Dream Time Poetry

A collection of healing poetry designed to mark the author’s own insightful journey through the complexities of life.

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Month: September, 2007

Original thought

27 September, 2007 | General | By: Helen Howell

Confession of sky

26 September, 2007 | Inspirational, Poetry | By: Helen Howell

(Photograph by Frank Bennett, New Zealand)

Here lies the confession of sky
in silence asking I feel
how it suffers and bleeds
throughout its kingdom
the sun’s need to be seen
and passion and beauty known
by all of mankind down below.
And I suffer the beauty in me
forced to witness disease
and the stop/start trails of pain and heartache
inexhaustibly present on earth
until [...]

Perhaps

25 September, 2007 | Love, Poetry | By: Helen Howell

There once was a girl who followed a dog
who followed a car up and over a hill
and I don’t know why she followed that dog;
perhaps there was love.
There once was a woman who followed a soul
who followed a heart to a place then unknown
and I don’t know why she followed that soul;
perhaps there was love.
There [...]

Together/apart

24 September, 2007 | Nature, Nature Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Sky looks down at the sea and the shore
in awe of the sea’s indomitable spirit
that keeps her rolling up and into
the depths of the one she adores.
Sun fuels the fire of passionate need
and watches the twist and turn of belief
that changes the sea from an unrivalled force
into the meek and hopelessly weak.
Moon sneaks into the [...]

At the edge of need

22 September, 2007 | Life, Poetry | By: Helen Howell

At the edge of a need
the sea waits patiently
for my approach and encroach
into the world of feel
like love on the perimeter
of innate desire
lingers around
the will of stubborn minds.

(Photograph by Frank Bennett, New Zealand)
A carpet of green and tall stately trees,
in the distance a shadow; perhaps [...]

A calling

22 September, 2007 | Love | By: Helen Howell

A calling now within the heart
to light the fire that once burnt low
because fortune smiles on he who loves
and pays dividends in kind.

Of fortune said the beggar man
I thought I’d found but then did lose
and spend now a sad and lonely time
with hands like weather spoons
dishing up the seasons
but not true sustenance.

Oh, ‘tis just the [...]

Fresh from the earth

21 September, 2007 | Dream, Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Night

21 September, 2007 | Inspirational, Poetry | By: Helen Howell

At ease

20 September, 2007 | Dream, Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Love Lives

20 September, 2007 | Love | By: Helen Howell

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