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As seagulls peer into waves expecting the night to fall, an older couple are still holding hands, refusing to give up their walk, in spite of the chill,
in spite of the sun setting, they had seen enough of hell, to recognize the true treasure now. They would never let go of love, or each other.
Note: From my archives.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, 2019, ancient skies
I’ll be resting in my garden with my eyes only half closed
dreaming, aware of the earth’s spin
and of poems floating
through the clouds.
I’ve decided to take a summer break, which for me does not include hiding on Instagram and Twitter!
I will still be here, only less often. In addition to trips to the beach and the mountains I will be on photographic journeys.
Did you know that was my other hobby?
I’m also making time for something I’ve really wanted to do……and that is reading, as in reading books!
Reading outside is even more amazing. Now where did I put my sunglasses?
Poetry, Additional Writing, and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
We rebuild each other, don’t we My Love?
Even in the worst of times
we always rediscover
each other’s flow,
as two eagles soaring
above what used to be,
but is now
renewed.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
In our wounds disguised
we do not seek who we once were,
instead moving forward
we find ourselves
smoothing jagged lines
rejecting the temptation of bitterness
determined
we are the rivers creating
a new vision, of who we should be
in spite of the darkness.
We fight on.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
With the intensity of your light, we enfolded into each other
sitting on the park bench.
We sat there remembering our journey
as you placed your hand in mine,
I gently caressed your face
you tucked your head into my shoulder,
whispering
your prayer for me.
Do you remember the azaleas?
Note: This is about a couple encouraging each other, through chronic illness.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
When I walk I never walk to a place, but simply
to take in the peace of the sky,
the shape of the clouds
while dreaming of poems,
a prayer will escape sometimes
from my spirit
while I breathe in
all that was made.
Have you seen the clouds today?
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
A softer walk in a quiet rain, fills my spirit
with a sense of stillness,
a deeper peace,
and now words begin
taking shape,
lifting themselves
as poems and prayers.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
