Submissions by Phoebe (Phoebe Amelia Jane Ryrko)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
life lives through me and poetry is a perfume that arises
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 9:23pm
17th Feb 2012 9:23pm
Wanting and Silence
Wanting is incredible, this is a power that really deserves attention
no, demands attention and its opposite is silence. I want to talk to you
and the silence is ringing like bells on a moonlight frozen, snowy night.
In this silence my wanting rings the bells, powers the silence and I ask myself
can that silence ring infinitely in me? Is it joy, is it pain ? Can I endure, do I love it?
It has no name and inside it I feel smaller than nothing at all.
But all wanting is the essential clothing of the brat! see the play of passing clouds across the brow of all...
no, demands attention and its opposite is silence. I want to talk to you
and the silence is ringing like bells on a moonlight frozen, snowy night.
In this silence my wanting rings the bells, powers the silence and I ask myself
can that silence ring infinitely in me? Is it joy, is it pain ? Can I endure, do I love it?
It has no name and inside it I feel smaller than nothing at all.
But all wanting is the essential clothing of the brat! see the play of passing clouds across the brow of all...
860 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 9:16pm
17th Feb 2012 9:16pm
Snowflake
You left behind a snowflake
a symbol of a pure and perfect friendship.
eternal singularity and infinite melting.
Give thanks to the darkness that leads us to the light,
the beautiful game,
the dance in and out of rhythm,
with my left feet I fall,
a stranger to my nature my synchronicity
my circles of limitless possibility and love.
Winter passes, dearest snowflake friend,
but now, in your delicate melting presence,
I too am the vanishing.
a symbol of a pure and perfect friendship.
eternal singularity and infinite melting.
Give thanks to the darkness that leads us to the light,
the beautiful game,
the dance in and out of rhythm,
with my left feet I fall,
a stranger to my nature my synchronicity
my circles of limitless possibility and love.
Winter passes, dearest snowflake friend,
but now, in your delicate melting presence,
I too am the vanishing.
649 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2012 11:25am
16th Feb 2012 11:25am
When the Market is Over
You might
turn a corner
and find an afternoon
set free
smell bruised apples
dry mud blown
through cardboard
white flowers
browning,
green chamois leather
leaves of cabbage
and kale
wilting
and golden skins of onion
swirling unravelling cupping
the light
turn a corner
and find an afternoon
set free
smell bruised apples
dry mud blown
through cardboard
white flowers
browning,
green chamois leather
leaves of cabbage
and kale
wilting
and golden skins of onion
swirling unravelling cupping
the light
755 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2012 11:23am
16th Feb 2012 11:23am
Awake in the afternoon
Awake in the afternoon
Lying awake in the afternoon
to slow down the arrow
make a dent in the strident hum
draw a line
like a small bird
beyond spires, through chimneys
over leafy tops
to the wide space.
Owl like, carving the quiet inner stillness
my breath, ripples the air.
11/05/06
Lying awake in the afternoon
to slow down the arrow
make a dent in the strident hum
draw a line
like a small bird
beyond spires, through chimneys
over leafy tops
to the wide space.
Owl like, carving the quiet inner stillness
my breath, ripples the air.
11/05/06
662 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 9:36pm
6th Feb 2012 9:36pm
When the mountain eats you
When the mountain eats you
Succumb, cry forgive
Reaching high and wide
Beyond your field of vision
Objectify the mountain?
No fear…
Far away a chocolate dream box
Closer, in sharp focus blades of rock
Adorned with glistening snow
Fecund bulk curving
Foothills, handmaids
To the mountain god
Quiet, lie in the rock
On your stomach, alone in the darkness ice coolness
Recovering from the stony teeth
And your own regrets, saliva of misapprehension
Still cloying in you hair.
You were anesthetized
It...
Succumb, cry forgive
Reaching high and wide
Beyond your field of vision
Objectify the mountain?
No fear…
Far away a chocolate dream box
Closer, in sharp focus blades of rock
Adorned with glistening snow
Fecund bulk curving
Foothills, handmaids
To the mountain god
Quiet, lie in the rock
On your stomach, alone in the darkness ice coolness
Recovering from the stony teeth
And your own regrets, saliva of misapprehension
Still cloying in you hair.
You were anesthetized
It...
600 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2012 9:31pm
6th Feb 2012 9:31pm
I can grow long arms slowly
I can grow long arms slowly
At 4.00am when the mist gets up from the water
After someone awakes cold or from a sad dream
I realise there is no hurry I can grow long arms slowly
To Reach back and touch the child, a young woman in my underworld
And gather cowslips from the steep bank of a dark brown river
In my long arms I will gather silence
Magical whispers, secrets folded, unfolding
The kissed and the unkissed
Returning, I watch paint dry and find angels nesting in my hair
Their wings are invisible
They have sapphire eyes...
