Within the Waves

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What is it we search for within the waves?

Is it simply the rhythm

of the earth washing our spirits,

or maybe a reflection

pulling from our memories within?

Mostly I think, we become……

at peace with ourselves. 

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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A Summer Breeze

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A strong summer breeze moved through the trees of the mountain,

inviting the sun to wash over us

bathing the forest

while a crow fled the light

seeking darker shadows

to sleep in. 

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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

Earth Day 2019

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And the sins of the fathers are being visited on us their children,

while the Earth continues to be ripped and torn,

I can’t help but think of the people lost,

swept away by storms,

from the changes in our air,

as dark clouds still gather

while ignorant bullies hide

their head in the sand,

lacking even a speck

of empathy.

How many more people

will be lost?

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

He Was Canyons of Rivers Raging

apache-dancer-harley-upton-jr-diego-james-robles-from-indiancountrytodaymedianetworkIn the dance for his people, feet pounding twirling, left shoulder down, feathers jerking, he was the heartbeat of the earth,

head tilted to the left then the right, leaning in, spinning with blurred vision

he became red rocks, he became canyons of rivers raging, with ancient memories,

with power in his feathers, he remembered when they protected

the women and children, from dog faced soldiers hiding spears,

until the sun broke through the great trouble.

He was more than the dance,

he had blended

with the spirit of his people.

     

Poetry © Copyright 2019, ancient skies, image  of Apache dancer from indiancountrytodaymedianetwork