Wordflow Ascending

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When we seek our healing, grasping all the light we can reach

we will be amazed

by our wordflow ascending,

building a stronger wing,

watching the pain fall

quietly

to the ground.

      

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Swirling in the Snow and the Wind

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Sometimes barely a thread connects my spirit to wordflow

and yet I find my voice surprising me

in a snow covered forest,

as if the wind was whispering

my name, and somehow knew me

more than I ever thought possible.

And so I write these few lines

hoping and praying

that a poem lives within.

Listen……do you hear your own whispers?

they’re swirling in the snow

and the wind.

      

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Writing with the Winter Wind

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I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,

with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.

I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.

I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!

      

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Whispering into the Woods

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When I whispered into the woods today,

into the peace,

into the quiet waiting,

poems escaped

and prayers took shape lifting themselves

far beyond the tallest trees,

and I realized I was filtering

through the sunlight and the shade.

We need both really

to understand

our own

heart language.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies