Embracing Our Survival

100_1467

When every tribe, language, ethnic group and nation,

begins to learn

to respect one another

harming no one,

the Earth will embrace

our survival, teaching us

to be gentle

and the essence

of life. Amen.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Survival

20160418_122232I was surprised when you produced such a clean set of daggars, even after I told you I was hurting……

but you didn’t care, even thinking it was funny, and yes your death blows were devastating……

but each one cracking, opening up a space for light, to seep through and slowly…..

I could see more clearly. Yes I died every day, but eventually I figured out how to pull my shape back together quickly……..

the fragments, the frozen pieces, and I began refusing your kingdom of abandonment and strangulation……

and I walked away, never running, because to be honest, I’m not scared of you anymore.

Note: I’m fine, and my wife and I are fine. We all go through tragedies of some type, dont we? These feelings are expressing pieces of what it feels like……to survive.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The Earth Would Bring Healing

20180204_121501

She squinted through the snowfall, her determination burning once again, in spite of the howling wind.

She had followed the wings of the hawk, and now….was that a cave? They had been led here for sure….”C’mon my love!” she yelled to him, who struggled with each step.

He had saved her so many times, now it was her turn. They knew this was not the time for dying.

Once they collapsed inside the cave, they found it warm and safe. They had survived the ruination, the last of all wars, led by the spirit hawk, surely it was a sign.

The Earth would bring healing. There would be a spring, and hope…..was about to be born.

From the Apocalyptic Journal.

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Walk On Spirit, Walk On

100_1499

Walk on spirit, walk on, past the shadows lingering

from our political ashes

beyond the rhetorical chains

walk on, and run into the safety

of earth and sky, where oceans release

our humanity, and poetry sings

a sweet melody,

into the center of our hearts,

where love is remembered

pulled out, rescued

from the lifeless

museum.

Walk on spirit, walk on.

   

Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Laughing at the Hawk

100_5717

A hawk shifts slightly on one of the highest branches, as he listens

to a mouse below burrowing, through last year’s leaves.

A chipmunk jumps here and there, bolder today

due to the density of the fog,

laughing at the hawk, because

all of the creatures know

there will be no hunting

in the forest, today.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies