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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Category: Love

I love

10 March, 2010 | Love, Love Poems | By: Helen Howell

I love the feel of summer rain
in fall upon my brow
each drop a lover’s sweet caress,
each drip a timeless vow.
I love the feel of rising sun
that fuels my memory
and the night that holds just so
my wishes and my dreams.
I love the feel of autumn wind
around my weariness
like an order to about-face
and endure a woman’s [...]

The foolish

27 December, 2009 | Life, Love | By: Helen Howell

Ten, thirty, forty, fifty. but more
words of the foolish into the bin
for overtaken they are by the pain
of no love today.
There are no words now for the truth
follows the words into “nowhere”
from whence they surprisingly came
to spin webs of deceit and lies
in the heart of one so inclined
to believe in the wisdom of love.
The wisdom [...]

The rebuff

19 November, 2009 | Love, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

The tune of love played hauntingly
for many a day undisturbed
until the seriousness of a rebuff
made of the ears non-working organs.
But everyone knows the ears aren’t soul
and soul still listens and sings along
like an uncontrollable wilful child
while the parent wails and bemoans
its complete and utter inability
to produce what the world expects.
The parent in time knows to [...]

Second chances

19 November, 2009 | Life, Love | By: Helen Howell

Summer’s glory a thing of the past
not destined to ere come again
while clouds of grey, rain and hail,
stand full on life’s centre stage.
I shiver sometimes for it shouldn’t be
that summer bows out to winter
and brings back again the intolerable
like karma not yet resolved.
It’s an evil trick that makes me think
heaven chastises the meek
when really it’s [...]

The maze

13 November, 2009 | Inspirational Poetry, Love | By: Helen Howell

Love comes at its own time
and takes us from the mundane
into the extraordinary
but to see it, feel it, know it,
not for the feint hearted.
The heart needs strength and fortitude
and the will to survive
through loss and grief and circumstance
that twists its path into a maze
with seemingly no exit.
But the exit’s there with every turn
for every corner [...]

Ordinary love

16 August, 2009 | Love, Spiritual | By: Helen Howell

Not yet but soon to be a prince
the one who dubbed his mother “queen”
and served her with the humbleness
of ordinary love.
It is and always has been
the core of ordinary
that begets a wave unleashed
upon the population
because one of all and everything
divides, divides, divides,
and then multiplies
to crash upon the shore
of the unaware.
But the wave no soothing murmur
to [...]

Amazed!

10 August, 2009 | Life Poems, Love | By: Helen Howell

She didn’t stop to look amazed
at the progress of the flame
from slow to fast and furious,
from loving to indifferent,
and from belief into the chasm
of uncertainty.
Instead she stopped to look amazed
at the wind of happenstance
that reduces love’s tall stature
to the likeness of
liquid candle wax.
Breathe! She breathes and yet the wind
moves quickly out from deep within
into [...]

Love

10 June, 2009 | Love, Spiritual | By: Helen Howell

Love is unable and cannot, will not,
bind man to land for eternity
but rather allows a soul to evolve
beyond the confines of human existence.
Immortality is the promise of love,
pretenders will not be granted entry,
but how do we qualify, what must we do,
to receive and enjoy such a wonderful gift?
Some have limits to how much they give,
some [...]

The Perimeter

23 May, 2009 | Love, Spiritual | By: Helen Howell

A sadness o’er lays the glory of days
and nights become darker than dark
in the knowing that love’s energy
remains confined and restricted
to only the perimeter
of skin, fat, muscle, bone.
It cannot creep in to the mind of men
or into the heart of women
unless its presence is made known
in the most strangest of ways.
It can’t ever be part [...]

The memory of love

15 May, 2009 | Love, Love Poems | By: Helen Howell

They’re back again upon the bough
that once tall, vibrant, proud,
portrayed a greatness way beyond
my simple understanding.
I reached upward in need and awe;
how can it be they do not leave
that which now stands so forlorn
unadorned, un-beautified?
And so it is that naturally
seasons offer grief and grace
and all who stay the manner, means,
of inciting memory.
“Remember, remember!”
Birds aren’t [...]

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