Category: #Poetry

King’s Goblet

©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog

Books of Green and Gold

Captured now in golden lightDay’s writing ending with a blazeA tale of green turned brown then goldAs fading Sun shapes dark to holdThese chapters in the nightThese precious children of the days. Enduring Queen of night enfoldsYet only feels, where light revealsWhat softer muse will hold till morningAnd reaching to awaken thisDelivers from her mouth the blissOf summer Sun’s new dawning. ©Stephen Tanham 2021 … Read More Books of Green and Gold

First the loss, then the joy

Unbearable, this song of lightThat ends the day before soft nightA gradient of blue to goldA harmony, exquisite foldsWill live its life in seconds toldContent to live and die, this domeThis perfect bowl of evening’s home Retains no anguish in the faceOf life as change and death as wroughtBy turning Earth in solar thoughtSo should I rise past ego’s fearEmbracing every moment’s splendourContent with … Read More First the loss, then the joy

From No-where

From no-thing do you come?Not did, for did is burnedBut do, as in a breath Drawn in and then returnedFrom no-where do you come?Not where, for whereWould fix the placeFrom which you show your laughing faceFrom no-when do you come?For when would break the flowInto before and after glowAnd birth begin a taleThat only times my watch of youNot whence, but hence…The life unfoldsAnd … Read More From No-where

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

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

Chosen Trigger

Beneath the chosen trigger The lines of light go dark As possible and probable Of sky-rained fire unstoppable Resolve to make their mark ➰ Beneath the chosen trigger The chosen infant dies The cloud of God’s unknowing Had barely left his eyes. ➰ ©Stephen Tanham Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn … Read More Chosen Trigger

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

Sails in a upstairs window

There are sails in an upstairs window Whose cloth never tasted the spray Of an ocean long lost in memory And a happier, faraway day ➰ She sailed in his heart to the sunset Where the end of their world fell from sight At ninety degrees to his life-line. And down to a watery night ➰ He waits now, his captain’s badge polished His … Read More Sails in a upstairs window

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