The Rhythm of the Waves

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I love how the ocean listens to our prayers,

sometimes shaping the words

in the rolling of up

and down, flowing almost

as a liturgy.

And somehow we listen too

going deeper and farther

in our hearts, 

with the rhythm

of the waves, carrying us.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Whirlwinds

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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

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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