There
is a flow
to nourish
the bones of my story
Her singing bowls have just
begun a morning’s ring…
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Let the ceilings fall
Let the earth open it’s lungs
Let the magic in the trees reach out to me
Between here and sanity
Between lost shoes and bare feet
Between the atoms of waters
Between the sky and I
I am Wilde
I am aggrandize gold
I am …
VisionarieKindness 2015
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I got up with a fire
in my belly
rhythm in my step
Poetry in my veins
VisionarieKindness 2015
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Some days
stillness can be moved
with thunder
and loud crashes of hail
but that’s where good stories begin…
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Oh darling
just dance,
Shed your tears to skies
upon stolen dreams
we weep
out of death life has replenished
us anew song.
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(image credit photo: November rain- http://majamaki.com/2012/11/november-rain/ )
My soul
emerged – east of the Nile river
deeper – in the Red sea
Nesting in the wilderness
Hatching in milk and honey
I fastened my shoes in Passover
Borrowed gold, exchanged my foreign speech,
not bruised, marked or curse
Yet-upright my soul stood proudly
My soul has a name in Canaan- that’s mighty sweet.
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(image by:Stillness Speaks Facebook)
I am grateful to write,
what would I do
If I couldn’t
Write?
Writing is my wings on fire
my Crisco
my shea butter
my spicy crackle
my closet dance
Writing – gets me to be me!
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“Breathing in, I see myself as still water.
Breathing out, I reflect things as they are.”~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
Image credit: Autumn Stream, by Art G., (CC BY 2.0), https://goo.gl/ZFbOk4 -
Sanity -Night,
Hog-weeds are much taller in late-spring.
Miles of untapered
Normality-falling into
shard-glass.
Hearts-pumping in misery
Watching the sun and moon hold hands
pressing breast to breast -ironsmithing, effervescent
breathing…
Fabric-wrapping Emerald’s
Violet kisses through subway tracks,
stretching printed patterns that make each girl,
Rich,
giggling in spoons of love.
In this poem I give my abstract attempt of bridge in love…So as I saw the moon and I saw the sun too I say “well now these two gift me such a delightful treat…and that’s when the words came..
Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.
Happy writing!
Krissy Mosley Ministries 