Jagged Edges

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Within in our spirits a cactus can take root,

jagged edges

roughness unless

we follow the courage

we’ve been given,

to forgive

and move on.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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The Hawk Ascends

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A perfect union of earth and sky, drawing me in,

calling forth who I once was

before the ruins descended.

I take a knee,

remembering

letting go now of the prayer

I’ve been carrying

for so long, eyes closed

my back lurches and my wings extend,

unfolding

as my spirit reaches

into the clouds.

Note: Is he human or is he hawk? It’s hard to tell sometimes. 

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Prayer Stone

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In search of the prayer stone this morning, there were no ancient sages whispering mystical words from the dark corners of the forest.

And the sun was dull at times, as clouds ceased the calling of flowers, even their strength was diminished. Shadows prevailed.

I closed my eyes, waiting…..and then a glimpse of a word. So I decided to write a poem today…..after all.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Strength of Spirit

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Some men know how to rebuke the thunder, pulling down the noise, even silencing the destruction of kings and sovereigns.

And yet they will hold you when you cry, write a poem when you’re blue, simply leaving a line or two. And some men too, know the power of flowers.

It is the strength of spirit, in a sensitive guy……

    

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