A lonely place,
with salvation and intention
Running waters while I weep:
Dredging undefine pipelines
dredging underneath insecurities
dredging backward toward
gravity’s feet
separating the void-nothingness
In the beginning…
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Open doors to me
lover dance so gently
like summer’s heat
like silver streams of mercy
like silver honey
like healing doors
for all of me…
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No smoke No fire:
I don’t know where the sea joined me,but the sea had come.I noticed along every path,through tunnels and useful roads the trees were meaner. Their presence just like me giggled at the chance to see single drops pouring sideways .I stood there in foggy bushes,evergreens and hogweeds.The trees danced with swirls, I tried to mimic. Pillowing further into my thoughts, rushing to steam off such bias helpings, the trees .
As if to say, remember the void. Nothingness ,thee great gulf that separated the waters. That holy occurrence, that made heaven real and called light day.Upon this firmament- rested during the night and breathed into man’s nostrils. To make the first souls.Or else, Noah would return – preach good tidings once more. Earth would be destroyed. Instead of holy water he’d bring the hurricane -the ocean and all its power. Elated into joy, there was no more need of one pitiful suicide but all of us could die together.
I have taken time off to finish a fictional Novel I’d started. I am learning so much about life and myself as I attempt to edit and rewrite 147 pages.Yes I am a newbie when it comes to writing books. I am enjoying the ride.Any editing tips would be gratefully appreciated .
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Morning Breeze
brings me
Happiness
I have taken a small blogging break. It feels good in this space. Still loving life and dancing to the wind.I’m not quite sure when I’ll blog daily. After-all the wind is magical landing in my ear. Whispering to me write,dance and sing, This is me, doing my weekly Poetry…(all rights reserved2015)
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Ode my spirit
strumming
chimer -ing straws of memories
I was called here
bumming rides on-wombs of mercy
Ode spirit – shivering greatness -in birth
Ham-bone and grinning
Junes’ Snow
Blueberry oak
Expanding in Milk and Honey
Ode spirit,
I’ve come…
I’ve come, home.
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(Free google image)
His hat hung just above the tiled brow.
Formerly he wore his best,
High altered pursuit -Ivory Grey
Drinking -dusty winds
Perching, gently its blue-ish bill.
Practicing his craft on human-rubbish
Gliding his hallowed cry – eeeer.
Against ghetto ‘s, sand-dunes,war zones and cliffs too
Robotic faces shhing feathered hands
still on he came,
Proudly, shaking the bear,
Resiliently, greeting lion cubs,
Flying parallel with each blustery storm.
Protected by the universe, Mr. Sea Gull.
Today I did not follow the prompt, I’ve gone my own way. I meet a beautiful friend today and thought I’d share my feelings. National Poetry is coming to a close.I felt much pressure writing. I’ve enjoyed each fresh rhythmic line. I have much to be thankful for. Writing is my water,my glass-slippers to the ball.My healing. Writing is my friend. All Rights Reserved 2015.
Please check out NaPoWriMo here for today’s prompt if you like:
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Horizontally stretched in opposite direction
A runner’s stance – orchestrated
to go the distance.
Measuring her (stride)full -breath
each vibrating tentacles
evoking the wind
There are earthquakes, of explosions in all directions
no isolated acts in tragedie
each mother’s child
Just a step in way of bombing blows of9’11
Just a gunshot away of Walter Scott
Run with me-
Her elbows are rubbed in hope’s grease
her heart pumping in endurance
and though darkness has comes
She has no legs to run
her eyes glare at the finish
her strength arose from the rims of despair
Running to a
that place where hurt shall be no more
Running to the trees touch that sky
running for her freedom
running because I count too!
Running for my life
Running,
laying,- aside my fears
Running. to grow my trees,
again…
This poem is inspired by: Oklahoma Bombings, Events9’11 and the current tragedy in “Nepal”
http://kfor.com/2015/04/26/thousands-of-oklahomans-gearing-up-for-oklahoma-city-memorial-marathon/
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In my dreams, I am a star.
Awaken to a service.
without bread.
Maybe I’ll outlive them all.
written in honor of Landays Poetry, I tried….
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Our spirits groan deep within.
Yearning for each mountain to climb.
A subtle gaze to look upon,
ancient-land.
The wooden staff ,
healing-breeze
For when the mountain calls you- go
Go-home to the “burning tree”
and listen closely,
the mountain speaks.
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Dear Pen,
Throwing water through the sky
sometimes I cry without any reason or any need
Yet the melodies of breathing loudly,
Ohay-Ohey ,
This joy,
I find -hiding and seeking
underneath the journey of my purse
in the back alleys, off sidewalks
Ohay-Ohey,
I stoop, breaking through silence-halls in my mind
I empty all my
worries-siftingOhay-Ohey,
growing up in courage
we’ll meet again.
Krissy Mosley Ministries 