Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Dear World

It is what's immeasurable that moves us.

From birth we immeasurably follow our hearts in love of our parents; A limitless trusting in their guidance and givings. 

As we grow its our immeasurable imaginations that move our thoughts and feelings to the limits of wonder and our immeasurable dreams, to a place in the world unknown. 

As we become yet older. It's our imaginations for love in another that moves us to the frontiers of our strengths and exposure of our weaknesses. Moved again,  in hope to creating an immeasurable, ever changing bond. Then onto (if we will it) immeasurable,  indescribable, ever moving, connections to our children. 

Amongst it all an infinite potential in finding a self among selves emerges,  in the rise and fall of this immeasurable life. We push on in the unknowable future, with its vast potential, in immeasurable happiness and potential sadness. 

We create our lives amongst so many unknowns. It is these unknowns that form so much of our humanity. 
It is within the unknowable that our inner creator forms the majesty of our own destinies. 

This time of year is many things to many different people. But I like to think that the measure of humanities identity,  lay on the foundation of immeasurable love. And it's from this, we are reminded to share; the immeasurable wonder in our imagination, the immeasurable magic within us, the immeasurable grace between us , the immeasurable peace for us , and the immeasurable hopes of us all. 

With measurable words skimming the surface feeling of my immeasurable thoughts. I write to each and every human being to say, in the nearest descriptions of the farthest reach of my existing mind;   
Merry Christmas and Merry Living, in this world of ours, in this existence we share, in this chance we have to create from immeasurable potential. 
Love and Peace to you all. 

Immeasurably,

mF 




Fates Child


Clandestine star lights
Mystique edged mist 
Deft touches on spun web  
Cloaked witness's

Carved oaken forms
Shadow honed presence 
Abyss dipped golden eyes
Insidious vines

Moon glazed breasts 
Ritual flame heat 
Twisted roots of souls
Arousals unbound

Womb of prophecy
Calmer of storms 
Child of emerald heart 
Eons arrival  


mF

Image was forbidden that night. 

(C) MarkFlood2014

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

The Tree


In homage to one of the great loves of my life


The Tree
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Seed flight
Earth born 
Graced growth 
Dawn formed

Sun dressed green 
Brushed wise brown 
Waltzer of winds 
Tiller of ground

Broad seer
Grained hands
Leaf-ed prayers 
Bless-ed grand 

Flecked with creature
Time aged keeper
Knot spiralled eyes
Amber teared sleeper

mF

(C) MarkFlood2014-poem + image






 

Monday, 15 December 2014

Together in Sight


I look from cliff edged mountains and think of you
As a nocturne plays in wind-tuned wisdom
Your leap to flight before me-inspires my wings
As the tallest of trees invite me up-knowing you are with me

I look from spires in cloud-formed cities and think of you 
As Angels hand me scrolled thought of majesty 
Your grace beside me manifests my kingly crown 
As my kingdom bows in blue and green, beneath misted white

I look from breathless black in star-dusted fields 
As planets speak to me of you-In ever-ness beyond
Your hand is mine and only the rings of Saturn befit our bond 
As spiralled creation plays out in dreamt-filled distance 

It is, all this 
It is of, all you 
My sweet perspective 



mF 



(C) MarkFlood2014-poem+image 

Friday, 12 December 2014

Born Again


The drift on crafts in bodily oceans 
The merging current of feminine seas
A cleft in the swell of dreamt emotion
A mesh of spirit on genderless breeze 

The nameless evoke-etched devotion 
The self in stone upon bending knees 
A shining rivulet slides in free-motion 
A star bursting forth-ever in ease 

The being stands in sweet revolution
The word witness to deep mysteries 
A birthing twice in evolved evolution 
A seed within seeds to shape history


mF

(C)MarkFlood2014


 

The Sage


In dunes and hardened earth 
On a quest in stars follow 
With travelled heels for travelled soul 
From a face chiseled and bejewelling 
For a wind-lost city of golden pathways
To a death-touched grip on bending staff
Over time in sand and falling age 
At a mountains peak on rising hope
Took the rivers kiss on parched lips
Through the hearts of men in word
Past the keepers watch on wings
There at ends met by and by 
An utterance for him, thus bestowed
"I know whereby your step has fallen
And followings in trust of turn 
A place for you shall be written 
Be it for your planted deeds 
Be it for your mark on men" 


mF


(C) MarkFlood2014

 

Love from Love


The year closes its memories 
A place in time for Love 
Whispers behind doors on through
As light did take some of us back 
We watch on, one less, one more in thought

The annuals of passing moments 
Days full in passing Sunday's 
Collections of taken time lay spread on Decembers showing
Regrets dissolve in the figured glow of fellowship 

I tilt my head after a deep breath  
I see blue sky's in puddles passed 
I've known summer gifted on high 
And winters gentle brush while warm
I make gifts from golden tinsel and rose red silk 

Family will gather like the forest creatures at the fresh river stream 
And take in the currents of year long Love, for year end peace 
All our names will be but shadows on the walls
For together we need not know Love from Love
Or Hand from Hand



mF


(C) MarkFlood2014 + image 


Storm Prophet


In thunders word a boy lay with speech through window
He saw emotion in the sky's division
As all else stood below emotionless

The air carried a mixture to his senses 
A blend of elemental cookery he was able to digest 

Scattered energy danced on the surface of his eyes 
As he let in the magic about
The power in slow movement and weather instancy 
Etched upon his sight 

Life in drops were in that fleeting storm fall 
As his though short, numbered many times before
He knew off in his distance, when storms would greet his age 
Word would roll from him
as the gathered clouds 
And echo over minds
as the calling thunder 


mF 

(C) MarkFlood2014 + image 





Sunday, 7 December 2014

To Talk in Thought of T


To tellingly talk a tale
A truth to trade in trust 
Of trails and trials 
Of tests and turns 
To tell in talking thrust 

Take in time to tread 
On tomes from tillered toil 
Through the tides
Through the tracks 
Through trimmings of turmoil 

Then thread your twine
For talkers and their thought
A tryst of thatch 
A travelled throw 
As if told from teachers taught 

Trumpets will thunder 
Tremendous in their tone 
When thinkers from the throng 
Taste of your telling, and take you to the throne 


mF 

(C) MarkFlood2014 
  






 

Presence Tomorrow


Love in presence 
Dusted pollen mist on sun rays 
Children laughing unbound
The wings of beating insects 
Wide eyed earth 

Love in presence 
Taller than my eyes crowned twilight
Feathered hearts swim by unwrapped
I long to give more than I am 
Starry wind hazed blur  

Love in presence 
I think deeply to know myself 
Heart flutters on chords of D 
Days follow will know my grace 
Born again my smile 


mF 

(C) MarkFlood2014





Rise and Fall


The past collapses like a broken chair 
As unseated I walk forward 
I have always known the rhythms of the moon charged tide
Yet my stomach still moves to hold me human 

A great lesson in the chronicles of my breath
Are coloured chameleons flow in stance 
And change among passing form
Or a small rose living in a place wanting for loneliness
As it seemed feet found her frequently 
And showing still her bloom unrequited 

Like the vines lust to be in raptured light 
I rise and fall in growth
I take in movements hope


mF

(C) MarkFlood2014

Ever


Ever write a line 
And birth a story 
Ever brush a word 
And paint a line 

Ever is 
The never was
If ever can't 
Be ever given 

Ever feel all love 
And twined two hearts
Ever touched fingers
And twisted all love 

Ever was 
The ever present
If ever can 
Be ever shown 

Ever took to voice 
And sang to another 
Ever gripped sweet words 
And danced to voice 

Ever for 
The ever play
If never now 
Be ever gone 


mF


(C) MarkFlood2014

Shared thoughts

A thought of William Blake's, who's work I respect very much.

" Poetry Fetter'd, Fetters the Human Race ! Nations are Destroy'd, or Flourish, in proportion as Their Poetry Painting and Music, are Destroy'd or Flourish ! " 

And a backing of my own word-

Write freely, as you feel. For feeling is you, and you are the world. 
So break from form and boundaries, set them anew. Set them alight, with your fiery essence. 
For worlds and time in word should be cast daily from the crest of life. 


mF

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Threads of Life


Transparent dice
On unbound soil 
Like birds north-less
Your flame hidden 
Under blow
From the squall 

Tellingly paid 
Judged be 
In your picture remains 
Threads less in the weave 
Threads flying with egrets 
Balanced on horizons 

The weavers wait 
Still
The needles eye
Yours


mF

(C) MarkFlood2014







All images I use are by others. I do not claim rights to them. 

Monday, 1 December 2014

To be Alive



The sun rose and glinted in peripheral view
A godly feeling fills me from a great distance 
Trees bowing in morning greetings 

Music amplified raises vibrations of all the senses 
Takes me places removed of earthly regard 
Bodily warmth in glow of joy and blissful existence 

All things move in an orchestral symphony
Frames form with blue back-drops as eyes flick through sight 
The need to share love forms like pooling water
Light alters in rolling directions 

The earth plays its best for me 
Elements nodding in approval of my appreciation
Blown sweet breeze to my lungs raises me 
As purple flowers bloom among concrete hills
I know coloured existence 
I know knowing

To be alive
Oh to be alive

mF 

(C) MarkFlood2014


Be

Be original
Be fearless

Among limitless stars 
Lay limitless origin 
In timeless light 

Be original 
Be fearless 

Among limitless thoughts
Lay limitless you
In timeless love

Be original
In freedoms identity 

Be fearless 
In creations birth


mF

(C) MarkFlood2014

Poet Shades


Poets all around me
Masked in human faces
Sashed amongst the throng 

Poets all around me
Casting thought like Brando
Mulling over whispered eyes

Poets all around me 
Taking leave unspoken  
If only in imagined realms

I see poets sighting soul 
In all daily menagerie   
Like kingfishers on vantages 
Poets feathered grey


mF

(C) Markflood2014