Roots

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Rain heavy leaves

surviving the fall

spine fractured and severed high,

alive only in memory of a collective grace.

With  dreams of new life budding

in leaf soaked earth,

roots nurture all of life 

Mother kissed 

birthing a new haven.

Enchanted

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A story lives in the shape of things

words in the walls

left unspoken or unheard.

A memory in the feel of the air

blowing through time

trapped in a trinket or touch.

A heart holds tight with a tear or a smile

enchanted

in the wisps and wonder

of lover speak.

 

New Mexico 8/2014

Origins

img_0044-e1563626413874.jpgOnly so many heartbeats said a man-

trusting scarcity somehow to direct a life.

But daughters

hold treasured seeds of grandma’s eyes and DNA

inside their wombs not yet full

and they dance.

Winning

silhouette-into-the-sun-DSC_0377.jpgDreams and hopes light the path for tomorrow,

not rushing what can be done to win every now.

Time is never managed

but lived in random synchrony within a moment’s notice. 

Let Light

and Breath

and Love

find my soul ready.

 

photography thanks to Charis Psallo @wordpress

 

Gasp

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the wounding is the same

self inflicted in moments perceived through lenses lost in time

birthing shame

eternal scenes rehearsed to protect a shattered soul from love scorned

beholding fear

so taught by mothers and mother’s mothers until each is carried

beyond this

gasping

 

Image courtesy of “Franziska/ Whataboutawaterbottle”

Strandings…

img_5348.jpgThere is no imagination even

to find the journey

with lovers, dance and sacrament.

Evening shadows of vessels block the shore, the portals.

No tides, no swell. No circles of sun and moon.

Just flatland -well calculated, illustrated, dramatized and over spoken.

The daily grind , the inland

of forgotten life and being.

 

 

Image with gratitude via “Capturing The Imagination” WordPress.com

 

Prayer

 

alexander-yakovlev-dance-photography-3.jpgstartled wakened in a scream

threatened breath

strangled dream

yet i lay me down again

a soul to keep

from terror ends

finding morning’s choir of love

hymns of peace

with eyes of God.

photography alexander yakovlev

Catching Light

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She knew beauty from inside out

flaming life with gentle sparks

When death like cancer found her heart

beauty breathless cried for help.

She died too early for spring’s warmth 

beneath the surface broken, hurt

with hopeful lilies by her side

and dreams of color catching light.

 

-For Janice.