Moments of Wonder: Daily Poetry Calendar

By Nikolai Rozhonova

Everlasting Daily Poetry Calendar. A delightful daily calendar with poetry for every day of the year. A poetic companion with inspiring poems and insights. This is a poetry calendar for every year - it will give you joy for many years to come !

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781794851511

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1 January

Softly

Softly this morning

It brushed my cheek

So compelling

I must needs speak

Momentary awakening

I am shaken from sleep

By tragedy, by beauty

I cannot laugh nor weep.

Its magnitude astounds

I am encircled by its bounds.

Love – it has no name,

Upon original creation

Who dares to stake a claim ?

2 January

Shoreline

Do you want to turn the tide ?

Then stand alone on a shoreline,

your own shoreline,

where worlds meet without witness.

Face the enormity of it all.

All your own dark places,

all that is beyond control,

this shore where sea meets sand

is where we are human,

in meeting places,

the Vesica Piscis of two beings.

Don't drown, move slowly, easily,

safely in tidal motion.

Stay on the shore of yourself,

simply in awareness, idly watch the tide turn,

there's nothing to do,

tidal movement happens on its own,

it’s easily missed.

3 January

Thinking

Thinking: it wanders,

I cannot get a hold of it,

cannot firmly grip thinking to examine it,

like shifting tidal sands,

like early morning mist,

like scudding clouds in a windswept sky.

Thinking moves, shifts,

alters shape, form and function,

it is a phantom, a ghost,

it is like trying to grab a fistful of water

from a running stream.

Every time I try to clothe it in words,

it has already moved

and I find the thought I am typing

is already a memory.

It seems, to begin talking about thinking

is to be forever lost in a world of clouds.

4 January

Heartfelt

I would like to pour my heart out to you

Often I do

As you know only too well

I would like to put into words

Feelings of fullness

Intoxication

Suffocation

Intimation of hell

As it swells to bursting with feeling

Leaving me gasping for air

Unable not to care

With its intense life grip

Encased in an iron glove

Longing

Oh agonised longing to love

I would love to let you in

To sacred places

Where long I have not been

To share these hallowed spaces

With faces unseen

But I have lost my way

Turned left

When it was obvious to everyone

That a right turn was required

Enmired as I am in me

I must have missed it

Pointless even to turn around

When you’re lost

Every way is right and wrong

Guidance song grown distant

Long lost too

To faraway time

A remembered moment of clarity

Where once my heart was mine

And I knew this intimately

And so the words have become fuzzy

Out of focus

Like I need glasses to read my own life

All I can hear enshrouded

In this park of darkness

Is a lone wolf howl

A low growl

Panting breath

My heart calling

From deep inside my breast

Outlined against a still full moon

It utters it’s presence

It’s closeness

We are past words now

My heart and me

We must run in a pack of one

And see if this leads to me

Or further falseness

Do not summon me now

For I am sleeping

5 January

Alarm

Each morning

The monster awakes me

Sympathetic jangling

Nerve network bells

With a start I greet the day

Alarms

Such an odd way

Of greeting a day

Jolted consciousness

Startled awake

A curious cattle prod play

Parasympathetic

Quickly soothes me

Ears reach for birdsong

Blinking eyes struggle

Protesting dull grey

Alarm stands down

Elaborate peripheral energies

Stretch me to the four corners

Concluded in a still moment

Of what feels like fulfilment

Shocking awake

Current affairs theme continues

Sub conscious ripples carry

This daily morning jolt

Outwards creating my day

My presence

Though seemingly peaceful

Inwardly is startled

A gazelle

Perpetually aware

It is intrinsic to this illusion

I have checked

There are no monsters there

I make them in me

Baked fresh daily

By alarm

6 January

Essence

Poetry is prayer

They say

Find your own way through

Evaporating words at play

Distill you. 

7 January

Trees

Trees are a powerful symbol for all humanity,

Tree of Life,

Tree of Knowledge,

Yggdrasil,

trees feature everywhere

and with good reason.

They are living examples

of how to do it,

how to ascend,

how to create connection

betwixt heaven and earth.

8 January

Trust

Trust is tricky

Never needed when things are fine

Sometimes it gets sticky

Life periodically goes awry

Desire argues this direction

Clearly not my choice

Coerced

Thinking recoils

Feeling withdraws

Sullenly

Trusting means try it first

See where it goes

An unknown road

The back of trust’s head

Is all that’s ever seen and spoken of

No one sees or loves its face

My positive words to others

Haunt me in disgrace

As today I awake to find trust

watching over me unrecognised

This faceless character frightens me

Expressionless and unreadable

I much prefer the happy reassuring visage of hope,

always smiling, beguiling

Reconciling my divergences.

