Humans Really Don’t Know (2020 Re-post)

“The Sea Inside”  painting by Samy Charnine

Humans really don’t know
How life is to stardust souls
Forced to hibernate like bears in snow
Only feeling the truth trough small portholes

Humans really don’t know
How life with an awakened soul
Could lead to a constant flow
Of abundant love through soul’s window

Humans really don’t know
How life led by true purpose of soul
Where gratitude leads to divine inner glow
Calmly transform their minds inner fishbowl

Humans really don’t know
How to manifest all they want via their souls
How to choose lifelong learning and growth
How into spiritual living while in flesh enroll

© REDCAT


Re-post comment:
Wednesday and time to wander the archives. Since it’s GloPoWriMo 2021 I thought I’d share one of the most read post from April last year. The original was posted 26 April 2020.

Enjoy!


Written in response to the beautiful and thought inducing painting at Sunday Muse # 105. Made me read up on the symbolism on Koi fish. And they seem to symbolize a whole bunch of good things. Tenacity, Wealth, Abundance, Luck, Courage, Transformation, Uniqueness, Non-conformity, Family Strength and have lots of Buddhist Connotations. (source)
Also linking to Writers’ Pantry #17 , Promote Yourself Monday, April 27, 2020 at Go Dog Go and Open Link Night: We are listening at dVerse.


Photo by FOX on Pexels.com

GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation

Fool’s Journey to Enlightenment (2020 Re-post)


Fool’s journey to enlightenment

One life
Two hands
Three in any holy trinity
Four cardinal points
Five sacred elements
Six, love and sex, contain sacredness
Seven chakras to shine clear
Eight Sabbats in the wheel
Nine, three fold law times three
Ten Sephirots emanating divine light
Eleven mysterious knowledge insights
Twelve full moons, and one blue orange
Thirteen witches in the magic coven

Nineteen, loving wisdom hope govern
Twenty-Twenty karmic judgment appear, grow better, renew, global catastrophe draws near
Twenty One light’s biannual turning point
Twenty Two spiritual paths to ascend the three

One hundred words to set you free

© REDCAT

Re-post comment:

It’s nearly midnight. My mind is spinning. So this felt like a good choice for Wandering the Archives Wednesday.

Enjoy!


First idea, one hundred lines of poetry, counting up. Before the tenth, hmm, maybe if I had a week to work. Edited idea, one hundred words.

My favorite prompt of the week, The Sunday Muse, celebrates its hundredth.

Also linked to The Writers’ Pantry and Promote Yourself Monday.

Happy 100th Musing everyone!

GloPoWriMo 2021 preparations

© RedCat

Tomorrow is first of April, the beginning of Easter, or Ostara if you’re so inclined. It’s also the first day of Global Poetry Writing Month. I participated last year without knowing what I got myself into.

I managed to write 30 poems with some help from my favourite writing community site’s.

This year I have actually planned a bit ahead. Thinking over which sites gives the prompts that inspires me most. And signing up for another Ekprastic Challenge.

You’ll find me writing to art at The Wombwell Rainbow, to the always inspiring Skyloverswordlist, my poetry home at dVerse Poet’s Pub, and perhaps also The Sunday Muse, Poet’s and Storytellers United and Earthweal.

See you at the poetry trail! 💕

© RedCat

Take me up (2020 Re-post)

“Take Me Up”  by Lauren Withrow

Wandering lost in the foothills of limbo
Hiding a true self
Smothered the life flame

Hair over my eyes
I still see the broken remnants of life
Strewn around

Eons of mist
The heath becomes my bier
Laying my head down in surrender
This is the end

Heaven rent through
Clear light
Bright singing

White doves descend
Messengers from the Goddess
Time is not up
Work yet undone

Binding by the thinnest thread of hope

Wings flap
Carries me aloft
Cooing as they go

Chronicle the plight of Gaia and her children
Connect those that would stand against
Combat complacency
Fight erroneous facts
Enlight through teaching
Delight with words

Don your armour shieldmaiden

Burnished plates of syllabus
Lexical gauntlets
Helmet of fortified poetry

Pick up your pen-sword
Your magic book-cover shield

Prepare for battle

©REDCAT

Welcome to Wandering the Archives Wednesday! Tonight a poem about nearly giving up, and then finding reasons to fight on. The original post was made 5th January 2020. That feels more like eons ago, than a little more than a year. This “life on hold” due to a pandemic has really done something to the way I perceive time it’s more plastic somehow. Also I find myself talking sometimes like last year didn’t happen at all. And I wonder if I’m the only one doing that?

Enjoy!


Written for Sunday Muse # 89, also posted to Poets Uniteds new home, Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writers’ Pantry #1: Home Is People.

Leaping High to Catch the Sky – A Seguidilla

Surreal Artwork by Ronald Ong

Leaping high to catch the sky
Pouncing down on snow
Still stuck betwixt and between
Spring some way to go
Change is never easy
The nature wise red fox know
Without change no peace

Leaping high to catch the sky
Pouncing down on green
Going betwixt and between
Spirit dare to dream
Find your own true way
The one that makes your heart sing
Whatever the doubters say

Leaping high to catch the sky
Landing in a seam
Living betwixt and between
Nothing as is seems
Let dark doubt depart
You are better than you think
Follow your true heart

©RedCat

Wrote my first ever Seguidilla the other day, and as usual I have to try a new form soon again to set it in my mind.

Written for the photo prompt at the Sunday Muse.

©RedCat

Hiding in Darkness


Backing away from life
Hiding in trembling fright
In fear of meeting any strife
Hiding in darkness, afraid of the light

Once she was curios and free
Convinced of her dreams might
Now she’s brought to her knees
Hiding in darkness, afraid of the light

Beaten until she sought the dark
Hiding her bruises from sight
Convinced she’s forever marked
Hiding in darkness, afraid of the light

Feeling like she’ll never be able to cope
Like life will always be a fight
Search in vain for that speck of hope
Hiding in darkness, afraid of the light

To conquer a life lived in fear
She needs to a new way write
Allowing the flow of liberating tears
Leaving the darkness, going towards the light

Will you meet her with friendly hands and face
Guiding eyes dimmed with perpetual night
Lending her some of your steadfast grace
As she’s
Leaving the darkness, going towards the light

©RedCat

Written for every abused person in the world. To show there is possible to go from darkness to light. To leave abuse and have another free life.

Inspired by the photo prompt at The Sunday Muse.

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels

What a Whirlwind Romance


“I am thy fool in the morning, thou art my slave in the night.”

– Paul Dunbar, The Paradox

Every morning I purr and prance
Pets and scratches our romance
Each day my presence let you know
Together our life paths go

One of us a sensual dancer
The other a hopeless romancer
Together we’re an odd pair
One in fur, one in underwear

As night falls on the land
We’re both waiting for that caressing hand
Closeness is what we both crave
I’m so delighted you choose to be my slave

Your radiant beauty enchants
My sensuous touch leads to trance
What a whirlwind romance

©RedCat

Written for Poetics: Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites over at dVerse.
And inspired by the photo prompt at The Sunday Muse.

Blue Star Horses

“Indigo Sky Mares”  by Laurel Burch
click HERE for her website.

Blue star horses running in the sky
Playing hide-and-seek as clouds passes by
Leaving glittering streaks of colour in the sky
Painting pictures of natures wonders to the eye

Waking slumbering stars in the sky
Radiating love for scarred souls like you and I
Twinkling hopes fills the sky
Transforming the sea of tears we cry

Shimmering wishes in the sky
Showing where trust and truth lie
Telling stories of healing and rebirth in the sky
Weaving new paths for us intrepid explorers to try

Blue star horses running in the sky
Igniting fantasy to light, in the land where dreamers fly

©RedCat

Written for this weekend’s beautiful picture at The Sunday Muse.

Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #57: Infinite Variety at Poets and Storytellers United.
And earthweal open link weekend #56.

Read live at Open Link #284 – LIVE Again.


©RedCat

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