Category: Ekphrastic Poetry
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Searching
I am crying for the Amazon because the loss of animal life and the trees is devastating. This poem honors our forests, the arms of the Goddess, still reaching out to us though we forget who she is, our dear Mother Earth. The way goes deep into these dark woods.…
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The Sound of Silence
Listening for silence Is like living with tinnitus. The ears ringing resounding notes. Chicks chirping for food. Roosters crowing their warnings. The chorus of frogs mating. Cicadas rejoicing In their summer release From years of birthing In their earth womb. Released, they scream their tunes Playing their tymbals for mates. …
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Dark Apostle
Rising shadows of flames, dressed in deep void, I arrive to burn the bramble of your complacent life. You hide inside this clay façade, live for self in idle pleasure, slumber in this carcass of addiction and desire. I hold you down as you writhe in agony, thrive on…
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Rest in Your Being
Rest in your being. Your light is ever shifting its gaze to wholeness As moods can dim what’s inward To quarter light. One cannot judge the size of the heart From dawn to dusk. You are your own moon rising and setting Over the span of hours or days.…
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Fall Flurries
Fall Flurries The autumn bounty of leaves falling like rain on summer’s worn garden mounting into sturdy bundles as we rake away this harvest into recreation for children bounding into the crisp pillows scattering with joy the frazzled bits of foliage into fresh ground for snow and angels’ wings. ©2018 Barbara…
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Pain, The Poet
I’ve been releasing a lot of old pain lately, so suddenly today I wondered what I would write about! Poetry is so healing. Is pain the poet? Out of Darkness, Light emerges.
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Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I
Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I Let me introduce myself This poem is about me Inspired by my sister’s art She created from a photo of me. She calls it “Entwined Spirit” I am an entwined spirit A composite of hues Swirled to create a kaleidoscope of soul…
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Joy
Joy Find that spot In the sun To raise your heart And dance as though Spring were forever. In joy, you are rooted. ©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com image: pinterest
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The Willow Am I
The Willow Am I Some people live in the night While owls of the morning sleep, And small raindrops creep in the dusk Like birds of prey upon the dewy grass. The Willow am I, punished by the hidden sun That laughs on the edge of night As…
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