Poetry - Uni Verse

some sing to all hearts
some ring gently in the soul
some just barely hum

ephemeral words
poems haiku story prose
universe one song

Bound

more and more seekers
found enlightenment the fey's
fondest dreams achieved

second sight became
second nature perilous
gift bound in duty

Hurricane

nature reduced us
to rubble time and again
just water and wind

Fall begins

brown leaves cling to life
loathe to leave their lofty perch
roots await their warmth

sustenance for growth
shared dream of next year's greening
spring's awakening

astride i fly

astride a horse hooves
kicking clouds I rode the sky
thunder in my wake

Seti's chronicles 2025

before the christians
stole our days and ways bent them
for their own purpose,

one by one they slew
driving spears through innocent
hearts in their god's name

matriarchs would not
bend knee nor deny nature
and so forests burned
.

The cave

How often have we
been sent back to the cave through
millennia picked

ourselves up began
again but this time prepared
might avoid the caves

Footfall

she heard the footfall
of war on the horizon
ancient battle call

long hidden heartbeat
of human intolerance
our grave silent spring

Just be

authenticity
successes key to all things
dandelions thrive

We cannot go back

chadak could send us
back to inquisition's flames
so the wyse called out

millisande answered
ruse rehearsed, wands at ready
all answered the call

Wired for pleasure

wired for pleasure
drinking deeply wherever
verdant grasses grow

memory savors
ephemeral sensation
of bare feet on verge

If a tree falls...

there is a reason
diarists address entries
kitty - audience

however abstract
it matters that an ear hears
else trees fall unheard

Facades

folded hands facade
for distorted holy script
bigots masquerade

they shout fie heathen
burn the witches not our kind
religious bigots

Perchance to Dream

beyond the thin pane
rain falls in steady rhythms
and my pen races


fresh Jack laced coffee
close at hand as my mind soars
giving form to dreams

Jade - Character study

She wore black

a cat-suit with cloak;

a long skirt with boots;

black jeans and black silk poets blouse,

with no relief save a belt,

now gold, now silver.

her waist, so slender,

the glint of precious metal small relief

for such a somber canvas.

asked, she always replied the same,

"I wear my clothes, they don't wear me."

Days

days run together
denying that bothers
solves nothing at all

sameness hurts the flow
life stagnates souls do weather
springtime hie thee hence
d

Song

nightly serenade
cicadas birds wind in trees
winter dead ahead

Spare change

day after day flown
recalled now as memories
caught in the mind's eye

frivolously spent
from youth's abundant pocket
mortality picks

Precarious

tall pedestal child
no smaller now you are grown
yet earth is closer

Hold on

don't complain never
explain nor say dreams out loud
winds blow them away

Once

would that I were nine
or even ten again then
I'd know who I am

Cup of ambition (homage to Arlie)

some are coffee nights
mornings I find night’s remnants
black coal in the bowl

some are coffee days
shower, dress, coffee go-mug
no readable grounds

Familiar Things

I have pictures of him sitting on the glass coffee table; or the one on the balcony next to the porch swing, I have anther of him sitting on the desk with my old glasses and journal and my favorite fat pen.  I have another one sharing space with cat Sabrina on my all-to-cluttered desk late at night lit by an old lamp.  He filled with a little Texas tea and my cat deep in slumber my only company as my pen races  the dawn that heralds a new day’s duty and bustle of the necessaries that take me from this, my aerie.

Stardate 050407-countdown to some beach some where

Written the day Saks Corporate closed it's doors, and I was headed to the beach for a well-deserved idyll.

Stardate 050407 Countdown - one day to some beach some where

Come ride with me along the sand,
where dusk sits easy on the land.
Feel her presence close at hand –
the guardian Naiad of the strand

© Perle Champion 5/4/07

Night

dark the hole we dig
when night obscures tunnel's end
then flees sun's rising

Journey

for love seek fight die
logic here does not apply
roses bloom through snow

Let go

what you hold too close
loses air suffocates dies
I died killed no more

Ride the Wind

Morgaine sister mine
our kind since time out of mind
ride the seasons' winds

Between

where the castle keep
meets the tree between the worlds
fall weeps yellow leaves

Looking back

recall the past yes
call it back again cannot
change it not ever

Magic 101

strands of magic threads
of power by my hand wove
the milky way's path