In each revelation of words, in each piece of light
a breakthrough
beyond our canopies
that cover our hearts
and minds,
into the realm of discovery.
Poetry lives.
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Category: writing poetry
Ghost Writer
Did you think I was dead? I admit I look ridiculous standing in the middle of the forest,
enjoying the fog, listening for angel’s wings,
but I’m just waiting for the flame
of another poem, or at least
some simple phrases
to be lit deep within my heart.
So no I’m not dead, not yet.
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The Heart of a Poet
Being humbled by our poems we begin to see
the poet within each of us,
seeing our answers
with the eyes of an eagle
seeing wounds do not last forever, and that the poetry
will live and flow,
and move so suddenly
because our hearts
are so connected
to the sea.
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Spirit Wings Extended
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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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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