The Earth Seemed Young

The earth seemed young back then, primal somehow, when I began

searching through those deep woods trails

the earth veiled in a cloak, I already knew though

the certainty of owls wings in the night

that mist will burn away,

and that the Almighty declared….

we were never alone.

We each will find our way.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2015, revised 2021 rivers renewed

Note: Pieces here originally posted in 2015

Sand Dunes

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I was in my heart on a dry day, and the ocean wind would not satisfy, no matter how much I believed.

So I went through the dunes hunting. Hunting for a reason some people are healed…..

and why some only have the faith of a little bird, with small wings.

Still others are a tortoise shell, hiding their heart, protecting themselves at all costs.

I breathed, and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t keep holding it all, so I let it all go……every heartache.

And finally I allowed myself……to embrace the wind……from the ocean. 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Our Nights Are Ended

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As the sun betrays the darkness

our nights are ended, walking

more closely now with

the beginning,

then when we first started.

It is our feet on the earth

that move us here,

but our souls

are moved

by the sun,

as we search

the horizon.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Sound of Bells

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Ghosts don’t mind the sound of bells

reminding them of easier times, of joy

a church with a wedding, a ship guided

safely through the fog, along with wood creaking

brings a sense of hope. But some ghosts enjoy the grey,

waiting for a warm fire in an empty house

absorbing the silence, the lack of a body,

to care for. Most of them though, long for eyes,

real eyes, veins pumping real blood

so please don’t laugh at them when they search

for a body with a pulse, and for bells,

reminding them of easier times.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

In the Quiet

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It’s in the quiet, that I’m strong,

I love the woods,

but I’m not always there,

even when I am there,

drifting, lost,

wondering,

wanting to go deeper,

into solitude,

the one place,

I can find truth,

where I can close the doors,

and sense the Creator,

where there is sanity,

and the humane,

instead of the noise,

that means nothing.

Fall is a great time for leaves,

the wind,

my shoes crunching,

learning to walk,

in the quiet,

in the depth,

of my soul.

and finding,

who I am.

      

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Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The 1970’s

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A Prose Poem

The guitars were heavy then, with a lot of metal. The drums were a big brother, speaking with power, no whimpiness, never just coasting, only driving full speed. Chevys with mag wheels, spinning, fish-tailing, calling the grown-ups liars, because it was all about the anger. V8’s roaring. Anger of our youth, in the parking lot of McDonald’s with beer, hanging out. Quick hide it!

Dates at the movies, sometimes in the car, wondering who she really was, but not listening to her voice. She did have a beautiful….way. Searching the starlights, wanting to feel alive, maybe it’s in the Zen? She was on a different level, I was on the ground looking at the trees, breaking boards in Tae Kwon Do.

The answers were in the woods then. Never alone but solitude, comforting, calling like a silent snow falling on the trees. I discovered I had a spirit, but needed a job. Working, money, more car money, fixing the tail pipes.

And then there was college, an experiment really. Looking for the right one, but I would not meet My Love, until years later. I had some growing up to do. Thankfully, she understood me.

        

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

image from wallpaper-kid via google

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Last Man on Planet Earth

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He hid in a cave for three weeks. Fortunately, with this last biological plague, there was no more screaming coming from the valley below. Besides the water he had stockpiled, his most valued possession was his wind up radio, which didn’t need any batteries. The news had all stopped now, and he wasn’t sure how many people had died. But before the broadcasts had ended, he heard that there were a few people, known to have an immunity to the virus. Was he one of them? He wasn’t sure.

Should he go down to look around? The closest buildings were some houses, and further down the mountain, a small shopping center. After waiting two more days, he decided to give it a try, and spend no more than thirty minutes in the area, after which he would quickly retreat back to the cave. He was terrified he would catch whatever it was that had swept through the area so quickly, but his food had run out days ago. He started down the mountain, on foot.

As he walked past the houses that dotted the mountain, there was no one around. Were they all gone now? He stuck to the road as he walked, believing that if he went too close, or knocked on their doors, he would get a pistol or shotgun in his face. Nothing moved. There was only the wind, rustling through the trees.

Several miles later he made his way to the shopping center. He knew there was a 7-11, and a few small stores. Maybe he could get a sandwich at the deli. As he got closer, he could see something wasn’t right. There were clumps of something laying on the ground, he could make out a purse, next to a car with an open door. They were dead bodies!! His mind started racing, he wanted to run. But wait – there was no smell, and they weren’t quite dead bodies. What was going on here?

He noticed there was no sound here either, and the silence was heavy. He managed to calm himself down, as he carefully walked closer. His heart started pounding.

They were clothes, different piles of clothes, without anyone in them! People had fallen right where they were, shoes, belts, hats, all in a mostly neat row, making the outline of a person, but there was no body. Chill bumps ran up and down his spine.

It was very clear that whatever killed these people, dried them up so badly, that it turned their remains into dust, which then blew away in the wind. Would he catch the infection? He didn’t care anymore, he needed food, so he rummaged through the 7-11, and then the deli, loading up his backpack with as much as he could. He took off again, running up the mountain.

He felt horrible taking things that he hadn’t paid for, but he had no choice…….

 

To be continued.

 

 

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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