Today, I am cautiously introducing to you, Nora M. Parker, my night time poet pseudonym or perhaps my muse, and alter ego.

Although I have only published one of her poems here—something she reminds me often—I plan to include more of her night poems here in the near future.

I will warn you that she has a bit of an attitude. Without further ado, welcome Nora M. Parker to the blog…

When the Spirits are Restless

When the spirits are restless

You shall be, too.

Your bed is a machine

Whirring and tossing you.

Tangling sheets strangle your feet.

Your eyes on fire.

Apparitions from long ago

Make their presence known.

Jolted consciousness!

It’s Alice again

And you must drink the tea.

Hares and Queens tempt you

With their hijinks.

Beg the spirits to make haste

So you can befriend the moon again.

Tireless desire rest, rest, rest.

RAIN DROPS

Rain drops patter down

On my pain

Healing waters

Where drought had been

Nourishing

Quenching

Tear-shaped drops

Replenishing

Landscape of my heart

Wishing you a lovely Valentine’s day. Many say it is a Hallmark occasion and plastic but I say it’s what you make of it. Why not celebrate love?

This poem was written for me by my Beau in around 2005.

Sharing a poem I wrote a few months ago. If you’re feeling the grips of fear, and who isn’t currently, then I think you’ll enjoy this.

Unafraid

 
 Unafraid of the darkness
 Eagles perch in wait
 Watching our movements 
If we dare

 Swooping in delight
 They carry us afar
 Up, up to
Aquarius night star
 
We float upon
 Clouds like jelly
 Aspic on our tongues
 From melted lies we left behind
 
Our flight to the horizon
 On breadth of Eagle’s wings
 Lifts our spirits 
To unimaginable height

In the inky sky
 Older now
 We learn
 To soar not crawl
 
 Unafraid of the darkness
All fear subsides
As we fly above obstacles
That no longer block our lives

-Lisa Thomson Wells

   

I wrote this little poem as a challenge: Choose one element and write about it. I chose AIR and VERSE.

What element attracts you? Water, fire, earth or air? I tend toward water but Air is my birth sign…so I chose her.

Air is breath of life, our souls. It is the power harnessed to create energy. It is also the ‘mother of thought’ and corresponds to communication and the colors yellow and white.

God Stole Pink From the Sky Today

When I heard the news
You’re gone forever,
Sister, I stared into space
Shocked and in pain.
 
“God stole pink from the sky today,”
Is all I could think to say.
Your favorite lipstick color
Imprinted on my brain.
 
You used to say “Get on your broom
And fly over to see me.”
We’d laugh at our absurdity.
 
It’s true I looked to you
For comfort of your familiar face.
Maybe we didn’t always agree
But we turned to each other in times of misery.
 
Maternal losses only sisters comprehend.
The gravity of life, the frustration of not being heard
Again and again.
 
Your laugh always preceded you
Announcing your arrival in any place.
“Deb’s here,” we’d say—“the party can begin.”
 
Know that you are impossible to forget
The twinkle of laughter, the cry of your tears.
We went through this life together
Like a spiral still connected
In those empty spaces
Turned into years.

 God stole pink from the sky today
But soon I will see you in each and every sunset.
Raspberry-red wine, cloudy and glowing
Mirrors your memory
Forever in mine.
-LT-

My deep condolences go out from my heart, to my two nephews and one niece, in addition to three grand-nieces and one grand-nephew.

Inspired by the brief beauty of the season, I’ve penned “Prelude to Winter”. Enjoy her before winter pounces.

The lovely Balroop Singh’s new book of poetry, I’m happy to announce, is available for purchase this week! I can’t wait to delve into this one! She has generously put it on sale until the end of the week. Help me congratulate Balroop on her newest book of poetry, Magical Whispers.