Vulnerable

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Some women don’t allow themselves to be vulnerable anymore,

preferring

to protect themselves

from being wounded again.

Preferring

to build their own light,

to pull down stars

to shape the sun

and begin again.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Where We Belong

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Within our oceans, we see so beautifully the earth, our future

as unlimited, and perhaps,

a small part of

where we fit,

where we belong.

I am continuing to write a lot, including a novel. Actually, I’ve started several but the most recent work is the most promising.

Writing is a surge within my life. Poetry for me is part of the life unseen, that flows through each of us.

And unfortunately right now, I think it is time to move on. I say this not because it was the plan. I believe I have no choice.

I have mentioned before that this site is being manipulated, by an outside source – so the heck with it. The site has been spiraling down.

I never enjoyed rebooting, or resending, a single piece of work out more than once. But it was the only way I could think of to save the site. It was a risk, but everything is a risk.

I know what this site has done in the past, and I have seen so wonderfully what this site can do if left alone. 

But the damage is too great now. I meant it the other day – when I said the past few weeks have been a wild ride! That post was the beginning of saying goodbye.

I will try to remember times like that when I think of this blog.

My wife is not only a beautiful woman, and the love of my life, she has a great deal of wisdom.

She believes I should only take an extended break, then post once in a great while, sort of like Facebook. I doubt I can do that, right now I don’t want to see any blogs, anywhere.

For all those that have been supportive of this site, and many of you have been for a long time, I thank you from the bottom of my heart! I will always be grateful.

You can contact me by email: Nicodemasplusthree@gmail.com

I don’t really know where I belong, but apparently I’m not supposed to be here. I will keep writing though, someplace else.

I have one more post, which is more of a prayer than anything else.

Thank you again, I wish you peace.

      

Poetry, Commentary and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Sweet Dreams

In our dreams, our minds begin their journeys,

bringing us to castles, and hawks

and light drifting, flickering

down empty corridors of stone

and perhaps a lover’s breath

on our cheek

to hide us from the dragon’s wrath,

as our spirits learn to rest

we breathe easier.

Sweet dreams.

   

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies