Thursday, February 4, 2016

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


Saturday, June 14, 2014

Standing Barefoot on Rocky Ground ..... a long journey's reprise





Standing Barefoot on Rocky Ground .....
a long journey's reprise



Come walk with me a mile ...
Walk on without our burden’s weighty shoes ,
warily trudging over the long rocky
pathway of a lifetime in my soul ;
a final edifying voyage to freedom .
The winds of change are blowing briskly
as we walk charily over the long
rock-strewn passageway.


I shed these boots and skin, no longer fitting
my scared, blistered and callused soles .
As time slowly passes ,
this craggy terrain has evolved
from a two-way passageway,
into one-way jagged forage …

Standing barefooted and naked on rocky ground ,
dark sunken sleepless eyes scan
the rolling vista as the wind blows star dust
from the halo around the sun ,
blurring the delicate wispy cirrus clouds .

The sun’s radiance paints a frozen ice crystal azure
into a vivid aura of prisms’ glittering corona.
Kaleidoscope rainbows adorn the closest of solar stars .
There's something in the ethereal air
that leaves my soul unsettled ,
grasping for an allusive stability
as rumors of gold elude me ...

The pain and suffering has vanished
as if the body and soul have separated ,
numbness from the ache , severed nerves
sharp reflection on serrated rocky edges ,
deadened useless flesh cut to the bone
by misjudged obstacles encountered enduringly.

The barefooted spirit travels on ,
suffused in the solar spectrum’s dust ;
yearning , longing to saunter
above and beyond the bloated feathery pillows ;
cumulus clouds finally resting at peace .
Dipping these benumbed toes ,
heart’s weeping lesions
into a healing bath from the bowers of bliss ...

An unfinished life
of an open ended dream ,
reluctantly waking to take the last
surrendering steps beyond the threshold ...
A long and winding rocky journey’s destiny
draws near

The halo around the sallow moon
illuminates an understanding firmament ;
the gloaming celestial sphere’s
pending imminent soulful rain awaits
the metamorphosis at the brink of dawn .

A shower of heaven's teardrops shall mourn
the loss of form as the spirit of soul lives on ,
barefooted ,
naked and free
like the dust in the wind
absorbed eternally...


Harlon Rivers




note: memories of the future... 


Hope is like Faith, 

believing in something you can't see, 


but knowing in your heart it’s real.


We all have faith in something...


"Never deprive someone of hope ~


it may be all they have"....Anonymous


June 2014 

...let this humble remembrance of journey's writ

be a lasting memory of this simple being ...

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Homage to a Brimful Poet




Homage to a Brimful Poet


A message heart delivered by a musing troubadour
left footprints upon
a well weathered rivers’ rocky shoal
the lazy days of the summer’s
simmering ethereal breezes
lazily waft astir
Unknown distance ‘tween yonder skies azure;

thoughts of nebulous distances
fearlessly ignored 
Connectedness sown and deference’s
soar from high above,
yet beyond vast breadth
afar the great divide

His brimful heart in hand fulfills passersby thirst
needing love here, hearts on sleeves sincere,
wellspring sensibilities handed out willingly here
voids filled by word of quill …
right now is the known needed time

Glasses half empty suffused to their half full brims;
do unto others you will reap just what ye sow
A poet beyond the bounds of his own demure,
 bearing immense understanding
The quintessential essence of family love 
drips from heart like havens rain,
testifies the heart's purpose for being

A poet’s voice speaks in soul’s timeless tongues
unknown breaths
from another understanding realm 
too deep for words;
yet the word sayer struggles to see his forest ‘s poetic beauty for to see beyond the pendant beauty 
within the magnificent grandeur
his own gifted heart’s nurtured trees.


Harlon Rivers . . .©August 21st, 2013

You never know how many rings a tree's trunk 
while it is still standing rooted deeply in the bedrock of mother earth...
long may ye stand tall 
as thy poetic tree's 
ever reaching limbs 
touch heavens azure ...

Respectfully sincerely,
Harlon Rivers

Monday, February 17, 2014

Mending Unraveled Threads



... a poem about the times when we struggle to see things clearly ... Like the moments when it can feel like the mind can become a twisted and tangled mess ...Everybody has turbulent Monday's now and then ... Just some more often than others ...

Mending Unraveled Threads


From time to time the thoughts get so twisted
Lost in vague and muddled silent reverie
If only the silenced words could be spoken clearly
An untangled and redrawn picture
Seen in a new light’s shining glow

The silk threads spun get knotted and tousled
Where the web is blindly woven out of sight
Interlaced within the shadow’s darkness
Ensnarled loose skeins get harder to unravel
When the tangled mess is known by heart

When the trailing vines of the vineyard get twisted
Entwined in the forgotten moments of a time passed
The grapes of wrath craft a bitter sweet vintage
Gone astray within the jumbled maze unfurling
The crawling vines reaching for the radiant sunlight

A journey’s tapestry montage becomes unraveled
Tugging too hard at the past’s hanging strand
Unraveling and exposing every last stitch of thread
As the collage of snippets from the past
Comes unglued

Can you imagine looking up at the enlightening moment
As the mosaic of glistening stars
Assembled the enchanting sky ?
For that instant the universe seemed like crystal clear perfection
Far beyond the mystic illumination of the midnight sun

Do you remember you once held me tight as I trembled ?
You can’t see where you’re going in the pouring rain
You knew for an instant I was lost deep within my being
Until hope parted the clouds
Letting love’s light shine right on through ...


© 2013 Harlon Rivers  … All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

... in the hands of the maker



These feet trodden , benumbed ,
enslaved by the weight of the load
loamy earth no longer soft , supple ,
forgiving of cold tender feet

the pang of crystalline frost heaves
beneath winter moss
ache as if walking barefoot
on frigid rocky ground

each step taken in effort to draw nearer ,
apportion the distance between a place once so closely embraced,
                      and yet ,
                      now the distance appears so wide


the gravity of the metaphysical makes

me weak in the knees
                     I drop down and kiss the wintry ground
                     knowing all my cares 

                                   lie frozen far below ...


the scent of burning sage
                      
and
                    sweetgrass permeates the chill ,
                    smoke rising like mist 

                    into the mystic


a healing smudge carefully brushed with reverence ,
an abounding LOVE cleansing in this earth ,
                  the atmosphere stirs ,


                  I feel the muted words'                           silence emanating in the air


... knowing I’m not a stranger

    in the hands of the maker



© Harlon Rivers ...December 9th, 2013

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Kayak...the karma of rivers' flow



Kayak...the karma of rivers flow

wild waters call out their names
an ancient spirit within souls beckons
subtle utterance only heard
by the muse of adventure within
scholars of the poetic minutiae
wild water’s flow

cadence imbibes the river
the artisan glides
inertia of motion
dances with water
aplomb reader
of untamed water’s nuances

yin and yang
natural cause and effect
rollicks with the intricacies of flow
understanding beneath the turbulent surface
spontaneity with the gifts of naturalness
riding gravity's pull


go with the flow mantra
as water seeks its own level
springs from mountain high peaks
cascades, plummets, falls
the long journey back home
all at sea

Harlon Rivers


October 13, 2013


Note: big believer in do unto mantra, so this poem was written for and mused by a friend... and our unlikely moment with this simple photograph ... maybe you will help me read the water better...Stands Proud with Heart on Sleeve