In peace we run stronger – how is your peaceflow today?
is your spirit flowing in a good direction,
have you held close
the promise of the sky?
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Even when I’m folding my wings I’m very aware
of the wordflow waiting…
phrases seeking
another river,
another poem
from within my heart.
I’m grieving like many of you over the deadly racism in the United States.
Do we have a right to criticize other nations? It’s a sin really from our very beginning.
And I also grieve for how the far-right is ripping us apart. Caring more for their assault rifles than they do for people.
Closer to home my wife needs further treatments for cancer. The last round was not enough.
There will be more aggressive, more invasive treatments and that means more horrible side effects.
And we had a cousin die recently…..from cancer. This was the cousin that had the big family gatherings every year…
for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’ve eaten at their home many times. He was in his forties, married with children.
I’ve shared these things because I’ve had the wind knocked out of me like I wrote in yesterday’s poem.
No, I don’t feel a need to stop blogging. I still have plenty of wordflow…….somewhere, but I’m grieving.
I just need some restoration, with my wings folded.
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A stone feather, with purple light wrapped, in soft petals
as the drowsy joy of dawn,
puts to sleep
the mystery of the night.
He opens his front door,
breathing in
the morning air.
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Pink and green, defeat darkness
every single time,
always have,
always will,
aren’t you glad
God made flowers?
Rhododendron
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Today an Iris instead of a virus, the beauty of nature bringing healing to our hearts and minds.
And the only thing better than an Iris, is more than one.
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Note: I find my work being alot more simple lately. Maybe sometimes poetry is too complicated.
The most beautiful words I have ever heard,
have been quietly spoken,
a softness of spirit
gentle whispers,
making all the difference…..
creating
a powerful beauty.
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I learned how to turn and shape my discovery,
my emblazoned star
into a more pliable romance,
so she would notice me,
and we could both walk out of this mess together,
seeking wholeness. We did find
the right shoes though,
used, but in remarkable condition.
And she spun, twirled
in her cotton skirt,
with the sun in her hair
the scent of lavender
defending us,
and that’s how it all began really,
our journey together.
Note: Sometimes we find ourselves by finding each other.
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