My light, ignited by the colors of autumn,
spirit wings extended,
and the poems?
They simply write,
themselves
having learned how to fly.
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Category: writing poetry
Where Poetry is Born
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
In the Morning Fog
He picks up his pen a little slower now,
recognizing the brokenness
contains a poem
not so jagged,
and that his light
is easily defused
in the morning fog.
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The Hope of Spring
In the springtime we are redeemed, aren’t we? Within the warm air
a flower teaches us rebirth, and a light rain
washes us, lifting our spirits
hopeful, we look forward
to the earth infusing
our poetry,
and art.
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Mustangs
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.
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The Quiet Still Held by Winter
With our spirits gently drifting within and through
the snowfall,
our words will give shape
to our meditation,
even a poem worthy
of silent reflection,
in the quiet
still held by winter.
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Opening Our Sails
Dreams of poetry are often a matter of opening our sails
allowing the wind to fill us, embracing the strength
of the unlimited ocean.
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