wings – Rivers Renewed

Where the Sky was Once Blue Part IV – 18+

I woke up suddenly sitting straight up, yelling “What the hell was that?!” Mari barely stirred but the house was shaking. She mumbled, “What??”

“The house is shaking!!” I was louder now. Mari sat up sleepily, “Oh that’s just Emma exercising. It’s her version of Pilates”. She fell back down then rolled over. I wasn’t convinced. The shaking stopped then started again. A picture fell off the wall, and a stick of deodorant fell onto the bathroom floor.

“Are you sure?! Maybe it’s one of her supernatural organisms?” Mari sat up again listening. The shaking stopped again. “Well I don’t hear any moaning…..so it’s not….. wait. Organisms?”

After Mari reassured me that the house was built to bomb shelter specifications, I dozed off again, but sleep was difficult. I kept dreaming of thunder and lightning. Something fell off the wall.

I did feel Mari’s fingers in my hair, and she whispered, “Sleep well my dear you will need your strength for tomorrow….. when we have our own gymnastics…..”

I was in a deep sleep, laying somewhere in green fields when it hit me, and my eyes popped open….. wait. “Gymnastics?”

In the Wind Swept Valleys

She noticed that in the wind swept valleys, poetry was waiting

some recovery words, a healing stream with phrases

even after the darkness fell, wind would pull her

through as light caught her wing, the good one,

she was never surprised really of how good

it was to come into the light again, or stand

on top of the mountain.

Visions Replacing Shadows

In the healing of the mountains a lone eagle gave me courage,

suddenly being able to see now, with visions

replacing shadows

canyons were no longer dark places

and the sky,

we love the freedom of the sky

don’t we?

was so much closer,

I felt I could almost

touch the center

of where

I wanted to be.

P.S. Due to having some health issues I need share some previous work for a few days.

In the Starkness of the Grey Dawn

In the starkness of the grey dawn, within the shadows of her heart, Emma hovered above the stone walls in the strength and immensity of her own wings. Palermo was such an ancient city, filled with mysteries.

She was searching for the one, the one who said he would love her, a promise made.

Yet something told her…..to wait.

And there…..he was running in the courtyard……chasing a rabbit? He quickly began changing unaware she was watching, and became more and more of jaw, and fangs and fur. A wildness took over his eyes. And then…..she looked away devastated. Sensing the pain.

She had seen it all and decided she would never know the strength of his thighs, the sweetness of his breath. He would never touch her. He had told her he was not violent, and he lied.

He was nothing but horror and blood. Part wolf she could understand, but a liar? A killer? Never.

She quickly summoned more of the grey clouds to hide her escape. Calling forth the wind and the rain, thinking they would cleanse her of what she had seen and her stupidity for trusting him. She drew herself in, with the comfort of her wings. She aimed for Milan.

He never knew she found out his secret, only that there was something strange in the wind that day, and in the rain…..

Prayer Poems

On some days there are prayer poems dancing, maneuvering within my being,

and I can only hold them until the midday sun, giving them wings,

letting them go, watching them spin ascending

into that space between earth and sky

into the air unfettered

they fly.

Wholeness in Our Spirit Wings

The space between our wounds, was always meant for the peace descending,

in the form of light.

Wholeness

in our spirit wings.

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!

The Strength of Our Wing

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The strength of our wing, the power

of our words

always depends

on the heart,

the freedom

within.

Hope Begins to Fill My Eyes

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With wings outstretched, tilting my head, then banking to the left I break the pattern, the shell encasing my sky,

refusing the bonds or to live in the darkness of being discouraged… hope begins to fill my eyes,

with new life until finally the horizon comes into view, and I am free.

Amen.

As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

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A solitary golden feather is lifted as the wind moves over the hawk’s shoulder.

Chipmunks are breathless as the mountains bask in the sunlight.

Yet the hawk spins his head towards a murmuring sound close by. A lone figure, praying in the shadows of the mountain.

Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants.

Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?

Note: Influenced by Native American creation stories.

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