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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!
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Poems and prayers may be etched in stone
yet only after they fill us
held
in our most sacred of spaces,
the human heart,
our spirits within.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
We were writers back then, weren’t we My Love?
Writing over every scar,
infusing every story
with the imprint of the other
inseparable really,
an edge
to our day and night
as we got lost in each other’s arms
and found out who
we really were
with fresh lines
we even spoke our own language,
had a certain wildness.
Love written
on our hearts,
so amazingly…….
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
In the space between the seasons, sunlight filters gently
in and through the leaves
giving us a mix of green
and yet some of the glory
found in the golden treasure
of autumn.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
Note: I’m under the weather today and will be back soon.
Lately I’ve been experimenting with different times for posting. In some ways blogging can be like politics.
I’ve been hopeful initially and then…….oh no what happened?!
And apparently my work is not nearly as popular as it used to be, it’s only a fraction now of what it once was.
My work of poetry had a certain flow in 2017, which I really love. Yet I have changed too, over the past few years. So admittedly, I do get discouraged.
However, in thinking about it, and in praying about it, I know I still have something to contribute.
I still have a voice here, and I still have something to say. My goal has always been to make the world a more beautiful place.
I’m in the market for a good camera now and plan to explore my continuing love of photography.
Thank you so much for reading, and investing your time here! You all are awesome!
P.S. I’ll be making a few adjustments to the site, and to posting.
Peace.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
What would an angel say if she visited you in the middle of the night? Would she dry your eyes, and wipe your tears?
Nah, she would probably say, “What, the hell are you so afraid of? It’s time to get your boots on, and don’t forget your shield.”
“Pick up that sword you used to carry so well. You need to get your fight on hon, so let’s go!”
“You and I have some dragons to slay……”
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, 2019, ancient skies
When I walk this trail, as so many generations did before,
through the shadows of the pines,
over the large rocks and small,
I often think of hawks,
and shadows of wings
covering the earth
and of a people
who roamed free.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
