Survival

20160418_122232I was surprised when you produced such a clean set of daggars, even after I told you I was hurting……

but you didn’t care, even thinking it was funny, and yes your death blows were devastating……

but each one cracking, opening up a space for light, to seep through and slowly…..

I could see more clearly. Yes I died every day, but eventually I figured out how to pull my shape back together quickly……..

the fragments, the frozen pieces, and I began refusing your kingdom of abandonment and strangulation……

and I walked away, never running, because to be honest, I’m not scared of you anymore.

Note: I’m fine, and my wife and I are fine. We all go through tragedies of some type, dont we? These feelings are expressing pieces of what it feels like……to survive.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Sand Dunes

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I was in my heart on a dry day, and the ocean wind would not satisfy, no matter how much I believed.

So I went through the dunes hunting. Hunting for a reason some people are healed…..

and why some only have the faith of a little bird, with small wings.

Still others are a tortoise shell, hiding their heart, protecting themselves at all costs.

I breathed, and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t keep holding it all, so I let it all go……every heartache.

And finally I allowed myself……to embrace the wind……from the ocean. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

In Our Seasons

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Lately I’ve been experimenting with different times for posting. In some ways blogging can be like politics.

I’ve been hopeful initially and then…….oh no what happened?!

And apparently my work is not nearly as popular as it used to be, it’s only a fraction now of what it once was.

My work of poetry had a certain flow in 2017, which I really love. Yet I have changed too, over the past few years. So admittedly, I do get discouraged.

However, in thinking about it, and in praying about it, I know I still have something to contribute.

I still have a voice here, and I still have something to say. My goal has always been to make the world a more beautiful place.

I’m in the market for a good camera now and plan to explore my continuing love of photography.

Thank you so much for reading, and investing your time here! You all are awesome!

P.S. I’ll be making a few adjustments to the site, and to posting.

Peace.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Loving and Living with Cancer

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It will change both you, in so many ways, unseen

running deep.

But if you hold each other frequently,

talk it through

being gentle always

God will continue to bless

your union. And it’s ok

to be afraid, either one of you

or to express you like this or that,

just never give up

on each other.

You can heal

some of the shattering.

Never walk away 

adding to the devastation.

Trust

and move forward.

Remember

to talk – alot.

Love isn’t just emotions,

love

is a choice.

         

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.

393 Million

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There are 393 million guns in the United States, not including military and police weapons.

We have more guns here than we have people. For every man, woman, child, and infant…. there is a gun, and more than that.

There are times that police arrive on the scene of a shooting and they are out gunned by the shooter.

Countries such as Britain don’t have mass shootings because they have few guns. It’s simple math really.

Having more guns makes us less safe.

And yet certain Senators continue to block legislation that would help us to be safer.

If you live in the U.S. please let your Congressional representatives and Senators know you want some common sense gun control.

The time is now.

Peace.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is a public safety announcement. More poetry is on the way.