The Voice of the Light

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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.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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More than Just Arrows

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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.

     

Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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My Opinions

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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.

    

Commentary and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Her Future Glory

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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.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

When I Am a Hawk

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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.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies