Light’s Leviathan

Lucia Tyson ©

Lights Leviathan

“In every age and cycle He hath, through the splendorous light shed by the Manifestations of His wondrous Essence, recreated all things, so that whatsoever reflecteth in the heavens and on the earth the signs of His glory may not be deprived of the outpourings of His mercy, nor despair of the showers of His favors. How all-encompassing are the wonders of His boundless grace!”

Bahá’u’lláh, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u’llah

Outpourings in darkness
                       soul frames longing
                         lost, lassoing,
                            looking 
                                twisting twirling
                                      torrential
                                               light.

Thoughts into action
                  flight away from fancy
                   focus 
                    flowing
                     freedom 
                        singing rungs to
                                         heaven.

Ripple rising 
        through the water
                 torch like
                  from torment, 
                      terrifying,
                         transforming into
                           tenacious
                                  hope's
                                     leviathan.


(c) Poem by June Perkins


Poem inspired by photograph and Gleaning from Nineteen Months

Old Photographs

Every now and then photographs of my life that I have never seen before surface.

This one is of my highschool year 10 formal.

Elena, Richard, me, someone else I can’t remember her name, Leif, Caleb are in this row.

I remember my friend Justin said, let’s go as friends, and his Dad drove us both there.  He brought me a corsage.

I always thought of him like a brother.

Justin  was his name. At first it seems he is not in this picture.

Actually he is behind me.

Justin passed away at nineteen.  He drowned at a place called the Gorge.

I heard this news on the radio.

The dress I am wearing looks white, but it is actually lemon.

The heel on my shoes broke dancing that night.

They were happy times, and also challenging times.

Justin was there for me at many special times.

He treated me like a sister.

I have always wanted to write some stories based on highschool experiences, both challenging, and great.

But most of all to honour those friends who were like my brothers and sisters, and didn’t ever judge me for the colour of my skin.

Photographs like this inspire poems.

I will think about a poem for this photo !

June

How to Find Peace in a Pandemic

 

How are we all going to find peace in this pandemic?

That is a huge question.

 

Today the Premier  of Victoria said there is a long way to go.

We need a vaccine.

We need to deal with finding peace of mind to make it through the day.

 

What does the world need to find peace from this common foe?

 

Unity of effort to find the vaccine?

 

But beyond that discovery will be administration to share it

beyond that administration to share it will be

share it justly to all nations and

all walks of life.

 

People are panicking.

They want to say the covid19 is not real,

exagerrated, a conspiracy.

 

Should they take a trip to India

to Italy, to America

and walk another nations nightmare

for a dare.

 

They want to imagine we will build immunity

that after many deaths it will begin to roll away

and they think that we can shut all the borders and all will

be well … but this virus is tricky .. monstrous… persistent.

 

And in all the nations where the the death toll rises

and rises

those with a low death toll think they will escape

if they shut it all out.

 

They want to rescue their own economies.

They want to avoid their own recessions.

And nobody wants to live a life as if it is in a prison.

 

And strange things are happening, like mask fashion

like connecting people all over the world

to listen to fairytales

 

And still we wonder if we are not scientists

and medical researchers, what will role will we play

to keep the world going until the vaccine is found?

 

What will it take?

How will we not break into

hysteria and vain imaginations

that the world can be disconnected to win this fight?

 

And we must win it!

We must strive.

We cannot see this

become humanity’s demise.

 

Until then –

 

I visit photographs to take me

all the places   where

I can  find    peace.

 

June XXX

 

Poetry in the Every Day

 

Tread lightly

walk in softness

 

Photographs whilst walking

become source of reflection

inspiration and care on

days when I can’t walk.

 

Thread lightly

memories only a few days old

 

This feather nestled in

the surrounds of the park

a moment of grace

saying ‘stop and be with me’

 

Today my heels are in a  sorry state,

covered in antiseptic cream

band aids and slippers

and  still I can hardly tread

on ground.

 

So this what the little mermaid

meant when she said

‘I walk in pain.’

 

I must be content with scrolling

through the beauty  of my last walk in

nature

just down the street.

 

Move lightly

swim in softness

 

So near and yet so far.

This soft feather a solace.

 

Move lightly

become softness.

 

And mystery is a feather

discovering its poetry.

 

(c) June Perkins

 

 

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