This Is Who I Am

 I call to thee,
The clouds and the sea,
The blue sky my alibi
As I lie in the reeds,
Hidden in the dunes,
Waves at my feet,
Gulls crying out, stoic sentinels
Waiting to nip the scuttling crabs -
They scatter the breeze,
And I call to thee,
Fluid rhythm of being in the now,
At one with the Sun, the sand, the scallop shells,
All memories gone, all thoughts tamed,
This is who I am, nothing yet everything,
Silent yet vibrating,
Vibrating yet silent,
The pulse of the Earth my heart,
The sky above my Soul,
This is who I am…
 
This is who I am. 
 

Dena L Moore
March 11, 2024

A Traveler in the Shadows

 My heart burns,
Volcanic intensity rising,
A cauldron of desire, liquid fire
To be one -
Echoes of energy cross in tidal pools,
Fiery waves, brilliant white light -
Can you hear me?
Shifting patterns as I turn,
Seeking that connection of unity
Once lost, now lost again
But I’m not on my knees, no,
My heart burns -
I am alone here, a wanderer
Amongst the glitter of Stars,
A traveler in the shadows of Giants,
Seen but not seen, known but not known,
A solitary Spirit bursting to contain
The Universe.
 

Dena L Moore
Feb 17, 2024

No Turning Back

The whispering of the trees,
A rustling language, leaves in the breeze,
And I wander, Oh, how I wander,
Peaceful in my distress,
Lost within my knowing -
There’s no turning back.
 
Sunlight streams through the branches,
A kiss from the Heavens
Tempering my Spirit,
Readying me for the horizon’s gaze,
The summit of my adventure
When light fades to night

And the stars are silent.

Dena L Moore
December 28, 2022 

Toward the Light

Two Souls touch -
Fragments of memories,
A thousand petaled lotus unfolding

Its face to the Sun,
Roots embedded deep,
So deep in the murky waters below…

A twilight kiss and we are swimming
In those waters, soft silt rising up around us,
Petals closing in, a soft embrace of faith,

          Patience,

Trust,

A Knowing -
We will unfold, once again, toward the Light.

 
Dena L Moore

June 21, 2021

A Song of Ancients

 I sing to thee,
Wind through trees
Caressing you in your absence -
A ghost in the willow softly sighing,
A crane calling out across the marsh…
 
Revelation echoes, a glimpse,
This song of ancients,
A harp and lyre,
My voice a silent choir
Drifting quietly across the sea
 
Oh, how I sing to thee!
Earth, Wind, Fire, Water -
A shape-shifting melody.
 
Dena L Moore
May 20, 2021

A Volunteer Awakened

The wind whispers silently, no rustling of leaves,
All branches bare, winding ever skyward -
I hear the silence of the breeze, it beckons,
A wave of energy guiding my pulse,
Each step forward blind but certain,
Each star a guidepost glowing gently galaxies away .
 

I am anchored here, a torch in the darkness,
Drawing down the brilliance of the Heavens -
A volunteer awakened, I embrace my oneness with
The green of the grass, the rush of the waves to shore,
The delicate whispers of the wind, the vibration of the crystals,
I am awake, alive, aligned,
 
At peace in my new ancient home.
 
Dena L Moore
November 27, 2021

 

 

 

 

I Let Go, Wings Still

You move through me, a pulse,
Flickering flame, ethereal yet firm -

Transmutation,

And I’m flying, wings of fire spread

Across the Cosmos, growing larger as I glide,

Wind funneling through,

I can see forever, alternate dimensions,

Purple skies, turquoise rivers wind like snakes,

Galaxies glimmering just within reach,

I let go, wings still -

The fire dies and I hover, an eternity passes,

Heartbeat dancing ancient rhythms -

The breath of my breath,

In and out,

A wave, inhale, exhale,

Feet to Earth once again,

Arms stretched toward the Heavens,

Attuned to the Universe,

Vibrating,

You are the lightning strike,

Grounded.

