Writer’s Wings

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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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Finding Each Other

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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.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

On Our First Date

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She was so nervous, talking alot in the car,

at the Chinese place reaching

for my hand.

Later she said she knew

I was the one…….

but she had trouble with trusting.

I could see the gold

running through her veins,

and I knew whenever we did

eventually make love

I would need to protect

her heart, her fragile flower,

so I silently committed

my life to her.

We’ve been together ever since….

I still buy her flowers by the way,

and she really likes fresh breath…..

so I brush my teeth alot,

to this very day.

           

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Birdsong Awakens

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Birdsong awakens the forest renewed, leaves surge

and I sense a new blood now

in my veins,

I pause

with my pen flashing,

the wordflow shifting

from the colder air.

I hold the moment

breathing phrases,

hopefully forming….

a poem

from my spirit.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: I know it is a little early for spring, but I’m in that mindset now.