Category: Mystical poetry

King’s Goblet

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A Deeper Summer

To a deeper sun I felt I had respondedSoft light behind the eyesLike crossing tidal lines upon a beachA scent, a fleeting touchA feeling words can seldom reachThe light like artist’s silk upon the breezeI struggle to define this placeOr point a finger at its heartSave that it was as far again from summerAs summer is from winterAs entered space yields motion Whose duration … Read More A Deeper Summer

Summer’s Retort

A circulating seedThat knows no deathFinds purchase in the soilOf spring’s awakened greenAnd in the silky, shortest nightExplodes. Born a child of solstice lightThe summer’s lust for lifeEmbeds itself withinThe coalescing heart of flowerTo fall as seed returnedThe forms of life are eatenBaked and rolled As harvest yields tomorrow And bonfires mark the end of lightCasting free this single sparkProjected, angel brightInto the heart … Read More Summer’s Retort

Game of Midnight

It is dark, so there won’t be any Photographs They will, like the sun Be resting in untaken Manifestation But collie’s last trip Outdoors In upward glance reveals A silver-blue unlike Any before It is the moon, hiding and smiling At The one human on the planet Standing here within the game Of Midnight ©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the … Read More Game of Midnight

Green Fingers

The heat, it must have been the heatThat teased and turned my stepsThat stepped a different thrust and beatA moan of limbs on fire where once were feet. The green, it must have been the greenThat cooled me in a light I’d never drunkThat drank me in a way that drew a sighSurrendering to what, before, I had not seen.Into the trees; I went … Read More Green Fingers

Green Fingers

The heat, it must have been the heat That teased and turned my steps That stepped a different thrust and beat A moan of limbs on fire where once were feet. The green, it must have been the green That cooled me in a light I’d never drunk That drank me in a way that drew a sigh Surrendering to what – before, I … Read More Green Fingers

Rotating Hope

Rotating hopeAs a Captain in a blackened stormScans a ravaged horizonTo find rotating hope- Not only where but who;The ship, by edge of darknessLocates the world beyond the seaSo we, with storm and prayerScanning signs of inner lifeFind voyage in a pulsing lightA presence: there, then goneReturning if we will but stare,And hoping, count the circles©Stephen Tanham 2021 ©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is … Read More Rotating Hope

Until tomorrow

Within a world where atoms part This golden glory, rich like silks Is accidental art Whose numbers are not seen Made beauty only by our minds With insubstantial form and finds ➰ But let me share my secret truth That nowhere is that pattern lacking The heart of life’s delight And say: when dulled mind looks on this Content with art’s deflection It finds … Read More Until tomorrow

Any thing

Mystical poetry: 87 words. A one-minute read A blade of grass, a hand, a way To shadows on a path that say There’s truth here to be found ♾ The sky above, so blue The sound of birds so true The kiss of evening’s sun in tree ♾ All say, but not together But when together, shout: Any thing can speak to you ♾ … Read More Any thing

Within the Rose

Mystical Poetry (A one-minute read) ➰ And as the end it will be thought A climb of thorns on stem untended An effort worthy of the past But not in words that speak unended ➰ Within the stem there lives a rose Whose living warmth, once felt, unfolds And at the end it will be known The rose’s fragrance is your own ➰ ©Stephen … Read More Within the Rose

A dream of Ice Crystals

Mystical poetry. (140 words, a two minute read) ➰ In icy dream We ate our picnic, you and I And watched while moonbeams Lit the curls of how and why And seated watchers watched the sky ➰ No frozen crusts of bread: This food of soul was liquid light Drawn, once, upon the glittering night Enmeshed, entwined, in meanings bright Like crystals on the … Read More A dream of Ice Crystals

Across a Scattered Land

Mystical Poem in the Sufi style: 120 words. A one-minute read Across a scattered land I sought you For almost all a lifetime’s days Until within a book I brought you To be a light beneath my gaze. ♾ Within a scattered mind I sought you Aflame with thoughts and secrets found But words declined to let me find you Who watched the eyes … Read More Across a Scattered Land

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