Romany #dreams #poetry

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Self portrait dated 11/1/78. Age 5

Romany

I went to Romany in a dream to banish ghosts

“Don’t you remember,” It told my mother

“We’ve been here before.” She thought

the road pointed one way. I, the other

Time erased memory and blurred definition

as a great bear loomed

in a land turned dark and filled

with ghosts. Confusion sought the beauty

of colors vividly defined

it ran through nightmare

slipping to escape fear, until I climbed

the beloved stones above darkness

and felt the joy of the gypsy

girl return

 

 

Salt Bath #poetry

 

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I slipped into the water to find my soul

mirrored in the well of my belly

So this is where the scryers went, I thought,

to the stones heaved out of the body

of the Mother. Hands chiseling the hollow

to her womb. I could see time

collapsing inside of me. My eyes peering

to find the umbilicus, weaving the thread

that joins the memory of rocks to bone

My mouth tasted the salt of blood

Her water, also mine

and I knew home through the risen

mound. The pull of life forever

rocking the beat of her heart

and the self, never lost

bathed in love

Winter Calling #Calling #writephoto

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Strength reigns through the barren land

of naked limbs exposed to time

Without adornment horns lift the true

self and eyes peer through darkness

to find life in stillness. What would be frozen

softly beats the heart’s calling

stirring the fire inside that never dies

it waits with patience for the touch

of green renewal to shake the cold

world back to life

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For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto challenge. Interestingly, as I sat down to write about her photo, I glanced over at my teacup and noticed I had also chosen a stag/ reindeer for the morning. 

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The Copper Doorway #WritePhoto

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The Copper Doorway

If you think death waits

for you at the end

of the long road

oh weary traveler, turn

back into the tunnel of darkness

to sweep the membrane clean

 In the black space hear the symphony

of life surrounding you and the Mother’s

breath singing the leaves

back into her body

 

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

 

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#Murmur #WritePhoto #Poetry

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Murmur

I am the murmur in your heart

One thousand wings flutter you

awake. I am the golden kiss opening

your lips. My breath reaching inward

searching your darkness with light. I am

the sun, but also the moon. Night dancing

inside of you breaking dawn

into filaments of truth

witnessing the glory

of you rising to meet

me

 

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s weekly photo prompt. If you would like to participate, please click here.

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Frozen #WritePhoto

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

Frozen

In the midst of a world that appears frozen

follow the purple path within

Know that beyond the shadows holding darkness

there is always a source of light

reflecting truth. Waiting to melt the way

as it softens the heart that would stay cold

Indifference is the face of fear grown tired

Used to the battered landscape, the eyes refuse to see

the false hold. And so we remain frozen together

in stasis, an inert body wanting to be held

until the fever burns once again

into love

 

For Sue Vincent’s weekly #WritePhoto prompt. Click here to participate

 

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The Vast Unbroken #Span #WritePhoto

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You travel swiftly in this river

called life. Rushing over rocks

pulling your weight around sharp

corners, creating the froth

of exertion. Yet

your span is infinite

in stillness and

when the flow becomes

a harmony to the rhythm

within. One vast body

boundless. A life without

edges, blending all matter

soothes the sides of resistance

with the awakened pulse

it is both the bridge

and the current

For Sue Vincent’s weekly #WritePhoto prompt #Span.