Trust is tricky

It can’t be read

It’s immune to the thoughts whirling round

in my head

or the waves of feeling that rise and fall

Trust is a hard heeded call

Without promise of a pay off

In trust I totter uncertainly on

Convinced that all I have loved is gone

9 January

Poetry

Unpack poetry

There’s more

Much more to explore

Amongst these silent tropes of sound

Someone’s suitcase

Opened, found

Words fixed

Frozen in form

Spoken by you

Resound anew

Breath enveloped

Warm

People on stage

Are words on a page

Something changed

Carefully displayed

Shorn of feeling

Called to perform

Hidden meanings

Masquerade

Elixir of poetry

Heart distilled

Essence of me tasted

Intermingles

Tingles on your tongue

Separation reminder

We are one in word

Momentarily

10 January

Sensitivity

Whatever you feel

Feel it fully

Even if it’s pain

Without sensitivity

There is only the tyrant

Under whose reign

Everything withers and dies

No surprise

That we are largely inured

To disdain

Proclivity toward sensitivity

Yet feeling

Feeling somehow remains

11 January

Abundance

One

The loneliest dance

Of course, creation

Took a chance

Risked it all for two

And so it continues

Time immemorial

Creating

Always new

12 January

A Café Moment

Rain polished pavement

Listening

Tapping afterthoughts

Glistening

Abandoned storm silent streets

Momentarily

This city is mine.

13 January

Ancient Friend

Through countless frames

From silent stone hilltop

He watches my games

Unfolding

Crumbling yet solid

Through fortune and fame

Unwavering landmark

In substance and name

Timeless towers and turrets

Crazy shapes in time

Reflecting misfortunes

Of greater names than mine

Points, spires, embellishment, pomp

Up and down stone staircases

Tiny feet stomp still

Rushing towards greatness

Embracing gain

Sustaining stone fortress

My protector from pain

Knows better than I

All things born

Are all things that die

So she weeps with me

From her hilltop

My arched portal friend

Opened now to sky

Atop a steep river bend

Cold stone winter tears

For life without end

Slowly drying in cool October sun

Enriched by the knowing

That all things are one.

A mason’s art

Surviving still

She knows my heart

My heart is still

Still as stone

My ancient friend and I

Peaceful now

Not asking why

Accepting

Grateful for time shared

To have lived a life

Is to have dared

Time erases nothing

Timeless love remains

A sanctuary for sorrow

Healing fire for pain

Continue

Soaking up each day

Ancient friend I love you

In every single way.

Nothing dies in time.

14 January

Change

Change my words

I insist

Or let them change you

History brings us no closer

To knowing what’s true

Passive observers

Penetrate nothing

And are penetrated by nothing in return

Unless life enters into you

From life you cannot learn

My words

Your words

Empty shells

Make designs of meaning

Sketch your blood and tears

Eschew blind believing

Make monsters from your fears

Each creator born

Reared as spectator

Watching

Waiting

Lost

Forlorn

Change my words

I insist

Make meaning

Be new

Change my words

I beg you

Or let them change you

15 January

Friend

I love the way you see things

Though the impulse arises

I cannot be you

That’s for you to do

Though I want to

I would love to see the world anew

Full of surprise

A world viewed with your eyes

Holding hearts through sunrise

Twilight 

Dawn

Through dying and being born

Over and over again

I may have to get on with being me

Friends with you helps me see

It’s true and worthwhile

Being friend with you helps me smile

16 January

Brevity

Bravely release

Meaningfully made

Cease

17 January

Pillars

Trees of flesh,

Trees of bone,

Vast towering pillars of all that's shown.

Feeding from flesh,

Rooted by bone,

Each new soul a sacrifice

To all that is known.

18 January

Scribbling

Using words to paint a picture

Smeared across a page

Choreographer pen with a glance

Directs Prancing Ink

In a Dance

On a vellum stage

Sketching naked ideals

Committed to time tinged parchment

Folios golden with history

Sentiments perfectly aged

Closing curtain falls

Bringing future to its feet

In every written word

Abides

The heart-beat of its hand

Lifting scribbling veil

Reveals the man

19 January

Steamships

I have stood where you stand now

Seeing the things you show me

In electronic pictures.

Isn’t it strange

That were it not for the strictures

Of dilettante time

We would be standing together

Your hand in mine

Looking at steamships

Together

20 January

Lines

We do not have it in us

To go in straight lines

Somewhere

Along the length of every line

Is a wobble

Creating a curve

21 January

Equation

Being

Divided by

Doing

Equals

I

22 January

Here

Here

Let me clean your windows

Stand a moment with me

Let us see

Together

What is so

Before wandering back into knowing

Briefly glowing here

In flowing collective

Presence

Rest awhile

Without guile

Then turn and freely walk away

No one can spend the entire day

In simplicity

Complicity

Beckons and calls

Its mirrored halls

Shimmering

Near

Never here

Always just a step away

Pray to see

If it pleases thee

But then including me

That makes three

And a further step away

Dancing in the wake

Of

Fragmentation

Here is where the heart is

Not home

Here is truly alone

At one with everything

And nothing

Paradox congealed

It is here

And only here

Where we are healed

So why fly

Hither and thither

Like half demented bees

Blind but bound to task

Entertainment sharks

Never ask