We Hold On Anyway

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Even within our worst isolation, we rage

against the lonely grey

reaching, searching,

clawing at the edges

somehow finding the strength

to pray, or at least to look over our shoulder

sensing a speck of light,

the kind we used to know,

so that we hold on anyway,

building another layer

of hope.

      

Poetry, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Welcome to Ancient Skies

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I have alot of new readers lately and many of you are international, so I just wanted to say, welcome to my blog!

I’m so glad you’re here! Unless you’re a bully. No bullies allowed!

I have more than 2,600 posts here, mostly I write poetry now. I do write some minifiction.

I love combining the ideas of nature, spirit, wholeness, healing, and how words can encourage us.

Hope is one of my biggest themes! Here is a small sample of the way I write:

Winter peace speaks to me,

within my spirit

in the silence

of the falling snow.

Welcome to Ancient Skies!

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

The Day When Thunder Was Born

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Back in the day when thunder was born and lightning let go of the shaking,

we did run with the wolves shoulder to shoulder,

through the forest bending

while the Earth felt our ascending.

Until that day – when violence

entered the world causing

our separation.

Yet some wolves still howl today

lamenting, longing

for their human brothers running.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies