Shopping for Hats

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I love your rosy lips, your bright smile as you try on different hats My Love,

looking in the mirror, looking to me for a sense of validation.

And if you wear this one My Love, no one will ever see me kissing

your cheek, under the brim.

Yes, you will always be beautiful

to me, with or without

your hat on.

 

Note: My wife wears hats all the time (except at home) because she needs to, having had cancer twice now.

Yet you will not find a more positive, beautiful person.

Two things keep us going as a couple and separately…….our faith in God…… and our love for each other.

Peace.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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Warrior

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And in his dream he was a boy again, praying,

in a church with stained glass, 

praying to be strong,

to become a warrior

to fight the bullies of this world,

and when he woke up,

searching the ceiling, he said,

“amen…”

as the sun was rising.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Roar and Rage of Winter

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He squinted his eyes against another attack by the icy wind. The snow tore sideways now, containing small chips of sleet, he shrunk his neck even further down into his parka,

with one hand holding onto his hat. He was tired of this roar and rage of winter, the daily fight with the wind.

But he was a tough ole guy and on this day he leaned in, lifting up a prayer, thankful that he had a job to go to,

which meant they both had the medical coverage they needed so desperately.

No ugly wind would ever take his wife. He was a tough ole guy still fighting, the roar and rage

of winter.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Survivors

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As I look out over the ocean I do see some dreams just beyond the horizon,

and yet within the storm the reality speaks

we are not always stronger,

all of us, each one of us

are somehow survivors, even

if we don’t know how we got here.

Perhaps the sun on the surface will at least place a smile on our face,

and the sand beneath our feet surging the power of the Earth into us

so that we are able to face the tides once again

with the pushing and pulling

against us,

we continue forward anyway.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

We Still Seek the Colors in Our Light

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There are times our trauma rips open the sky, refusing to listen

to reason, taking our faith along the jagged edge,

with knives ready, yet we still seek the colors

in our light.

Surprised, we are drawn to the rose tattoos, blue

in the hair and loud guitars. Refusing

to accept the despair or another

tired sermon we grasp

the concert lights

and rock on

believing

in the raw power

that we are not alone

and we’re not gonna die

tonight.

Note: These guitars are very loud. Please be careful with the volume. However, I find the words incredibly encouraging and somehow the raw power fits beautifully. By the way, Jen Ledger is one of the best drummers you will find anywhere.

 

Poetry and Photo © Copyright 2018, ancient skies, Emerald jewelry by unknown artist, music by Skillet, fans of Skillet call themselves – panheads!