Grey Sky Blue Sky

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The sky was grey this morning, and I couldn’t find the words anywhere,

until I took the weight off my shoulders,

lifted a prayer

and stopped trying to save the world.

Then my grey sky turned blue,

words landed, took shape

and I could even write a poem

or two.

    

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Lifted to the Sky

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As I walk along the beach, sensing the rhythm of the waves,

the depth of the horizon,

and the brightness of the sun,

I allow peace

to free my being

until

I am lifted

to the sky…..

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Words I’ve Been Carrying

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I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase

expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me

but I am cleansed mostly

fig leaves never hiding me

or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,

waiting to write. So I begin again….

We all have a story.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies