The Winged

Dedicated to Katheryn Mercy Ione Touchstone.  

"Goodbye," Whispers a hush in the wind.

The clouds blowing by, wish they could send,

A lyric so lovely, as the dark night's end.  

A pitter patter of feet, floating down the lane,

Make the flowers think, 

Of tears of summer rain.

Drip drip, they drop, 

Until the echos stop,

And then a hush whispers,

"Goodbye", to the wind.

"The wind is my friend,"

Claims a nightingale, 

Resting it's clevage, 

Upon a forest trail.

"My song I sing, and ring-a-ling,

It's carried away by the unseen string."

A hush deepens in the Great Oak,

The boughs protruding from it's trunk,

Twist and Turn like an old drunk.

And streaming from the Tree's Top,

Whisps of smoke, into the wind, hop.

"Goodbye," Whispers a hush in the wind,

The Black Breasted Sparrow, wishes it could lend,

It's wings to the Caterpillar,

Who's wings have yet to descend.

-Madelaine Irene

The Wind in the Breeze

A gust of wind

Flows over

An open valley filled

With daisies

And Rivers

And ducks yellow billed.

A gust of wind

Blows over

A forest oh so dense

With sunlight

And trees

Their arms in defense.

A gust of wind

Rolls over

The hills never ending

With Rocks

And Roads

Their paths ever bending.

A gust of wind

Dives

Deep into the sea,

Until the crashing waves

Dive back

To follow me.

-Madelaine Irene

Existence

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A rabbit’s tail disappearing through the other end,

A pecker’s beak rapping tap tapping on the door,

A nut from a tree above falls upon its floor.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A cat sits perched upon its top,

A wind gusts through the tunnel, stop.

The cat jumps up into the air,

And soars away like a windblown hair.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A bear cub sleeping in its core,

A white crest covers the outer door,

Stillness creeps into the air,

The world seems quiet,

Too quiet,

Yet not enough to move or dare.

A hollow log lay upon the open road,

A sense of life is present again,

A cluster of flowers pops up through the ground,

And wakes the world with a shower of rain.

A hollow log lay upon the open road.

A past and present engraved in its skin,

It seeps itself into the earth,

Giving space for another life to begin.

-Madelaine Irene

Breathing Love

A heart to heart discussion 
A melting of the soul 
They felt the rips and tugs 
Changing up the whole 
Picture of division 
Never to be seen 
Was this distant feeling 
Like two hills in a ravine. 

From a glint in his eyes 
To a whisper in her heart 
They fell deep in love 
A form of art 
Was now beginning to sculpt 
A lovely twisted form 
Like tree boughs intertwined 
Their hearts undefined. 


A love like this was madness 
It drove them crazy, too! 
But in the inner hearts 
They felt their parts were due 
To fall and rise together 
Like the breathing of the Sun 
And in their hearts they felt it 
“I love you, my passionate one!” 

“So breathe me in, my dearest 
Like the plants breathe the sun. 
Breathe me in, my dearest 
As if I am undone! 
Breathe me in, my sweetheart 
Like my heart desires you. 
Breathe me in, my darling 
Because our love is true.” 


-Madelaine Irene

Beautiful Disaster

"Trickle, trickle, trickle,"
"Rush! Rush! Rush!"
Goes the sound of the passing 
Of the Deep Blue Gush,
As it sweeps along the fields, 
Rolling over rocks.

"Swish, swish, swish,"
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Is the sounding of the cat fish's 
Big tail, "Kerplat!"
As it zooms through the waters,
Jumping with the tides.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,"
"Blow! Blow! Blow!"
Is the hearing of the wind's
Howling song of woe,
As it streams along the trees,
Making tears in the waters.

"Drip, drip, drip,"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Shakes the voice of the thundering,
Demon of Doom!
As he shakes the world around,
Dropping it, in pieces, upon the dirty, wet, ground.


-Madelaine Irene

Beauty and Deceit

Staring out her window,
With her hair all in her face,
She saw with a blind eye,
Her surroundings,
From top to base:
The grass all dead and brown,
Reminded her of the inset frown,
Scowling at her reflection.
That reflection made her cry.

Peering out her window,
Tears covering her face,
She saw with her blurry eyes,
The heedlessness of grace:
The petals fallen upon the ground,
Stepped on, smashed; their beauty never to be found,
Reminded her of the reflection.
Reminded her of her own reflection.
Reminded her of what reflection,
Had gone and made her cry.

Gazing out her window,
Her lips quivering, breathing a sigh,
She saw with two wet, wide eyes,
The world about her,
Breathing; fall and rise.
The wind shook the dark brown leaves.
Watching one as it fell with ease,
She was reminded of everything;
Of all the pain that the reflection would bring…
Of all the pain that her reflection did bring.

Looking out her window,
Her body shaking with reverent cries,
She saw with her dried up eyes,
The darkness in all the lies.
The clouds gathering overhead;
The thunder booming, spreading dread,
Reminded her of the face,
Who laughed at her with disgrace.
And haunted her every pace,
Never giving up,
Never letting go.
Never letting this poor girl,
Find her her inner beauty, enough to let it show.


-Madelaine Irene

Eternity

A woman and man stood upon the hill,
Glancing to and fro.
Their hands entwined,
Their hearts outshined,
Even the brightest star.

A woman and man rested in the grass,
Their minds often wandering.
With green about them,
And laughter inside them,
They felt in their hearts, "Agape."

A woman and man walked along the water,
With arms around each other.
The crescent moon shined,
The wind’s whistle whined,
They’re gray hair streaming,
Further and further behind.

A woman and man lay beneath the dirt,
They’re hearts in one box.
Together they died,
Together they tried,
To stay together forever.


-Madelaine Irene

Dreams and Despair

As beautiful as the sky is blue,
She lay there, 
Her golden locks askew.
Resting her eyes with a peaceful air,
She dreamt, Oh! There was not a care! 
Upon her face opens a heavenly glow
And Behold! An angel’s face below,
Smiles with the sun’s ray light,
Seeing with a heart’s delight.

With skin so fair,
Like a blossom in winter,
And eyes made out of stone.
She lay upon the green meadow.
As she lay upon the green meadow,
Listening to her heart’s cheerful moan,
She felt happiness in her center,
A deepening sleepiness in the air.

Like cherry blossoms, are her lips,
The sweetest you’ve ever seen.
They have such an elegant Red and Rosy Sheen!
A mister here and there will stop,
Wishing to his they would plop,
“But mind that not,
For I am dreaming,” Is what she often thought.

Her cheeks aglow like the evening sun,
She stared in the water,
Wondering,
Wondering,
Wondering…
“What in life, have I won?”
Her hair now auburn blew in the wind,
A tangled mess,
It tried to defend!
But it was no use,
The task was finished,
This beauty in her would not be replenished.

Time passed on, and on and on;
Ticking like a too slow clock.
Soon her lips and eyes and hair,
Turned grey just like a rock.
No more beauty,
No more dreams.
Just some roughly patched up seams.
Until the day when it would come,
When she would go to and from.

Upon her finger rests a ring,
Pure and ruby gold.
Upon her chest rests her hand,
With fingers soft and old.
Sadness happens in her eyes,
A pitiful thing she looks.
For sure it is no surprise
That a rope and noose she hooks!

Long and lonely were her days,
Soft and Dreamy, too.
Many a time will she be sung,
Such beauty, known in few!
But that beauty gone to waste, 
Might never have existed,
For why waste a beauty,
On a dreamer,
Who dreams, and only dreams, of the dreams to come.


-Madelaine Irene