The Ocean
By Troydon Wainwright
Ever do the oceans move
Never do they sleep
Ever do their motions soothe
Save in the stormy deep
Ever do the tides pull
To shore or far away
Ever are the oceans full
Under star or day
It matters not who you are
Or your earth bound name
The ocean calls us back to her
Back from where we came
This poem is available in my collection, Fires In Heaven, on e-book on Amazon. See the link below:
https://www.amazon.com/Fires-Heaven-Troydon-Wainwright-ebook/dp/B07B4ZC8YL
Here is a special poem that I wrote. It is dedicated to Nova Layn Sparrow Portman, a might warrior who is only a few months old. She was born with down syndrome and recently came through a heart operation. If anyone is interested please check out Amy’s (Nova’s inspiring mother) blog, see the link below. I am so proud of my cousin Robert and his wife Amy and the rest of the family surrounding them for how they are dealing with the situation.Eternal love to all of you
“Supernova”
By Troydon Wainwright
Dedicated to Nova Layn Sparrow Portman
Oh gentle spirit how strong you are
Your tiny hands and feet
Your tiny arms and legs, body and head
Are filled with light
A light that shines on us every time you smile
And for that moment
All that is wrong in the world is made right
Like the star you are you colour our lives
And make us see things once hidden
Like the sun you warm us
Oh how we have already grown in your light
Oh gentle spirit it has not been easy
Here where every breath is a miracle
Where sometimes we hold our breaths to hear yours
Where your tiny heart fights for each beat
We are so proud of how you fight
Of how you do it with a smile
Know that our hearts struggle
Alongside your might heart
That all our lives we will love you
Our struggles make us strong
Oh gentle spirit how strong you are
I hear the scamper of your little feet
And know that I am in for a thousand questions
As though everything in your world has yet to be named
And could be edible
As though clothes were silly except when it’s cold
As though mirrors were windows to a place
Populated with our twins
Who stared when we stared
And moved when we moved
As though tool were toys that made no sense
As though gardens were roofless places
Full of enigmas
As though flowers were just colorful things
That grew out of some other mystery
If you look into the eyes of the Divine
You wouldn’t see eyeballs or pupils or iris’
Just stars and space
The universe
Look closely and see
Your galaxy
Your solar system
Your world
Your country
Your city
Your street
Yourself gazing into the eyes of the Divine
The Divine gets wherever it wants to go
By looking itself in the eye
All it needs to do is stare and be there
In that other part of itself
Here and now the memories stir
Of childhood days free of care
If only I could revive the year
And find myself again there
Oh to laugh and play again
Sans the weight that rests on me
I would know joy by name
And forget my years so easily
Here and now the memories stir
Of first kisses and hideaways
To see as a child now and here
I would be young all my days
If I could live as a child plays
Dedicated to Zasskia Van Der Merwe
I can feel your heart calling to my heart
As though its every beat is a ripple
Passing through the distance between us
I want to time my heart to your beat
To keep rhythm with it
I want our heats to play together
To make patterns in the ether
I want us breathe the same air
To wake up and go to sleep together
So close that our heats need not call
But simply whisper
Come one, come all,
Come see the invisible painting
For a small fee you too can behold
The absence on the wall
It is the work of a great artist
The only one of its kind in existence
Naturally no one can touch so rare a painting
But that does not detract from its magnificence
Doubters come see for yourselves
The empty frame
Note the artist’s mastery of concealment
How all the lines and colours and shades
Combine to create perfect transparency
Become so lost in the work as to forget
That you are looking at a painting at all
Oh yes, my friends, you too can say
You have seen the invisible painting
But only for a price
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All the stars are shooting
The sky is lines of light
Darkness is replacing
The twinkles in the night
The moon is oh so lonely
The stars have leap away
It will be one and only
Til the sun comes out to play
Enraptured in the soul of souls
Of which each of us is part
Complete in the whole of wholes
Which is one with all that art
Connected to the thread of light
That runs through this moral frame
That shines on both wrong and right
And values king and beggar the same
Profound in nature yet undefined
Still in the source of sound
It lends its shape to states of mind
Thus is nowhere yet all around