Dena L Moore

October 30, 2021

A Dragonfly Floating

 I linger in the garden, fingers trailing trellis,
Bare feet dodging pebbles amidst swells of mud,
Drops stagnant yet glistening on languid leaves,
A dragonfly floating -
Iridescent glimmer, a reflection of my thoughts
Darting to and fro,
Landing only for a half second, off again
Circling memories, such fragrant flowers,
Once so alive, bursting with color,
Plumeria on the bush
Now plucked and strung,
A lei left too long, lying in the Sun.
 
Dena L Moore
October 12, 2021

 The Wall Broken
 
Abyss of uncertainty, the great black hole,
Jagged memories shifting, light-speed,
Unredeemable,
The sense of falling yet standing still,
This is my heart,
How it beats into the void of emotion,
Drowning in the currents, flowing ever faster,
No sense of bearing, or the ability to catch myself,
Lack of solidarity, no earth below,
No ocean, no trees, no black sand beaches,
Where I long to go,
No.
 
Lack of intention, a falsehood mentioned,
Yet I know the truth -
The reaper reaps, as fragments cascade upon one another,
Destroying the foundation, the wall broken, rocks tumbling
Dead weight into…a darkness so dark,
 Indescribable
Black shroud pulled back, tied in place, the fierce beating -
Death approaching.
Disembodied thoughts fight for dominance,
Scattered into space…uncontainable, destructive,
And I fall swiftly back into that place,
Where only I can go.
No…
 
 
Dena L Moore
March 21, 2021

Gathering Strength

Gathering Strength

 He came, the Destroyer,
Malevolent masked beast digging tunnels,
Scorching earth,
No…no turning back, no rescue forthcoming,
Forlorn but never broken…almost, ah, yes…
Almost

No turning back from this,

But not quite.
The canopy gone, branches bare,
Exposed,
But roots, how deep they run, reaching
Down…so far down where he can’t reach,
The flames can’t reach, can’t go below
Where the tendrils grow…no.

Dipped into the underground waters,
Gathering strength,
Growing in the dark,
In my secret sacred place I am safe,
Safe as I have always been, bending, yes,
Bending…but

My mind does not break.

Dena L Moore
August 5, 2020

 

 

Blue Lotus - updated

I come to you
As I always do, slip into the temple
Where we first kissed;
Our secret space still breathes,
The energy alive, vibrant with our hunger
Pulsating Blue Lotus -
Yes, I am yours.

Left with the memories
Of Blue on Red,
Upper and Lower,
We merge, galaxy within galaxy -
You, the river carving new pathways,
I, the bank capturing your waters,
Still wild, still contained

And I come to you, as I always do,
I slip into our temple,
Our Sacred place,
Still alive, Silent yet vibrating,
You are there, yes, you are always there,
Waiting…
Pulsating Blue Lotus -

I am still yours.

 

Dena L Moore
June 29, 2020 

 

 

 

Blue Lotus

I come to you

As I always do, slip into the temple

Where we first kissed;

Our secret space still breathes,

The energy alive, vibrant with our hunger

Pulsating Blue Lotus -

Yes, I am yours.

Dena L Moore

June 15, 2020

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Homo cogitat, Deu indicat

I feel I shall implode or evaporate. The complexities of my thoughts are enigmatic and sullen, intense and quiet. There are no tears, no, and no words to express my mood. I do not want to analyze it nor do I want to fall into the black cloud that awaits. Many things are running through my mind, many so quickly they could never be captured. How I long for the calm of the past few weeks. I have begun a poem (as all decidedly tortured souls do) but it is thus far 3 lines:

I sigh into you,
A deep caress of the soul outbound
Entering the flesh of the world in near-silence

That is all and anything more would be forced. So here I am typing away to myself in search of...what? A drop of wisdom...a theory...some type of viewpoint to cling to? Or do I simply need to save myself or calm my mind? Winds and torrential rain, damp earth, and the scent of the past. This and nothing more. All that is. The earth and the sky, the music of lightning, of worms moving through soil...

