheres of wonder come into sight.
Rise in the solemn silence, bare of any schemes,
Twirling globes of grace and light.
Between life and emptiness,
Wings of beings gaily whirl.
Faeries of the cosmic mist: beauteous and ageless,
Dance with sparkling wings unfurl.
Play tag with floating orbs of gold
Now take the quasars for a ride.
Traveling in the endless space, watching life unfold.
The comets tail a childhood slide.
When light shines into your eyes,
Once again you rest on earth.
Slumbers children nestle, amid quiet sighs.
You have witnessed spirit’s birth.
© September 10, 2003 More >
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 Monday, March 8th 2004
If I Could Find You
It comes in hushed, whispered breaths.
See the turnings of the spirit flounder,
and twist and beseech the unseen.
Is it the lives or the deaths,
that makes the sanity founder?
You discover you stand between.
No world in purity is solely yours.
Glimpses of other whens and wheres
take you to other tomorrows.
As you pass by endless glass doors,
and gaze up at ever spiraling stairs.
In the light you cast down your sorrows.
There is a yesterday to visit today.
A familiar face is seen in every door.
How did you get from then to when?
That whispering again, what does it say?
Now that whisper becomes a roar.
We are together briefly once again.
Sweet partings and joinings in flashes,
Memories are lost in the fading light.
Where are you in this time I live?
The focus, the dream now crashes,
no more sparks are left to ignite.
If I could find you…
how much would I give?
Marissa A. Spencer
© September 26, 2002 More >
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Saturday, February 28th 2004
The Waiting Play
The silent darkness hides a silver light
Supplicant steps to evening prayer
Voices rise and fall in soft cadence step
Figures glide down the path at night
Arise oh moon to light the gentle way
For candles flicker in the erratic breeze
Bring no doubt to the sacred stones
To disempower the waiting play
Universe brings forth thy power
Each creature of the world is one
Nurtured in the earth, wind and fire
To incubate in Phoenix’ bower.
Marissa A Spencer
© June 5, 2003 More >
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 Saturday, February 28th 2004
On the Sands Of Zanzibar
On the sands of Zanzibar
Grab a camel, leave the car
Sail on the winds of monsoon time
Eat coconut with the clove and lime
On the sands of Zanzibar
The Genie in the Sultan’s lair
Dwells in a lamp hidden there
Rub him right and he explodes
Trailing smoke into heaven, he goes
Where the azure waters ebb and flow
Long ago Egyptian maidens would go
With white beach’s surf lapping at their toes
Wondering if there are men in the mangroves
In the air the spice aroma lingers
Tickling your skin with slinky fingers
Distant ships wave a farewell hand
Tortoise winks on the gritty sand
On the sands of Zanzibar
Marissa A Spencer
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June 15, 2003 More >
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