let our love be displayed

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unseen
are the trees,
that live so long
in-between, the myriad
noise and clatter,
of the unsuspecting dream

rooted
in place,
they wait, silently
drawing strength from
the majesty pouring forth,
from the earthโ€™s very core

touched
by the clay beneath,
they reach for the sky,
and listen for our lullaby

to begin
again

as
we coalesce
beside their very best,
and remind ourselves
they are of nature,
and, our makers very best

for,

it is within
our hearts, that lives
the truest test

of
our resilience
to match
their guidance,
alongside a millennia
of previous trauma

which,

though
continues today,
let us please pray

and, give thanks
on this day,
for the beauty
living inside
the trees dismay,
not often
enough conveyed

yet,
often betrayed,
so, let our love
be displayed

In response to the WDYS #93 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #connection, #earth, #healing, #humanity, #life, #love, #nature, #planet, #poem, #poems, #protection, #safegaurd, #trauma, #trees

to live a life as full as heeded

Photo by Svyatoslav Romanov on Unsplash

locked inside
a container,
of my own making

I struggle to find
the light,
complete absence
thereof,
sets me off with a fright

struggling
to breath,
wondering
if life
is all that it seems

I get quiet,
quiet enough
to hear
the hammering
of my heart,
against
my painful chest

then,

it picks up
speed,
in relation
to the myriad
thoughts
roiling around my head,

faster
than anything
can be said
to have sped

slowing
them down
not possible,
tools escape me,
trapped,
and isolated,
tears well
in my eyes,
and I even,
at that time,
struggle to cry

they
leak instead,
when fullness
overflows
into stations
of another
portended foundation

and,

years later,
I will reflect on
these times,
after learning
has been delivered,
and understanding
is bourgeoning
within my hearts center

holding
these memories
ever so lightly,
abiding in my center
and knowing,
though painful,
these experiences,
were necessary, and
needed,
to live a life as full
as heeded


#poetry, #center, #emotions, #foundation, #heart, #knowing, #learning, #letting-go, #life, #living, #love, #memories, #poem, #poems, #reminiscence, #understanding

life is already alight

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feelings
running so deep,
itโ€™s as if the being
calling me forth,

is interested

in fractured ways
of living,
splitting me
in two,
as I continue
to learn more
about the entry
to heavensโ€™ door

located

on this earth,
in this moment

present
to the love within
every being, and
living thing
on this
beautiful planet
pulling me towards
them

with a fervor,
impossible
to ignore

we listen,
hear the heartache,
and,
hold the pieces
of being together
with theirs,
in a dance
of past mistakes,
future worries,
and steps one may take

while
we
call them
present
to the gift
in the stillness
of this
moment

a gift, which

requires quietness,
and listening
with all your might

drawing
upon your intention,
and an inner-knowing
that all of life
is already
alight


#poetry, #alight, #awareness, #contemplation, #heartache, #intention, #introspection, #life, #love, #moments, #peace, #poem, #poems, #presence, #quietness, #realization, #stillness

The Brilliance of Life, Published at MasticadoresUSA

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I am so pleased to announce that my poem, The Brilliance of Life, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Another big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their support, and for publishing this piece.

The Brilliance of Life

My heart breaks
with every
breath I take,
and though
Iโ€™ll keep moving,
there are times when
I just sit still,
and let the emotions
wash over meโ€ฆ

I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!


#poetry, #brilliance, #contemplation, #emotions, #introspection, #life, #love, #movement, #poem, #poems, #reflection

open hearts have healed

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I stared
at the screen,
and nothing came

forward,

until
a whisper
of something
quite different
came flying by,
in pure insistence

unannounced
at the time,
was this tiny flicker
of insight,
waiting to be seen
on just
the right night

feeling
first,
is how it works

a stirring,

awaiting
recognition,
as it
makes its way
to the floor outside
our open hearts door

knocking
for entry, realizing
weโ€™re retreating,

it waits,
wonders, and
all the while
saunters,

back and forth
pacing,
and relishing
in the journey
at our hearts very core

sending
messages unheard,
unseen,
yet felt
by those
with the ability
to be free
from constricted sense-

abilities

arising
more,
while numbness
subsides,
resulting in
a most fantastic
grin,
which I adore

ages
come and go,
yet,
wherever
we do travel,
human beings
on this planet
know one thing
for sure

open hearts
have healed
for ages, and
will continue to
far past the time
when
weโ€™ve left this plane
forevermore


I sat down last night to write my diary entry, and, well, nothing came forward. That was, until I opened the document I use to write poetry drafts. Then, this piece came forward. How fun it all is.