How I wonder what it would be like to be a more simple person...to crave less, to cherish more. To accept the 'lot' given and not be driven, ceaselessly driven to be more, to give more, to live more. To not have bouts of existential angst.

And two more lines:

I sigh into you,
A deep caress of the soul outbound
Entering the flesh of the world in near-silence,
A potent mist embalmed, a forgotten shadow
Dedicated to fields of glory, blood-stained.

This too shall pass.

Homo cogitat, Deu indicat

Don't ever forget it.

Is love so fragile...

I'm in yet another sort of soft and romantic of mood...so I will share the lyrics to one of the most enduring love songs (duet) ever...love it. I have also posted a new poem on the website that I like quite a bit - Wild and Windswept

Leather & Lace
Stevie Nicks & Don Henley

Is love so fragile...
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...
Impossible to follow
Youre saying I'm fragile... I try not to be
I search only... for something I can't see

I have my own life... and I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door

Lovers forever... face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather...
Take from me... my lace

You in the moonlight
With your sleepy eyes
Could you ever love a man like me
And you were right
When I walked into your house
I knew I'd never want to leave
Sometimes I'm a strong man
Sometimes cold and scared
And sometimes I cry
But that time I saw you
I knew with you to light my nights
Somehow Id get by
First time I saw you
I knew with you to light my nights
Somehow I would get by

Lovers forever... face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather...
Take from me... my lace

Lovers forever... face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you to stay
Give to me your leather
Take from me... my lace
Take from me... my lace
Take from me... my lace

Poker Face and A poem

I'm a rambler tonight...let me mention, before I forget, that a poem finally erupted out of me this morning and is posted on the site: Water and Stone, Ice and Flame

Ahhh...well, I have no one to talk to and I am sooooo chatty. Poor Sonja is hurting and I wore her out the past two nights with my jabber...we had a great Astro-chat though. At least I didn't keep her up until 3 am last night for once. I am supposed to be working but I don't feel like it. I went out to lunch with my two lovely sisters - first time in a very long time it was just us - and had a good talk and that sort of set the current mood. But who am I kidding, I woke up needing to communicate, and out popped the poem. Tonight is 'movie night' with Gare, so that will be nice. He just came over and I made him listen to Poker Face and he said he hates it. LOL He always says he hates stuff and then I catch him singing it later on.

Not sure if I put any vacation photos in the blog yet (and can't check without publishing) so I think I will share a few. The 3rd is Cold Mountain (taken from the Blue Ridge Parkway), which is the mtn we stayed on. The 2nd is Looking Glass Falls in the Pisgah National Forest. The 1st is a very erotic statue/fountain of Persephone I found on a walk in Charleston. I have so many more pics, just haven't made them small enough to share yet. I've promised my friends on myspace to get them around but that hasn't happened!!





Love in the darkness...let's dance

The song of the sea...it calls to me

Today is a creative day...I felt it the moment my eyes opened this morning. A dreamy haze-like day but one in which I must also work and conquer a few things in preparation for a difficult day tomorrow. So I began my day with a poem, which I have already posted on the site, called No Thunderous Dance. Then I read several poems, finally settling on two by Sara Teasdale (is is Sarah with an h or without? I've seen it both ways!). The one on the website is her work "Come" - short but strong. And below is "Ebb Tide"...I may have shared this one before!

Ebb Tide

When the long day goes by
And I do not see your face,
The old wild, restless sorrow
Steals from its hiding place.

My day is barren and broken,
Bereft of light and song,
A sea beach bleak and windy
That moans the whole day long.

To the empty beach at ebb tide,
Bare with its rocks and scars,
Come back like the sea with singing,
And light of a million stars.

Sarah Teasdale


My mind has been playing with an image of Persephone I saw in Charleston a few days ago - a bronze statue - that I really liked a lot. I am not yet sure what will come from this image but it is symbolic and touching something within that should arise in some form, be it a memory or a poem or some other creative work. Despite the seeming importance, I only took one photo! Luckily it turned out all right :D

I'm in a place where all things seem tinted with a touch of gold and pink, at least within myself, for the moment. I am not sure if I am happy or sad or in a state of inner peace, no matter how temporary. But I go to the chiro soon and then must come back down to Earth and get busy with what must be done, no matter how boring or mundane.

Sea Stealing Shore...plus...

I am trying out this audio poetry thing...it is taking a lot of disk space on the website so I think I will have to just do a few then switch them out instead of building a big vocal library. Or...I can fork out more money monthly for more space but as my poetry doesn't really bring in much money it doesn't make fiscal sense. lol Well if I take off some of the photos I will have more room for the audio stuff. It's an experiment.

My latest poem is called "Sea Stealing Shore" and is currently posted on the website, both in written and audio form.

I'm juggling several new things all at once, some exciting and some blah...we will see how my new projects turn out. I am always full of ideas but unfortunately I am only one person and can't even begin to take advantage of all that blossoms in my mind. Sometimes I wish I could clone myself but then we'd all try to be in charge of each other, LOL No, not good, not good at all!

Destruction

New Poem up on the website, Destruction

Not very social today, may chat more later :)

Down with the sickness...

Here I am, pieced back together for the time being and making the most of it, lol. I've been listening to a lot of music and dancing today...it's frustrating that I cannot do all I used to be able to do physically. I used to be able to dance nonstop for hours and being very flexible, I've always been able to move in just about any way I have wanted. I haven't tried it out much in the past few years due to my injuries but today I really wanted to get some bottled up energy out and find that I am much more stiff in some joints than I would like to be, than I used to be! And that is with doing yoga (though I admit not as consistently as I should). So...that was a little disappointing but I will keep working with it and see if I can loosen it up a little.

And - Surprise! - I've written a new poem. I often write when listening to music and have found amazingly that the Rome Soundtrack works great when channeling, even when in chat with clients. It's all good. I've decided I will list out the songs that I listened to while creating the new poem (which I may go over a few more times - we'll see)...I'm not sure if what I'm listening to reflects what comes out of me or if what is in me determines what to listen to.

Music, in order played:

Down with the Sickness - Disturbed
Thunderstruck - AC/DC
Over - Sugarcult
Apologize - OneRepublic
What do I have to do - Stabbing Westward
Broken - Seether
Undead - Hollywood Undead

And the poem, which may be reworked - it also loses some of it's form here in the blog. The lines in italics should be indented but it won't allow it on here:

Blistered Cage

Blistered cage - come inside -
Oh, come…come…frightened and ashen,
Won’t you come?
The gate’s locked but you have the key
(it’s melting in this heat);
I’m waiting inside, in the flames,
Your paranoid tormentor chained,
Blistered, bleeding, reveling in the pain.
This is your Keep, your thorny field,
The crash of the waves against sand…

The bars of solitude enclose me - I’m a beast
Snarling and growling, panicking in the fire,
It licks around me
(like your lips)
And I’m drowning, drowning…floundering,
Going down on my knees, hands clasped
Around the iron, smelting, fused and needy,
Trapped in this blistered cage…
You’re frightened and ashen,
Losing the key, melting in the heat,

Won’t you come?

Dena L Moore
November 19, 2008

This blog helps me release some things...I just can't be bottled up, held back, or repressed any longer...it just can't be done, or maybe I just refuse to do it?? Not sure, but I was thinking about the last time I got to play with Saturn along all my planets and I have to say, heartbreak or no, MUCH worse things happened back when I was 11 than now. So I will smile and send him my love in silence.

Let's try this again...

As some of you know, I recently deleted my poetry blog...I have several reasons for why I deleted it but none of which I feel like publicly sharing. Today I am in a "I don't give a F*ck" mindset so here I am, ready to try again. I've lost some very nice posts and comments, but I'm growing used to losing things in my world. Eventually nothing will be that big of a deal as I let go and "let God(dess)."

I have a new poem up called "In Wood Like Stone." I hope you enjoy it, it is an offering of my current emotional crisis and heartache.