Rebirth. Such a familiar word upon a page or in conversation. One that speaks of embracing change and finding resolve. But rarely is the collapse spoken of that must precede the reformation. It’s not until one experiences a fall that change takes root and life grows. All around us the earth trembles, fires rage, winds … Continue reading Rebirth- Michael Erickson
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Prayer Upon A Haunted Hour- Michael Erickson
I woke to the sound of cracking stone, Darkness ebbed upon awaiting shore. Waking moments fell prey to twilight dreams, As reality bent beneath an oppressive loaf. Upon a rise I stood singular in form, With naught but a single headstone to my eye. Whispers in the waiting dark reached to bind me hand and … Continue reading Prayer Upon A Haunted Hour- Michael Erickson
Rising Imagination- Michael Erickson
Sometimes I walk along these shores, And dream of hearing dragon song. The world seems so dark and forsaken, In the harsh reality of daylight. I long to find a forgotten hole, Into which I could fall into another world. If only this world could stretch and bend, To accommodate the far reaches of my … Continue reading Rising Imagination- Michael Erickson
Pleasure In Simplicity- Michael Erickson
Sit upon a veranda green, And drink in the morning light. Wherever you are in cities deep, Or in mountains far from the maddening crowd. Breath in the daylight hours, And remember your place upon this good earth. Take a bit of rosemary upon the way, And taste sweet anise with your tongue. Delight in … Continue reading Pleasure In Simplicity- Michael Erickson
Searching For Paradise- Michael Erickson
We are all looking far and wide, For something better than what surrounds us. Between mountains high and valleys deep, Our hopes glide free as open sails. Each mind is a hope-filled bearing vessel, Waiting to plant rich seeds upon a chosen shore. Some run aground with hopeless thoughts, While others sink beneath waves where … Continue reading Searching For Paradise- Michael Erickson
Silent Pressing Hours- Michael Erickson
In these silent pressing hours, Just before the growing dawn, When darkness seems to be its strongest, And our world trembles beneath ball that’s wrong, Hope is but a moths wing fluttering by candlelight, What can one do but quietly crumble, For the dawn will never come. Yet in this solemn darkness I can reach … Continue reading Silent Pressing Hours- Michael Erickson
Finding Nature’s Peace- Michael Erickson
Wrapped in the complications of modern life, I seek to break the surface of this suffocating miasma. Where can I turn to find a lip or ledge to push up from, My soul burns with frustration to find a way up. Turn my thoughts away from each troubling siren call, I reach for the only … Continue reading Finding Nature’s Peace- Michael Erickson
Healing Tapestry- Michael Erickson
Oh how I wish I could bury my worries in theses waving grasses, The sky is so wide and blue without stain or wrinkle. Gently pressed clouds seem to fit even with their ragged edges, But not me, I am an intruder upon this peaceful scene. Like a bit of colored canvas ripped from its … Continue reading Healing Tapestry- Michael Erickson
Throwback Friday- “Lavender on the Table” -Michael
I thought it would be fitting for my first Throwback Friday post to be one of the first poems that was shared on GoDogGoCafe. What’s even better is that Christine recorded a live reading of that poem. She did it so beautifully and captured the poem’s feeling through her voice. That being said, I’m having … Continue reading Throwback Friday- “Lavender on the Table” -Michael
Close Your Eyes- Michael Erickson
Close your eyes and think of time before, When knotted pines were young, And roots of yew reached to Mother Earth’s core. Where mankind were but innocent babes, Playing at the feet of folk so fair, Who’s blood was as ancient as the deepest sea. Close your eyes and smell the earth, Rich with gardens … Continue reading Close Your Eyes- Michael Erickson
