The Strength of Our Poetry

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The strength of our poetry does not depend only

on our maneuvering of words

but the depth of our wounds,

and being filled overwhelmingly 

with the healing.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Christmas Flowers

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And when he walked in with a bouquet of Christmas flowers,

she wrapped her arms around his neck,

placed her head on his shoulder, grateful 

and they stood there for a long time holding on

silently praying for each other

and for the healing

of our nation.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Best Gift

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He was out shopping from store to store and found some ear rings for her. The sounds of the season filtered

through the speakers of the mall, and yet something didn’t feel right. She had barely survived the transplant

and all he had to give her was, ear rings? It had been such a horrible year, he needed to give her something special,

but he just didn’t know what. He fought through the crowds with such a small gift, until he finally

made it back to the car, frustrated. He was almost in tears as he whispered into the dark, “God I need something special this year…..”

And then it came suddenly, struck him really, he would write her a poem!

He would pour out his heart. That’s all he ever really had, anyway.

They both cried when she tore the paper, opening the gift on Christmas Day, tucked into a wooden frame.

To this day it is mounted proudly on the wall

next to her bed. “The best gift ever…..” she said.

He had given his heart once again.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Welcome Home

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After working the night shift one morning, on the long drive home, he noticed the temperature on his car,

the thermometer was continuing to drop, 2 degrees…..down to 1……would it drop to 0?

He watched the road carefully, and the thermometer, trying to stay awake. Suddenly….there it was….0 degrees!

He celebrated with a few shouts….he had never seen 0 degrees before.

As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed she had left the Christmas lights on, around the front windows.

He stopped for a second staring at the wreath on the front door. It was Christmas finally. He walked up thinking.

Would she still be sick, laid up in bed? How far down would the infection take her?

He did love her so incredibly much it was beyond words really.

He decided to stop worrying about her dying, pushed the fear aside and turned the key……in the door…..

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is from a ghost of Christmas past. It’s recorded there were alot of hugs that day.

The Unseen Between Us

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In the middle of the night is when that unseen energy pulls us closer. I love when you reach out for me in your sleep My Love,

you not only declare your love for me, but you check on the universe, believing it will remain aligned, still on course.

In reaching I take your hand. I’m here, I will always be here, the night does not dim the unseen between us….

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Solar Wind – Conclusion

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It was her eyes really, that convinced me. Even though I didn’t know her, and she didn’t know me, there was hope in those hazel eyes.

And she had done the research, checked me out on every software ever made….I figured she did kind of care about me,

even though for me it was all new….. something told me I needed to get on that flight, the last one leaving Earth.

Within seconds I put all my grieving aside, and yelled, “Let’s go!” We jumped up, joined hands, ran for the gate, and the doors of the shuttle…..

just as the glass of the airport bay began exploding……

It was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Narrator: This couple did get to know each and are doing very well on the new planet Beryl.

It is 5 times the size of Earth with only a few thousand people. It is a little colder, somewhat like Norway.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is fiction.