Where Light Lives


Our hearts opening in the sunlight,

sacred doors,

gateways of the inner world,


where light lives,

where our spirits run free

and colors shape shift

our creativity.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, revised 2020, ancient skies 

The Strength of Our Spirit


The measure of who we are as people  cannot be seen

by the depth of our scars

but in the quality of our journey,

and the strength

of our spirit.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies


Grey Sky

As we search for a poem, bringing shape to our whirlwinds,

our ghosting words,

refining spinning

in a furnace tested by fire

becoming word art, work of art

lines launched

beyond the rubble 

until we finally see the vision

and then,

we write it all down.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies

Note: Based on an earlier work.

The Prayer Stone


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