Happy New Year!

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Where ever you are around the world, may your dreams take shape, and take flight, this coming year!

May you be lifted higher than you ever could have imagined. May you be healthy and strong, with creativity flowing.

And may your spirit be filled with peace. Don’t forget….you are a blessing to others!

Happy New Year!

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Solar Wind – Conclusion

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It was her eyes really, that convinced me. Even though I didn’t know her, and she didn’t know me, there was hope in those hazel eyes.

And she had done the research, checked me out on every software ever made….I figured she did kind of care about me,

even though for me it was all new….. something told me I needed to get on that flight, the last one leaving Earth.

Within seconds I put all my grieving aside, and yelled, “Let’s go!” We jumped up, joined hands, ran for the gate, and the doors of the shuttle…..

just as the glass of the airport bay began exploding……

It was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Narrator: This couple did get to know each and are doing very well on the new planet Beryl.

It is 5 times the size of Earth with only a few thousand people. It is a little colder, somewhat like Norway.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is fiction.

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 Sun Delivers a Soft Warmth

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A withered, battle scarred hand reaches into the sky hoping, praying,  to find even a small portion of faith to pull down to the earth. To rebuild.

As if as an answer, tree branches part holding their pose and the sun delivers a soft warmth gently caressing our cheek.

And suddenly we know, that yes it will be alright……someday, just not quite yet……but someday……

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Poetry….Came to Live

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It was the ruins. It had always been the ruins, curving his light, causing the blur….the whirl in his spirit.

He knew he was more though. Perhaps he did have an existence after all.

For him woodland trails were more than a healer, he wandered through half praying, because the woods were his teacher.

Waterfalls spoke, and God sent angels that could sense his scar tissue, providing a balm. He was different somehow.

Sprinkles from heaven began the new, and he was able to see the word structure clearly.

Within the wind and the sun he discovered lines. And poetry….came to live. 

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies