Sacred Clarity

 

Graves... willowed in facades of fake sinew 

Tears… splinter the Earth’s ancient stones 

Magic... mystery in mayhem’s disorder  

Where in all this, do I... do we belong? 

Bones define infinite nuance

Dreams track through desolate void

Light illumines wisdom’s sharp edges

Whispers of Elders... beckon beyond

Bridges, thought-vessels... fluid, fleeting

Song towers we try to ascend

Foundations... kindness, the need to be heard

Otherwise distorted... we bend

Angles, gold triad... matter’s blue print

Serpent… the keys to the gate

Tails swallow again.... to learn over

Sheela Na Gigs’... cosmic portals transcend 

Henges’ sky calendars… Moon’s hand ticking 

Stories, time’s thread… Poet songbirds weave 

Long barrows... thought a point of re-entry 

Mistakes... detours we’re supposed to glean

Rubik cube minds... straddle life's pendulum

Ley lines… heart’s harp strings, unstrung

Quantum... we're collective psyches, molten

Field sowed with star-seeds’... renewed hope 

Lightening‘s pyrographic branches... show us

Universal sky’s tapestry, majestic... supreme

All connected, iridescent... vibrating

Linked our matrixed lightwaves... unseen

Omniscient Nebulae... our eyes’ mere reflection

Coincidence, two souls’ glitch... sequenced heartbeats 

Metaphysics subtle signposts... come in daydreams

All we ever have... this moment in time 

Say yes! Discard fear... embrace spirits’ entanglement

Recharge, rest, reforge... your inner starlight  

We’re stardust… wearing a skinsuit 

A dewdrop in an ocean of light 

A flicker in a fractal... refracting 

Spiral cycling... through kaleidoscope skies 

We're breath’s quiver... prior mindful exhalation

Gliding theta waves... souls freed, taking flight 

Weightlessly... all tuned to loves frequency

Creatively expanding... in all healing light 

Open to the sun your heart’s shadowed petals 

Ground through your feet to earth’s dancing drum

Binaural rhapsody of mixed tones... witness their blending

Seek clarity, clear perceptions... embrace love’s ethereal sight

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry

Empty

 
Empty is a tilled field, laid fallow
Where once blossomed... redolent dreams
Mind’s ploughed synapse... doldrum’s trenches
Lonesome blade scythed my heart’s seams

Pain soiled my wildflower memories 
With muddied doubts of umber shame
Phantom achenes... adrift on breeze 
And yet you... I do not blame 

Hope lingers... faith’s staunch butterfly net
And with its lucid threads, I’ll sew 
Didactic cocoon... growth’s promise 
Dawn’s light... spun from dusk’s sorrow

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry

This Valentine

This Valentine's for all hurt, lonely souls
I sense you trapped in numbness, fear and pain
I'd set you free if I could... hope you know
Heart resonates.. feels deeply, just the same
Want you to know... you're precious, you are loved!
You're treasured as you are; Star... I see you!
Please feel valued... you are, more than enough
Uniqueness is your beauty. shining through
Imperfect, scarred; you're art... astral, sublime!
You may not yet believe... but it is true!
Strength, character; illumines. darkest skies
No one could be more perfect being you!
Together... we can all be Valentines
Stunning constellation... Oh how we'd shine!

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry

"The Giver Risks Madness In The Act Of Giving" by @VioletMoonPoetry after "The Giver" by James Baldwin

Fresh scent of washed linen

a discombobulated head

Taut... ironed sheets

on a once crumpled bed 

Rain after a heatwave

thirst quenched at last 

Stars keep falling... linger

slip through milky fingers... moon’s grasp  

Oh, where art now the gentle

...their jam jars full of tears? 

Why is hate’s inharmonious echo 

...still ringing in my ears? 

What happened to empathy

...the proclivity, to be kind?

When did... to express pure altruism

label someone “out of their mind”

My eyes are wrung-out, empty 

Deep pantry shelves... are lined 

Bed’s cavernous duvet calls me

tries suffocate... hurt’s lies

The twinned, bedfellow to lonely 

shall I... forever be?

When will they see me...

past their perception’s fortified screens? 

Mirrored... is their vision 

Mired are their minds!

They project forth, inner demons 

futilely squander... pure love’s light   

Abandoned, left to meander 

Marred... misunderstood!

I'm a renegade in Mercury 

pièce de résistance, hope... my poet’s heart

For poets in wayward scramble, to unravel what to say 

we’re often at a loss... when words will not convey 

In the pause of nothingness... we learn to understand 

that the blessing is in the giving... more than at first, we comprehend 

Those of little, but of laughter... how their smiles they radiate 

When they can share... their blessings, do not try accumulate 

Materialism, round neck’s a millstone... it’s a plague that makes us weak 

And through humility’s gift, weren't we told... the earth, inherit, would the meek!

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry

Through Empathy... We‘ll Be Saved (Turkey & Syria Earthquake)

 

Two apparitions, statue of Eros, sleeping lions... it's hard to say 

Lodged beneath broken plinths of jagged concrete... ripped apart by jaws of quake 

Billowing dust clouds, fall upon victims… diaphanous burial shrouds

Torches searching demolished ruins; grave stillness... so deafeningly loud! 

Thirty-six long, horrific hours; lay battered, frozen… trying hard to breathe 

World prays for rescuers, whilst sister strokes her brother’s hair... so tenderly 

Small bridge to nowhere, her tiny body shelters... hides sibling’s frightened face 

Orange-jacketed, hard-hat angels swarm; will they reach them... before too late 

Mouths dryer than coarse sandbags, hoarse through crying; dehydrated... they need help!

Jinan, she’s ten and suffering blood loss... large iron rod’s impaled through leg  

Bold Trojan stark, against ghost town; concertina buildings... devoid of air 

Mass fatalities stack, stale foul stench; volunteers futilely... try repair

Ever aware of ticking hands’ shadow; hourglass draining... foreboding clock   

Toppled lives displaced by tremors, it may stretch decades… grief’s aftershock 

Countless remains... heads bowed desolate; crushed lives… entire families laid waste

Seismic emotions erupt in wailings; aftermath... cataclysmic fate

But rescuers can’t implode; swallow, like chasm... desperation’s heartbreak 

Even search dogs are becoming despondent... as there’s no one left to save 

Suddenly, Jinan’s muffled pleas are noticed... from the dust-drenched, mangled maze 

Disbelief ricochets... as rumblings break fatigue’s sunken, murky glaze 

Whistles shrill... ring like bells; hope’s spell extinguishes... dissociative haze 

Brave rescuers spring to action... little consideration for own health

Balancing on precarious ledges, fishing through debris’... death-trap wells

Two ashen, wide-eyed waifs; gently hoisted to safety... from dire pit of hell!

Haggard, multi-nation faces rejoice; hands gesticulate... all is well!    

Frail rag-doll children, pulled from home’s carnage, through teamwork... miracles take place

Saved, a nine-month-old, Abdullah... still wrapped safely in his sister’s embrace 

Beyond heroic, selfless sacrifice... tears of joy are gratefully spilt 

Soothingly, cleansing their tired, bloodshot eyes; thousand-yard stares... opaque with silt 

Search and Rescue, now likely traumatised, will need some time... themselves to heal 

Through Middle East’s courage, international aid... love’s grace has been revealed    

As even from the darkest abyss... of inhumane, fractured tragedy; 

kindness again illuminates healing’s power... empathy’s majesty   

Let’s unite, in reverent symphony... a celebration of ourselves

Somewhere, we can all reside together; reinforced... by love’s boundless wealth  

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry

My Shadow and Me

 
My shadow and me... we cannot be free 
Inherent to soul... unfortunately 
It clouds my judgement... it smothers my joy 
Consumes my sunlight... peace of mind destroys 
It follows me around... won’t let me be!
When try hide in darkness... it sits with me 
It lurks in corners... copies all I do!
Weirdly though I’ve noticed... you have one too 
Maybe ours then... they could walk hand in hand 
Don’t you think perhaps... they would make good friends 
Together could fight... their demons away 
Brave... bright lights, ignore what others might say 
I think mine’s sewn on... feel trapped in its threads 
Wonder if it’ll leave me... when I’m dead
I ponder these things... when I watch it dance 
Climbing dawn’s golden walls... keeps me entranced 
Sometimes it’s gigantic... makes me feel small
Other times it pools... like tears on the floor 
Does yours do this too... I would love to know 
Entertain in moonlight... put on a show? 
Mine never speaks... but it listens to me 
I promise I’m not crazy... just lonely 
Who knows, I’m not sure... but one thing is true 
Don’t feel so alone... when I think of you!

© Debbie Razey 2023 - Violet Moon Poetry