December | 2012 | Perle Champion

In this parallel we dream on

21 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, magic spell, Mayan Bactun, Poetry, pole shift, wicca

Solstice came and went this shortest day, now longest night, and we are still here. The dread event deflected by concerted thought of certain minds with certain powers, and the world will never know the truth.

One Mayan Bactun ended and it did not bring the end of time nor life on earth, but for me it is the death of things as they are now. I’m moving on to uncharted waters in 2013.

I’ve prepared this evening’s candles and writ a simple invocation, née petition, née spell, for prophetic dreams of the path that lies ahead for me.

I am one with the uni verse – See me.

Let me slip easily into the stream of time – Hear me.

Let me acknowledge my past, and accept my now – Help me.

Let me see in dream a little of my path ahead – Grant me.

That given time to contemplate, I may make better choices – Guide me.

As I give myself up to the I am and slip into dream. Protect me.

So mote it be.

♪♫•*♪♫•*¨*•♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸¸.•*¨*´*。.❄¨¯`*✲。❄*´*

My kind of cookie

20 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry

everyone ate sweets

I sipped Tia and Java

my kind of cookie

The dinner was cleared away and the desert was served. I tried, but could not.

I whispered to Marvin, our marvelous waiter and he brought me my desert. The only real desert for me is not some overly sugared confection, but a crystal glass of amber ambrosia named Tia Maria with a steaming cup of black coffee chaser enhanced by stimulating conversations with an interesting group of people that I am so fortunate to work with.

What paths we walk

19 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry

to walk chaos path

as necessary as breath

to our existence

disorder reigned in

Thessalian witches rule

the moon order lives

Walking diverse paths

18 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry

yesterday’s magic
oft becomes today’s magic
means to meet desire

polytheism’s
view that reality’s be
many and diverse

selves walk parallel
paths never knowing other
selves on other paths

Can we start again, please

17 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry

the sky was leaden

as I drove to get the child

a long day ended

a longer night loomed

gravel crunching neath my wheels

tells me I’ve arrived

I hate that gravel

mine every shoe bears its marks

can we start again

please go back to the

begin and rewrite the tale

I hate this one’s end

Year’s end draws nigh

16 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Poetry

each day closes on
the waning year’s darkest night
yule logs wait for fire’s

flames to light the way
through darkest night to the sun’s
return to rule day

where is the edge of madness?

15 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, tragedy in newtown connecticut

I want to know what madness is,

and where its edges and beginnings are.

what path does a twisted mind travel

that can explain taking pride

in the slaying of innocents

what slight was so great that

it warrants wanton murder

I cannot, nor can most of us, fathom it. Yet, I must explore my own reaction to the carnage I witness daily through the remorselessly intense media coverage of such events. What do I feel? I feel a mad and all-consuming rage. I cannot talk of the scenes I saw and heard about without moist eyes and a thickening throat.

Thoughts, like turgid dirty waters, wend their way through my mind. Drawing and quartering is too good for him. I’m glad he’s dead; if he’d lived I’d hope he’d never make it to the courtroom, that he’d be blown away and rendered so much bloody pulp upon the pavement. I’m not alone in these thoughts. I’ve heard them voiced out loud. I can only nod – I understand. Our thoughts are so unclean, so unkind, and yet how like our kind – humankind.

There dwells in each of us the potential for murder and mayhem – good and evil. We daily foray. We parry and weigh the outcomes. It is a fine line between love and hate; tolerance and rage; life and death; sanity and insanity.

Even the cloak of christian charity and forgiveness is thin and tattered comfort against the gale that assails this land of ours. Will we add our venomous breath to that assault? Will we allow our judgement to falter, or can we maintain the grace to meet out justice? Can we take a page from gospel, and forgive him for his crime and ourselves for contemplating in kind?

I have no answer, only questions. I want to know. Where is the edge of madness, that I might skirts it farthest hem, and gods forbid I venture in. If I do, where will it end?

There is never a good answer to Why.

14 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, Haiku times 2, Tragedy Newton Connecticut

Why? We always ask why. There is no answer good enough. There is no reasonable, rational reason for the events of this day. I wrote this poem long ago for a friend whose infant grandchild died for no good reason.

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emptiness unlike

any i have ever felt

when i doubt the god

to whom once i knelt

tomorrow is forever

coming if indeed

the day dawns at all

the once ideal and noble

thinking slowly fades

and then it does fall

reality is a void

escape all i know

i want to run hide

but where is there to go that

i will not still know

the answer comes but

oh so slow as shock subsides

i finally know

on is the only way that I can go.

Speak truth or die

13 Dec 2012 Leave a comment

by Perle Champion in Blog 365 Challenge, haiku, Poetry

the gauntlet’s thrown down
a dare on the perfect lawn
speak truth or die

Poets are so driven to craft words that speak truth. The structure of haiku demands a certain distillation I find a challenge to my tendency toward verbosity.

Sometimes I’m wildly creative; sometimes I’m only mildly creative. I remind myself that no one hits home runs all the time, but you hit none if you don’t show up at the plate. Write on!