The Hue of Purple

I wondered, in this tinge of pink, in this hue of purple

what the poetess would contemplate

in the ocean

seeing, more with the heart

could she hear the music

in the waves?

would whale bones speak to her?

no God would condemn

such a soul that loved the mysteries

the vastness of everything

whose being

was awakened

by the sun.

Note: Dedicated to the memory of the wonderful poetess Mary Oliver.

Mary lived for a time in Massachusetts with her partner Molly Malone Cook. Molly was a photographer and at times took pictures of famous people.

Mary’s poetry speaks to me due to her observations of life and nature, and how she feels about being alive. Currently I’m reading her book Why I Wake Early. It is filled with light, and I always feel lifted when I read her work. I highly recommend it.

Peace.

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Writing Wordflow

Within our veins our wordflow strengthening, surging

moving us forward

yet our phrases, our lines wonder,

wandering,

will the writer ever,

set them down on a page?

the heart is only

a temporary home.

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Courage to Be Who I Am

“You cannot have courage, without being vulnerable.”

Brene Brown

You see courage involves taking risks. And being vulnerable doesn’t mean allowing yourself to be mistreated or abused. It simply means taking the risk…..to be who you are.

I know that I am gentle, a tenderhearted soul and yes because of that I have been ridiculed and bullied. Yet I refuse to be someone else, not even for your reading pleasure.

I will continue to be a gentle person, embracing spirit, while wrapped in a male body….. simply being who I am. God made me this way. I am willing to take the risks and simply be…..me.

Peace to you.

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Thank You So Much

I want to thank all of you for being here, and to thank many of you for your encouragement, advice, blessings, prayers, and overall positivity!

I can’t thank you enough. I’m excited about my plans to remain creative and actively involved with your beautiful sites!

I’ll be posting new work about 4 times a week. And I’ll take mini breaks here and there. After this evening I’ll be back Wednesday.

Thank you so much for reading!

Peace.

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In the Brightness of the Autumn Sun

In the brightness of the autumn sun I can sometimes see

through the thinnest of veils,

where time and peace hold a sacred space,

and where I have the beautiful honor

of writing it all down.

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Shaping Words into a Gentle Rain

I try not to write from my scars. They’re there of course like everyone else, but I make every attempt not to give them too much credit.

So I write from the light or try to. Pieces of encouragement, maybe some profound peace, shaping words into a gentle rain of spring. Rivers instead.

Even if there is a storm, it doesn’t hold onto me anymore.

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The Writer’s Winter

Like many other writers, he refused to see winter as an old grey barn,

or a frozen field abandoned,

and in his walks he really did get infused,

his spirit was lifted.

And he used his wings

to write it all down.

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We Share Something Beautiful

In all that we see around us, and in our world, does our wordflow, our paintflow, become affected?

We often see with our hearts – so how do we respond? I wonder at times if I should stop blogging.

I won’t replay the news but so many horrible things are happening. Racism, killings in the street, disease taking so many away, and an economy faltering.

How can I write, or attempt to write something beautiful in these difficult times?

Well maybe, just maybe that’s the best time to write, and create artwork.

We don’t turn a blind eye, yet we offer hope by sharing our hearts through our creations.

And hopefully……we share something beautiful…..with our world.

Amen. 

      

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A Silver Thread

A silver thread of dawn waking, sky held

muted

in the stillness

his eyes felt heavy brushing the stardust away,

he’d been dreaming of the ancients,

of poems from sages

with prophecies revealed

and the power of psalms.

Could his pen hold the light?

      

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Glimpses of Light

As the Spirit of Lying continues to strangle Washington D.C.,

choking our democracy,

ripping our unity 

we do occasionally have glimpses of light.

And the light of truth

will prevail,

subduing even the far right subverting,

Lying to win, winning at all costs,

will eventually

destroy itself.

     

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