Poetry

Welcome to my personal poetry page . When I'm not busy painting and creating cards, for a change in pace, I write poetry and prose. This is my sharing page. I write on many topics. I will try to offer at least one or two poems per month. I hope you enjoy your visit. As always, I welcome your comments.

LOVE

I am a Lake on the desert plain and

the Omnicient Protector.

I am Victory at battles end and

the Eye of the Eagle

I flow as an invisible water.

I am the fertility Source...

yet, I often retreat, though I am of myself

an inherent wisdom.

To be possessed or to possess?

I shall be the property of none-

For I must be One

to fill and claim my native home.

When I am found,

the Light of Day, fruitfulness

and prosperity abound!

For God's light will be gleaned

in my Eagle Eye and my mystic power

will hurtle from my bow

casting a breath

into the Tree of Life.

Martha Meshberg

I Hail Thee

I hail thee,

Oh, Master Sadness of the world,

drowning in the ocean of thy

disconsolate words...

I hear thee set thyself apart

saying thou art a stranger

in these parts...or do

the regions of imprisoned hell

be the grounds

we all must dwell?

I see thee burdoned

by the digging of a grave-

I see thee alone-

and thou knowest not

there are those awake.

I give thee a clue:

He lives not far o'er cloudbanks,

but closer than a life vein,

inside of the hibernating soul .

He will not descend, but arise,

as a wick

to be lit by thy heart,

as a flame....

Oh, Master Sadness

all is not lost-

It deems thee not to reach-eth out,

but doth deem thee

to reach-eth within!

Martha Meshberg

Shadows on the Wall

Existing like a shadow

on the wall-

an illusion made

visible

only by the light,

darkened reflections

leave no trace of the real...

as the golden sun disappears

behind the revolving earth.

Night, the harbinger and theater

of dreams,

offers mysterious

and illumined answers

reflected upon an alternating

and opposite screen.

Matter, steadfast,

blocks the outspreading rays

beneath the cloudless sky...

For what is real

cannot be seen...

'lest one unites with

the timeless, immortal

and placeless

light.

Martha Meshberg

Wing-ed Horse

I shall harken to love's music

and arise upon it's uplifting theme,

pondering ecstatic moments

as a Muse riding a wing-ed horse.

Let me soar through life... solaced,

as an apprentice of the sublime

and confine my journey

to the outer reaches

of uncharted space and time.

Martha Meshberg

First Knight...

Indeed, you speak

from the depths of longing

for an encouraging word...

and yet, as an impatient apprentice,

challenge the "masters"

to a reckless duel.

Beating the bushes, you flush

and rouse the wary birds...Look,

One may see them suddenly fleeing

from their silent, hiding shade!

Of "age", this captured one cares not,

But that the fledgling speaks from the heart.

Of "critique", she feels it best

to push young birds, well raised

but independent, from the protective nest

to find their wings soaring upon

the favoring substance

of encouragement and friendship's lift.

Of "argument"...?

The Muse may reflect and say:

Such rhetoric holds no positive, creative power,

but is detrimental and the opposite of growth...

'Tis better then, to keep the mouth

quite shut

and the mind free and openly clear

to secure the proper, searching balance

one doth eagerly seek

to write of truth, my dear.

Be not afraid, nor perplexed.

Then, speak of your thoughts

on another's offering, tempering

your words with thoughtful care,

holding others as akin to the longings

of your innermost self...

and your interest will be doubly returned.

Martha Meshberg