Where Poetry is Born

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In our spirits, the very core of our beings,

lives a special place, a sacred space,

moving us beyond

our tears, our fears,

into the quiet side

of our hearts

where poetry is born.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, revised 2018, ancient skies, originally posted July 2017

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Mustangs

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Our poems will wait to speak to us, as we hide ourselves away

confident, in luxury condominiums setting up our safety.

But in our living through the storm,

up on the ridge, with our breath taking us

into the wildness of words, where mustangs

fill our minds, and pine trees

are tossed by the wind,

with blizzards that shake loose

our hesitation

blowing through

the fragments

of our hearts,

we become confident

of our survival,

in a place where

our pens run free

and the poetry paints

the wildness

of our spirits.

       

I will be posting here once in a while. Thank you for reading!

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies