Writing of the Wind

Writing of rivers he knew so well, yet writing of the wind, who can say? Who can describe the clouds

above our ruins? His hawk knew the way, speaking of peace carried on wingtips

yet a stronger wing does not always lift the wordflow….

he simply prayed, and his pen

wrote the fire.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Walking Above the Clouds

Oceans 593

Not every rainbow has a silver lining

not every storm cloud has a softer rain

but if I keep my head clear, heart hopeful

I can walk above the clouds, seeing the world

without boundaries, there are no borders dividing.

I can see the colors sparkling, that there is more

than just mud, beautiful people, and once in a while

I get just a small glimpse

of the stars.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Renewed in the Clouds

hawk wings

Have you ever flown with wings that take you,

far above the heavens, and beyond words?

in the quiet of the clouds, there is oneness.

I’ve never heard a cloud speak,

except in the anger of thunder,

and even then it is brief.

I need to soar into the mist, and see,

to see with different eyes, clear eyes,

what it’s really like,

the earth from the heavens,

the beauty of living in the sun,

while breathing in the air of peace,

soaring above words, above the strife,

seeing creation, and the people,

connected again.

Where there is no war, and the battle,

has been won.



Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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