Category: Poems

Between #writephoto prompt #suevincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems7 Comments

 

between
Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

 

Sometimes, or maybe quite often life

opens a path unexpected

parting the sides to test

separation

of the yellow center

inside that responds to the will

that can divide with the mighty belief

that I Am more special than You

becoming the forced path

to nowhere

unfulfilled

the I continues to seek more

until it discovers Joy

can only be found in that quieter path

which opens to a spiral

ever-turning inward

while expanding outward

to the same sun

that is within and without

separation

 

To participate in Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt challenge, please click here. 

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Shrine #writephoto prompt

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems, Uncategorized7 Comments

 

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

 

They put the candle over his head

to light the darkness of the crown

Where his body lies in decomposition

a trinity of swans hovers above in remembrance

of what can be lost

as well as what continues on

 

To participate in Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt, please click here.

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A poem for 2/23/18

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems, Spirit Channelings10 Comments

Sitting with irrational fears is worth an exploration. This is what came through today:

Junco on plant hanger

Relax into the faith of unknowing

Time whispers promises to those who wait

Unfolding through the now of the eternal present

Unwraps the gift of the self

♥

Let go of the shield of delusions

Fear gripping the heart wears a false hand

On a body of decaying wants

♥

To shed the shell of the outer

Examine the pieces that you have stitched together

Then pull the threads through truth

And let the lost voice sing

Its forgotten song

 

Distant #writephoto #suevincent

On By Alethea KehasIn A New Earth, Poems, Uncategorized9 Comments

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt:

 

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

 

And the gods declared, “Let there be Light.

Again,”

while the body of the goddess stirred

the sleeping masses

For thousands of years

Man held the circle in the chain

of Fear

choking the life within

and also without

Only the stones can tell you the Truth

of  Time

They remember the sacred

as well as the broken

Open your heart to

touch their stories

 Birth, you will learn

requires a death

Not one, but many

Will you die

to be reborn

to remember

the Circle

again

Crow #writephoto #suevincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems, Uncategorized13 Comments

 

crow
Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

If you think darkness is fear

follow me

If you see death in shadows

follow me

If you seek happiness through the sun

follow me

If you feel comfort in the covers

follow me

And I will show you the magic

of the hidden self

Joy screeching past decay

Reveals Life

Eternal

 

My latest take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. As usual, I’m never quite sure where her photos will lead me. They seem to take on a voice of their own. If you would like to participate, please click here. 

 

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Blue #writephoto #SueVincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems9 Comments

 

light
photo credit: Sue Vincent

 

Born into the illusion of separation

you thought life was a climb

 to a blue heaven

until you looked below

discovering the mirror of reflection

and the path of the shadow

pointing inward

to the light

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge Blue

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Holy Ground

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems, Spirit Channelings7 Comments

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I’m not going to tell you that the moon

keeps the secrets of the tides

because you hold the ocean in your body

When you are still

feel the waves rushing you softly to the edges

bringing you back to center

You were not born broken and forgotten

you, who were birthed with the strength of cohesion

and the force of a division that remembers unity

One thousand lives might bring you back to the place of origin

or you can go there now

riding the breath like a wave to seed the sacred

within

your body becoming the holy ground

fertile to the quickening pulse

ripe with life

it rocks with the memory

of home

 

Ebb #Writephoto #SueVincent

On By Alethea KehasIn Poems, Uncategorized20 Comments

Here is my contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #Writephoto prompt. To participate in the challenge, please visit Sue’s blog.

Low tide in England
Photo Credit: Sue Vincent #writephoto

Ebb

The tide washed away her secrets
but she had more
Inside the membrane of her skin
she held an ocean of memories
Some of which were not hers
You can tell by the pattern of the waves
beating against the shoreline of self
what is trying to get out
Water erodes, but doesn’t erase
Fine lines become depressions
and sometimes life grows out of decay
when light is allowed to breathe into the darkness
That is when the green takes over
spreading out of the crevices of old wounds
to remind her of renewal
and the next wave cleansing
instead of drowning

Unfolding #AGirlNamedTruth #memoir

On By Alethea KehasIn Memoir, Poems, Uncategorized4 Comments

I am still processing love

a father’s story offering a truth

different from the one I was raised on

I am still processing trust

and the belief in words

I am learning how to weave

a new history and to embrace

the parts that are broken

Time teaches not all things

will come back together

Union is a splitting of cells

that collapse into life

fumbling to find a self

I hold my belief in threads

my hands weaving something new

I can’t tell you about endings

the story is still being written

each line bends through me

working its way to the heart

Alethea Kehas 1973
A young father holds a girl named Truth

This poem was inspired by a conversation I had with my birthfather yesterday while we spoke about the stories inside and around my memoir, A Girl Named Truth. “In the photograph,” he told me, “I look young, but I think you can see that I’m not disappointed that you were a girl. I’m really sorry about your middle name. It’s not that I still wanted you to be a boy. I chose it because it is Gaelic and I thought it had to do with the earth, and you’re a Virgo.”

 

I Am

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Garden Rose
A Flower of Life

 I am a collector of trash on the roadside

A mother with a gypsy soul

I am a child dancing under a filtered sky

A body waiting to ignite a billion stars

I am a river washing the sand clean

The beginning of tomorrow

And the end of yesterday

I am grace in the center

Naked

I am you

And also me