Happy Anniversary

We took each other’s hand that day, with the leaves changing into the gold and burning reds,

having already chosen our fire with commitment, pledging ourselves,

pledging our hearts, and when I stared into your eyes that day…. I knew, and I still know……I still say, “I do”.

Happy Anniversary, My Love!

My wife and I have been married a long time.

Yes, life has changed us some, but our love always sees us through the tragedies. We would not want to spend our lives with anyone else.

Today’s not our actual day. We don’t share the date on the internet.

Wishing you peace.

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

You and I on the Ridgetop

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On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,

and the strength of rivers reaching

into and beyond the dry bones.

Even today the tribes still seek

the safety of stone

a sacred space

to keep all their prayers.

You cried a little

when you finally saw it.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Happy New Year!

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Happy New Year everyone! No I’ve not had too much eggnog!

Ok, I admit it, it’s not really the New Year quite yet, but I’m taking a little break, and it will be 2019 soon!

And this is a good time to say thank you for a wonderful year. So thank you!

I realize my work is not as popular as it once was, but I’m still having a great time. I love writing even though I don’t make any money from it!

On my break I’ll be spending time with family, and working on my novel that I’ve mentioned before.

I’ve learned and grown this past year so I’m redirecting the novel, just slightly to reflect that.

I need to recharge, and I’m beginning a new exercise program! I want look good for my honey, who I refer to as My Love!

I have scheduled a few posts until I return.

My wife and I wish you a healthy, happy 2019, great peace, and wonderful blessings!!!

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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

The Beauty of the Journey

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In the canyons of our deepest memories, there are always glimpses

of who we once were, a sandbox, or a bicycle, a stream

where we went fishing, and Dad no longer carried us.

We eventually found our own way, the path

was not one but many, we searched

and found not who we are

but the beauty

of the journey.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies