Lightning can strike twice

Lightning can strike twice

Pealing thunder growled

with the rumble of a runaway flash

booming lightning bolts

fling billion volt mortars helter-skelter

glare ricocheting illuminated verve

ominous tolling crashes

oblivious to gravity

throw reverberated reflection

startling charcoal grey billowing nimbus

blackened rolling storm clouds ignite cannons

fire cloud to ground bolts

hotter than sun’s mantle

drenching rain shards

shattering the silence of the dawn

roaring through the awakening quietude

holding on for life

singer of high poems resonates

echoed litanies upon the impearled threshold of the dawn

coyote running naked in the rain; bearing witness ,…

God’s natural gifts bestowed

mitigate man’s visions of grandeur

© Harlon Rivers ... 2014

Doubters vs Believers

Sometimes a first step starts a journey of 10,000 steps...It can be logical to question…doubt. But sooner or later moments of motion transcend fear within doubt, liberating belief in our actions…

a poem by Harlon Rivers

"Doubters" and "Believers" are polar opposites,

like North is of South

Yet there is a little of both East and West in everyone

The protagonist versus the antagonists, a stalemate of the middle,

neutralizing fire and ice into water

Doubt fosters uncertainty and disbelief darkening optimism

of hopeful illumination of brighter pathways.

Belief in humanity cultivates faith into new beginnings, 
brighter moments, hopeful tomorrows. 
Finding inner peace and balance awakens devotion to hope.

Fidelity of unseen gravity is grounding

Trust is found through sincerity,  authenticity,  and yet

doubters hazy indistinctness muddles the enlightenment

of confidence that the long and twisting road

does not come to a dead end

just around the unseen bend in the pathway

Significance of ideals can not be discovered 

until insignificance renders us into 

an egoless thought of a speck of dust 

As the volcanic flow of significance in thought immerges

from the dust,   it builds the doubters dome into belief

as if seeing becomes believing transforming ambiguity

into definable reflections of faith in love.

Nothing is inevitable except to know the circle of life is a circle.

There is likely only one complete,  complex journey around  

and only we can choose which crossroad to turn upon.

To dream of doubt concludes the final dead end corner.

To be a dream believer cultivates eternal faith in hope...

© 2012 Harlon Rivers

Cleansing Rain

...waiting for the pending winds of change to blow the storm clouds past... 

A long awaited metamorphosis... from the author of 

Word Whisperer...

Look up and breathe as the crying sky explodes

Inhale natures’ showering unblemished symphony

The oppressive black cloud hanging overhead lingers

Emotions ebb and flow with the moment’s immanent spirit of light

A freeing sensation excites anticipation

of the sky’s pending fated purposeful release

Heavens… flood down in a drenching act of baptism

by a merciful drowning in the river of celestial tears

Torrential rains wash over me like a cleansing rain

Cleanse the dust and ashes of the abandoned frozen traces

What once was a blossoming presence,

Evolved into a foggy cold winter season

Now all that remains is but a shadow of what once was,

Life was nearly eroded away by the years of fallen tears

Rinse away unrequited love’s stagnant inversion

Washing away the invisible chains that bind

To the loathsome heavy ball

Of an unforgiving past

Know the cleansing rain is the spirit of love

Washing over an exhausted heart of soul 

Left exposed and naked to the world

Look out with thoughtful eyes into the universe

Never stop believing the dream is eternal

Envision the clouds in the dark sky parting

As all that awakening light comes shining through

Renewing the promise that surrendering to love, 
shall be destiny’s purpose...

Harlon Rivers...December 10th, 2012