Fallen – A Thanksgiving Poem
Rust, yellow, brown
Life becomes death
Fallen leaves, withering trees
Spirit sleeps within.
The earth sleeps countless dreams
The heart beats a million thanks
To live to die, to die to live
Spirit lives within.
A thankful heart
Fallen to Earth
Asleep in rusts
Alive, still, rests.
Spirit blesses the earth below
Awakes the heart
the sleeping soul
from dusk till dawn.
Photo by M.A.D.
Crimson Miracle
Shriveled leaf, sunrise gone
Shriveled life, blue moon shone
Risen anew, ashes to dust
Wind gentle blows, caressing soul.
Cycle of perfect harmony
A thankful heart beats on
Season of crimson miracles
To live, to die, and be reborn.
Photo by MAD
Today I share an inspirational image of a cluster of roses among thorns. I took this picture one summer. Sometimes an image inspires a poem. This picture inspired this one. I hope you become inspired by the image as well.
Miracles Abound
Lonely soul, scattered dreams
tears of sorrow, never seen.
Cast the shadows in the mist
dark of hours, felt within.
Search for light, where not seen
look for love, deep within.
Sorrow blasts a creation act
Miracles abound in your backyard.
Nestled by thorns, shade, and morass
your light awaits, to bloom, to shine.
Pure white flower, fragrant soul
Miracles abound, right by your side.
Covered by thorns, beauty asleep
ready to sprout the seed within
Atlantis lost, Eden bestow
Where there is hope a bloom will show.
SUNRISE SOULS
The Dinorah Chronicles came to an end with Sunrise Souls. This last book wrapped up the ongoing story; however, each book was written in a way that you do not need to read the first one to know what is going on. Each book stands for itself. Here’s a little bit about Sunrise Souls,
As the Sunrise Souls awake to embrace the decoding of a new dawn – a new era for Earth and its inhabitants – a prophecy unveils. Dinorah Sandbeck, half-human and half-Anarth, leads the decoding of a new Earth. As it was written, “Sunrise Souls, embrace your essence, and in doing so, fulfill the prophecy of a new dawn, the birth of the New Earth – 000.
I would like to dedicate this post to the Anarths, characters who I fell in love with while writing them. At the end of the book, I dedicated a poem to these characters. It is written from an Anarth’s point of view. I would like to share it in this post.
Anarth Song
Among humanity I dwell
I carry the burden of Cain
His legacy divided men
Earth enveloped in a blanket of pain.
One life to live a thousand times
Serving the good of humankind
To protect and serve, no end in sight
As long as Earth gives birth to right.
God’s seed, the righteous one
The good, the pure, the kind of heart
For it I fight, a thousand times
Eternal battle of flesh divine.
Divine and soul of flesh becomes
Thrown into Earth, duty my sword
For humankind the oath I take
I give my life, my sword, eternal fate.
Will I write about Anarths again? I don’t know the answer. It is their call.
A poem.
Intellectual Filth
Hate, war, pestilence, blood, deceit …
The legacy of human beings.
Oh God, why create such intellectual filth?
Nature does not need this sickness within.
The more I think, the more I see,
Faith slowly morphs into pain, hopeless disbelief.
Thin needles slowly prick a cold blue heart,
Bleeding its love, ice melts divine.
Oh God, why save such impure hearts?
Isn’t Earth better without virus-man?
Why not clean Earth, wipe us all out?
Have you ever thought of taking us out?
With a heavy heart a true voice I heard,
Buried deep in ice, breaking through mind’s cares.
“Many times I thought of doing just that,
Then I saw the one carrying a just heart.”
“Oh Child, there I saw
My early gifts bestowed,
Love, peace, compassion, trust, hope…
The pain and desire for a better world.”
“Love thriving in one changed a multitudes fate,
Then the one I sent with divine intent.”
“Pure love made flesh, the ultimate gift,
Myself wrapped in him to wipe all the sin.”
Oh God, nothing changed, I still see the same.
Destruction, pain, and so much hate.
I close my eyes to not awake,
Hoping not to see another such day.
“Oh child of mine, your cares I see.
I see the pain, the heart within.”
“If only you would let Him in,
The love you need will pour right in.”
Oh God, you know the world is not me,
The love of one enough won’t be.
Maybe it is best to let me be,
I close my eyes; I rest in peace.
“Oh child of mine, did not I say,
That for the one my love remained?”
“The virus-man Love inoculates,
Today I listened, and you I heard.”
A poem.
Photo by M.A.D.
My Cloud
I saw my life in a cloud,
painful memories within.
Hurt and pain, erased filaments of the soul,
Locked up tightly without hope.
I saw my life in a cloud,
passing by so fast, remote.
I saw myself as a child,
The adult I have become.
I saw my name in a cloud,
called aloud by beauty, white.
Aloofness turning to trust,
Forgiveness gave in to Love.
I saw myself in a cloud,
years of pain turned upside down,
by a dream pristine so clear,
that I could believe was real.
I saw my life in a cloud,
Beginning, between, no end.
As white blanket dissipates,
Angel mine, at the end awaits.
Poetic rant.
Photo by M.A.D.
Bovine Rant
It was at times when I did not follow the herd that I was ignored.
At times when I walked to the beat of my tune that no one heard my voice.
When I painted my picture that eyes were shut.
When I opened my door that other shut theirs.
It was at times when I disagreed, that silence befell.
The rest of the time, the pasture was green.
It was the hardest lesson I understood,
Stepping into my journey did not make me bad,
And refusing to judge got me out of the barn.
Maria Antonia Diaz
Wishing all a Happy Holiday Season. I will be back on January. In the meantime, I leave you with this Christmas poem I just wrote. I hope you enjoy it.
The Gift
A snowflake shimmers
Falling down to Earth
A blanket of purity
Awaiting a birth.
Far away a star twinkles bright the night,
Diamonds on velvet
The firmament shines,
Announcing King, Child.
The hay in the manger
Keeps Majesty warm,
While chorus of Angels
Sing quiet nearby.
A mother and father
Observe with delight,
A Savior from heaven,
Their innocent child.
Whenever you see a snowflake, a star
Or nested the Earth in the eyes of a child,
Think of Heaven’s Love
For you, wrapped up on that night.
Love,
Inkspeare
Photo by M.A.D.
I am an observer of life by nature. Even as a child, I spent hours in solitude observing and thinking (according to my mom). While going to my physical therapy sessions, I have been able to meet and observe many of the people working very hard to heal their body. This experience inspired this poem.
Eternal Fibers of the Soul
Broken promises, broken dreams
Broken bones, broken links.
Stretched fibers of the soul,
Ligaments of faith, wisdom, and hope.
Pieces coming together,
Bits of healing, bits of pain,
Bursts of living, crying, hustling
Not in vain.
Crooked steps,
Blind hope turns to faith,
Reviewed, renewed, redone,
Outstretched but not undone.
Eternal soul
Fibers of humanity
Flesh and bones
All in one, one in all.
