Solitude

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I may not get to the mountain top today,

or walk in the tall grass

but I can surround myself

with the woods, seeking light,

or walk by the lake,

pause on a rock watching

the ducks gently paddle,

as I close my eyes,

breathing deep.

       

Poetry, Writing and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Note: I like many of you, feel a need to have an inner quiet, a time to reassess and pull back.

I know I always work too hard, post too often. And everytime I say I’m taking a break, it doesn’t happen for long. It’s who I am I guess.

One way I have made time though, is by sharing from my archives. So I’ll do that for awhile, and post less often.

My priorities are to take care of my wife, and my own health.

I’ll also be spending even more time outside (yay!), learning more yoga, exercising, and reading.

I love reading paranormal spy thriller novels, and poetry. My favorite poets right now are Rupi Kaur and Courtney Peppernell.

Thank you for reading!

Ghosts Often Keep Silent

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In the mist, in the density of fog, ghosts often keep silent

taking away even the joy

of birds chirping

preferring a silent forest,

yet keeping their presence

their shadows as they

blip

in and out, waiting

saving the scare

for tourists with too much cologne

and clean,

expensive tennis shoes.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Sending Light Deep Within

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We often live within the memory of the oceans, don’t we?

with every silent dream,

all our whispered prayers

as the water draws us

even farther along

allowing our spirits to stretch out

over the sparkling water

under the expanse 

sending light deep within

who we always were,

yet with a new revelation.

Sea water.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Our Brokenness No Longer Dances

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In the stillness of the forest fog, our brokenness no longer dances,

as we absorb the silence, and the forest accepting

all of our prayers, our captivity is broken.

And our jagged edges

become smooth,

as we hear the hope

of chipmunks playing

in the leaves,

and our spirit breathes 

even more

of our healing.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies