gentleness – Rivers Renewed

The Hue of Purple

I wondered, in this tinge of pink, in this hue of purple

what the poetess would contemplate

in the ocean

seeing, more with the heart

could she hear the music

in the waves?

would whale bones speak to her?

no God would condemn

such a soul that loved the mysteries

the vastness of everything

whose being

was awakened

by the sun.

Note: Dedicated to the memory of the wonderful poetess Mary Oliver.

Mary lived for a time in Massachusetts with her partner Molly Malone Cook. Molly was a photographer and at times took pictures of famous people.

Mary’s poetry speaks to me due to her observations of life and nature, and how she feels about being alive. Currently I’m reading her book Why I Wake Early. It is filled with light, and I always feel lifted when I read her work. I highly recommend it.

Peace.

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As I Write My Heart

As I write my heart I find,

some poetry still living

as if from a cave, no longer dormant

a summer flower,

never fading, longing

for the sun.

Poetry and Image © Copyright, 2022 rivers renewed

P.S. I will share some poetry for the next couple of weeks.

The Wind I Know

The wind I know never leaves this Earth, moving

teaching the mighty oaks to bend, or caressing

the most gentle of all flowers, once

I saw the mountain wind make a man cry,

with his prayers carried throughout the Earth

his broken heart beginning to mend

the wind announced his need in Singapore

and rain fell washing him,

the wind can do all that,

have you seen the wind move?

I Step Outside Frozen

In my given time before the dawn, I step outside frozen

but not forsaken, I allow the light to see me,

and all that I have seen, my heart

awakens finally, pressing

into this new day.

Whispers of Peace

Whispers of peace coming from deep within,

realizing I can just be

who I was always

intended to be.

As the snow falls, on the pine trees

Amen.

In the Beauty of Winter

In the beauty of winter, peace descends

as a fresh blanket

covering

even bark and stone,

with a softer tone

filling us

with a sense

of quiet

in our hearts.

In Our Moonlight

In our moonlight My Love we walk stronger hand in hand,

sand under our feet, as if we belong to the Earth

as if we have always belonged together,

turning, you draw yourself in

I hesitate, then accept your invite

as I whisper into your ear,

a small verse

from my Heart Song.

“My Love”.

Morning Light on the Water

Morning light on the water gently awakens me, as the curtains move stirring my spirit,

shaping a poem. My Love moves closer, still sleeping

a soft sound of sheets and pillows,

and I love the way the sunlight rests

on her bare shoulder.

September Suns

September suns, September rains, bring a quiet to my spirit

the in between of seasons, the glistening of leaves,

a wind unseen moving higher branches

gently going through me,

slowly changing

the oak trees and poplar.

Rain Falling

The wind called me outside today,

the rain

falling through the trees

dripping off the leaves,

refreshing me.

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