Unwinding souls resting in memory;
Silent dreams of forgotten words.
The mist rises
By obscuring truth.
Obscured by rising mists,
The words forgotten;
Of dreams;
Silent memories in rest.
Souls unwound.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Author Archive
Mists: A Ketek (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #6) Leave a comment
Without You (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #5) Leave a comment
In dreams, I hear you call to me
Awake, I watch you leave.
And so all day,
I pass away
In silence as I grieveThe memories still comfort me
Your absence breaks my heart
And so I cry,
And slowly die,
Each day we are apart.I feel your warmth embracing me
But then the chill draws near
I feels so cold,
I feel so old,
Each year you aren’t here.Until the day your next to me
And through each day your gone
I’ll think of you
In all I do
And try to carry on.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Free (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #4) Leave a comment
Another lie lays on its side
And hears the truths that I confide.
Alone, in my protective shell,
Protected by the lies I tell.
Within it’s walls, I can be me
And show the truths I long to be.Until it’s time to step outside.
Until it’s time, once more, to hide.
I’ll bring my masks and lies to sell
Day after day, and do it well.
Present this stoic face you see
Keep myself under lock and key.Day in, day out, just like the tide,
I’ll keep my true self deep inside.
But when I sit alone and dwell
And hide from interpersonal hell.
I’ll float in my internal sea;
Among it’s waves, I can be free.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Morning Shower (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #3) Leave a comment
Wash away the dreams and nightmares,
And soak in the morning warmth.
Scrub your mind with idle thoughts
And condition yourself to new possibilities.
Rinse away your fears,
Pat dry your worries,
And start of your day right
– Shaman Romney 2021
Choices: A Ketek (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #2) Leave a comment
Decidedly,
I find myself pondering
Choices.
Pondering my self,
I found I decided.
– Shaman Romney 2021
PS: Rules for a Ketek here.
Praxis (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #1) Leave a comment
No poetry this month
I think I've writ enough
I think I'll do my taxes,
and other boring stuff
Thats just the thing I'd say
Since there is no other way
To exercise some praxis
On this April Fool's day.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Summer Rain (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #30) Leave a comment
Summer rains cleanse the mind
Leaving stains and blemish behind
Finding relaxation and calm
Soothed by falling water’s balm
So kiss the cloudy skies
And let the rain fall from your eyes
For when the storm is through
A better day will spring anew
– SR Romney 2020
Unexplored (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #29) Leave a comment
Living in-between dreams
Dancing in between destinies
Skipping over the strings of fate
Carving your own path
Standing at a fork in the road
Cut a trail through the mountain
Pick the road never travelled
And make all the difference
– SR Romney 2020
Hiding (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #28) Leave a comment
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
Always smiling and abiding,
Much of life is spent in hiding.
So I write these words for guiding
And leave you with a thought that lingers:
Much of life is spent in hiding;
Time is sand that runs through fingers.
– SR Romney 2020
Mirror, Mirror (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #27) Leave a comment
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Is there reason to it all?
Does pride go before the fall?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.Mirror, mirror, that I see,
Is this all that’s meant for me?
Is this what I’m meant to be?
Mirror, mirror, that I see.Mirror, mirror, in my sight,
On this foul, accursed night
Show me which path is the right!
Mirror, mirror, in my sight.Mirror, mirror, in my mind,
Do not leave me waiting blind.
Lie, and I’ll respond in kind,
Mirror, mirror, in my mindMirror, mirror, lying broke.
Fie on the foul truth you spoke;
Unsettling stirrings you awoke!
Mirror,mirror, lying broke.Mirror, mirror, fade to dust.
Final feelings of disgust.
All achievements turned to rust.
Mirror, mirror, fade to dust.Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Of a kingdom once stood tall.
Now a final, fitting pall.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
– SR Romney 2020
Shame on The Universe 