The Wings of Birds Soaring

Wordflow only holds onto the healing of poetry

as long as bitterness is cast away

spinning, descending

back to where it came from.

Our best work

lives with a heart running

like prayers on the wings

of birds soaring.

      

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In Your Wings

Let it roar, let it rip

let loose, let it fly

let tear across the morning sky

your words discovering why

there’s poetry

in your wings.

     

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Note: From my archives.

A Piece of the Sun

Within the heart of our poetry

there is a light worth keeping,

a piece of the sun

to strengthen

and encourage.

    

Note: From my archives.

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Words Spoken

Well I received a notice the other day from wordpress saying I’ve been blogging for 5 years!!

Thank you again for all of your wonderful support here. I wish I could follow each one of you.

I don’t write out of some psychological need, and I certainly don’t write here to make money! Although it would be nice to have some books to sell. 

I write simply because the words live within me. They simply flow.

Here’s a poem for today:

Words living within not to be hidden

or tucked away

but meant to be spoken

or written

from the heart.

   

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The Words I’ve Been Carrying

I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase

expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me

but I am cleansed mostly

fig leaves never hiding me

or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,

waiting to write. So I begin again….

We all have a story.

     

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The Mystery of a Poem

The mystery of a poem dwells within our hearts,

as we connect and flow,

turning over words

until

we are a river

from the sacred mountains.

    

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In These Mountains

On a tough day, or when I need recovering, you can find me,

or I can find myself again

in these mountains.

You see they have a way,

a miraculous way

of removing bitterness

and fatigue.

Note: These mountains are just 5 minutes from my house.

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