More Rumi

More Rumi

Listen to the Presences inside poems,
let them take you where they will.

Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.

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The Freshness- Rumi

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When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.

Flame (Poems From Yesteryear)

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The candle flame flickers
As I sit here and stare
Wondering if
You’re wondering where
I am
Or
Who
I am with
Or if
I’m thinking of you
As you think of me
Too.
I sit here staring
The candle flickers
Are you caring?
About me?
Like I care about you?
The candlelight flickers
Telling me…
You do.

Never Alone

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Lighting strikes
Breaking the silence
Sound so deafening
My breath catches
All alone
In the night sky
All alone
In the universe
You call my name
I hear
And smile
No boundaries
Can separate us.

by Tricia Chatterton (somewhere in the 90’s).  All Rights Reserved.

“Soldier” (Poems from Yesteryear)

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How to know
Which way to go
And whom
To go with
Social circles lead
But don’t plant the seed
Of who shall be
And who they shall be
With.
So, I pause and look
Unphased
Yet dazed
As I open another book
Waiting for that tap on the shoulder
To look and find
A beautiful soldier
To guard and protect… my heart.

Written by © Tricia Chatterton. All Rights Reserved. (somewhere in the 90’s)

“World Full of Color” (Poems From Yesteryear)

I’m beginning a new category (can’t get enough) titled “Poetry From Yesteryear.”  As I go through all of my sketchbooks from my twenties, I’m finding some interesting poetry.  It’s fascinating to see where I was emotionally and spiritually at that time… and how much life has changed since.  I begin my first in the series with…

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“World Full of Color”

I used to think life very clear

All black and white.

Years change me

Visions transform

Path becomes blurry

Too many choices

Revelation

Disintegration

Transformation

In a world full of color.

The Least Figure – Rumi

evagrassI tried to think of some way

to let my face become yours.

“Could I whisper in your ear

a dream I’ve had?  You’re the only one

I’ve told this to.”

You tilt your head, laughing,

as if, “I know the trick you’re hatching,

but go ahead.”

I am an image you stitch with gold thread

on a tapestry, the least figure,

a playful addition.

But nothing you work on is dull.

I am part of the beauty.