Have a beautiful week, everyone.

#poetry, #connection, #contemplation, #emotion, #healing, #hope, #humanity, #insight, #instrospection, #life, #love, #open-heart, #poem, #poems, #realization

Haiku #33

Image credit; Yulia Matvienko

friends
connected through
pain and pleasure
they are
far from fair-weather

In response to the WDYS #92 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #connection, #friends, #haiku, #humanity, #life, #love, #poem, #poems, #shared, #wdys

another story all its own

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my feet
feel the grass
beneath me,
and inside, I
smile secretly,
and think
about the next scene

together,
joined forever, like
two lovers,
first met, when
they were young
enough to remember,
the next phase instead

of a memory

of something else,
harkening back
not so gently,
to the first time
you came into view,
and I fled

from
your embrace,
altogether longing,
yet, I just kept running,
thinking too much,
feeling not enough, and
making way on my own

shrill and stuffed

from the voluminous
calamities
that filled my mind,
and are impossible,
at times,
to deny,
and,
never
ever
to rewind,
nor find

lost, and

bleak
as it may seem
on my inner-screen,
I get up again,
let the tears come
as they may, pray,
and ask for
forgiveness each day

life is lived
inside of
you and me,
and when
we need to scream,
itโ€™s all okay, as

the feelings come
whether
we want
them to or not,
and, in fact,
resisting,
only makes them
persist
until weโ€™re grown

working
through them
though?

is another
story
all its own,
filled with hope
and, the glory shown


#poetry, #another-story, #beauty, #calamity, #contemplation, #emotions, #introspection, #letting-go, #life, #love, #mind, #poem, #poems

their own gift to shed

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something always
draws me
to the page,
sort of like
a moth to a flame

tiny flickering
of insight,
ignites within,
and weโ€™re off
on a whim

Yirumaโ€™s,
Sunset Bird
playing
on my headset,
least I forget
the inspiration
that lives onโ€ฆ

in this
beautiful worlds
shedding

of blessings

all-around,
which,
we can see
when we
stay present,
sound,

and
grounded
in the reality
we know
is there, even if,
and when,
we are
unawares

itโ€™s lovely
to contemplate
our existence
on this
planet spinning
through space

round,
and,
round
we go, where
will we stop,
nobody truly knows,

yet,

there
is a knowing,
for you and I,
if we
silently abide

in
that
which we feel
on the
loneliest of nights

chilled
to the bone,
with no hand
to hold
but our own

and, even
then,
my dear friends,

know,
you are
not alone,
in this galaxy
far from
space,

as the human
connection
we share
is anything
but commonplace

each
has
their own gift
to shed,
and when
exposed to the light,
it is truly
beyond compare,
and, oh, so bright

there, there,
then,

on those
lonely nights,
we all have them,
fear, and fright,

abound,

yet
whatโ€™s
truly astounding,
is the feeling
I get when Iโ€™m
connected within,
and, to
all my friends,

and, yes,

thatโ€™s you
reading this
before
youโ€™re off to bed

a lullaby
for you instead

sleep well,
my
dear ones,
and never forget,
time is always there,
and we are
never, ever,
second best,
only ever truly blessed


#poetry, #blessed, #contemplation, #earth, #gifts, #humanconnection, #humanity, #introspection, #life, #light, #lonely, #love, #planet, #poem, #poems, #shared

our Motherly homestead

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wind caresses
my soul, like a
tapestry, impossible
to hold

I let the sounds,
drown,
my inner-dialogue,

and, focus
instead,

on the beauty
in front of me,
of a thousand
bled

journeys,
human misery, and
cunning,
tread

with skies,
so red

and, yes,

baffling
to the eye, when
we donโ€™t
even
try

hard enough,

to take care of
the planets
lullaby,
beautiful
read,

and,

sung
so softly to us
since the
cradle
was made, and
we laid down for
our first
song-related fable

which, leaves me

wondering
now
about
humanities
current thread,

so ask,

may we now
please
portend
less,

leaving
aside
the disrespect,
and, instead

reflect,
and disregard abject,
in favor of love-
born respect
for our Motherly
homestead?


#poetry, #care, #earth, #ecological, #life, #love, #mother, #nature, #planet, #poem, #poems

Haiku #32

life pours on us in
layers,
uncovering truth
takes time
and patience

In response to the WDYS #91 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #ease, #haiku, #hardship, #introspection, #life, #love, #patience, #poem, #poems, #truth, #wdys