At 4.00am when the mist gets up from the water
After someone awakes cold or from a sad dream
I realise there is no hurry I can grow long arms slowly
To Reach back and touch the child, a young woman in my underworld
And gather cowslips from the steep bank of a dark brown river
In my long arms I will gather silence
Magical whispers, secrets folded, unfolding
The kissed and the unkissed
Returning, I watch paint dry and find angels nesting in my hair
Their wings are invisible
They have sapphire eyes...
849 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 10:16am
4th Feb 2012 10:16am
In the Northern Circle
Cold asterism
Beyond the reach of Zeus or Artemis
Arkto, Oh bear
Ursa
Remind us
How the shaman dances
barefoot and drumming
to feel a magnetic field
to make magnetic talk in bear
to fill the airwaves with divine smiles
to warm eternity
with no quiet hum of electricity
Ursa Major
Oh Great Bear
Your sisters are drowning
In the Northern Circle
Beyond the reach of Zeus or Artemis
Arkto, Oh bear
Ursa
Remind us
How the shaman dances
barefoot and drumming
to feel a magnetic field
to make magnetic talk in bear
to fill the airwaves with divine smiles
to warm eternity
with no quiet hum of electricity
Ursa Major
Oh Great Bear
Your sisters are drowning
In the Northern Circle
649 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 10:14am
4th Feb 2012 10:14am
Holding the Glass
Tears do not effect a glass filled with space,
the space remains, when the glass is shattered
When there are no words
a mouth is a hole with a hot tongue
a stone murmuring to the earth waiting for rain
facing the colossal indifference of the sun
This wordless sound is my alleluia
Not a tired prayer of hope but a cry of unending triumph!
The stars make their blue dissolve, before the dawn
I am, alone remains, ready for the coming of the new day
4/4/06 rewritten :-) 22/04/10
the space remains, when the glass is shattered
When there are no words
a mouth is a hole with a hot tongue
a stone murmuring to the earth waiting for rain
facing the colossal indifference of the sun
This wordless sound is my alleluia
Not a tired prayer of hope but a cry of unending triumph!
The stars make their blue dissolve, before the dawn
I am, alone remains, ready for the coming of the new day
4/4/06 rewritten :-) 22/04/10
655 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 5:58pm
3rd Feb 2012 5:58pm
Some days every thing is elemental
In the market square I bought
ten yellow tulips, grown in a field
under a blue sky, row upon row
now grown old, they flare
open petals widen, bowing reaching
greeting the air, becoming more free
and lighter, as if somewhere wild roses called to them
to be wind blown frayed and wet.
Scattering their clothes like so many petals
the children return from school to dance
to leap and stamp as if to wake the earth
and conjure again the wood, the orange moon
through the magical power of their swishing hair.
Some days...
ten yellow tulips, grown in a field
under a blue sky, row upon row
now grown old, they flare
open petals widen, bowing reaching
greeting the air, becoming more free
and lighter, as if somewhere wild roses called to them
to be wind blown frayed and wet.
Scattering their clothes like so many petals
the children return from school to dance
to leap and stamp as if to wake the earth
and conjure again the wood, the orange moon
through the magical power of their swishing hair.
Some days...
756 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 5:54pm
3rd Feb 2012 5:54pm
Callisto : The Great White Bear Of the North
The Great White Bear Of the North
Eldest of three cubs
Strong in limb
Who smells of wild oysters
Who walked a thousand miles
That day, following the sweet
Scent of seal far off
With her black nose
Seeing white shapes on white plains
Violet white and orange
Suns rose livid mornings
Bright white, with her granite eyes
Lonesome on the ice
Breathing gusts of white
Her pink tongue licks
Her yellow teeth in a grimace
She has walked a thousand miles
On her frying pan paws
Her steely claws kept time...
Eldest of three cubs
Strong in limb
Who smells of wild oysters
Who walked a thousand miles
That day, following the sweet
Scent of seal far off
With her black nose
Seeing white shapes on white plains
Violet white and orange
Suns rose livid mornings
Bright white, with her granite eyes
Lonesome on the ice
Breathing gusts of white
Her pink tongue licks
Her yellow teeth in a grimace
She has walked a thousand miles
On her frying pan paws
Her steely claws kept time...
983 reads
3 Comments
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