Tucked away hidden, in the deepest core of our being
there are glimpses, shimmering
a light speaking, there is more
but the door is closed,
because we really don’t believe
we are worthy,
of being loved. Did you hear
the voice of the light?
whispering
you,
yes you
are loved.
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He really was a warrior, not just in his dreams
so she was willing to accept his shield
having fallen, into the strength of his arms
and he always found the answers
to his questions in the deep oceans
of her eyes.
And together they became
more than just arrows flung
into ambiguous darkness,
and they learned that love
is greater – than any
strong tower that loves
the night.
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She came in for a landing, and he broke her fall
truth be told they lifted each other,
she was crying now
fractured wings,
but he said to her
“Sweetheart you’re not as fallen
as you think you are…”
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Please lift up some prayers for Texas today.
I learned a long time ago that my opinions don’t matter, and that’s not what this blog is about anyway. This is a creative writing blog, and I focus now on poetry. However, since our country is in such a political mess, I feel a responsibility to share a little on where I am politically.
I am no longer a member of the Republican Party. Believe it or not though, it has nothing to do with Donald Trump. It started when President Obama first started running for office. I didn’t like what I saw coming from the right. I didn’t like what their views were, and I never liked the way they attacked President Obama.
I liked President Obama then, and even more so now. I like what he says, and the way he says it. He carries a certain professionalism, and statesmanship that I think is unique.
But I digress, my views changed over time from being really, super conservative, to what I would call progressive. Do I like everything the Democrats say? No, of course not.
And what about now? I’m glad that some Republicans are now standing up to the President. I don’t trust him, and never have. I could rant and rave about the many things he has done and said, but I won’t. He is wrong though, on many different levels.
Those are my opinions, and like I said, I am a Progressive now.
Please be kind with your comments. And now back to poetry.
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When our hearts live where the mountains touch the sky,
we will know the love,
our spirits lifted,
seeing maybe for the first time,
there is a One,
who made us all.
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It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning, as if she had been hiding
high in the mountains, on a cool crisp morning,
revealing only a part
of her future glory.
I smiled remembering her fire,
of yellow, gold, and red, so I breathed in
the leaves knowing
we would all be embraced soon,
by the brilliant fire
of autumn.
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You can still see the wind move through my feathers,
wings outstretched, holding
some dried blood now
but I can still bank to the left,
then right,
moving through the heart of the mountains,
and even in the dark clouds
I focus more on the river,
always the river,
so I can see again, going beyond,
what we know
the ruins
of our world.
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In the coolness of the deep forest,
as the heartbeat of a doe quickens,
I pause, then whisper
some peace to her,
and move quietly down the trail.
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On the ridge at the top of the mountain,
where the pine trees face the wind,
two hawks soaring, circling
carrying strength in their wings,
I stand tall in the wind now,
as encouragement
fills me,
and sunlight dances
on the river.
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Walking by quiet streams, deep waters barely moving
smelling the leaves, as a willow gently moves,
inviting me under the covering, of her limbs
touching the green, the bark,
a blackbird glides over the water,
I am enfolded now
into the peace of the mountain,
and prayer
is gently released.
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Rivers Renewed 