Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Betrayed!

Betrayed

When I first found you,

I thought you were the real deal,

Handsome and of means.

Your mystery and promises

Of jewelry and charitable contributions,

Maybe even a luscious meal with fine wine.

Your credentials looked superb at first glance.

How no one had found you before

Is beyond me, but there you were,

Out there where all could see and in my grasp.

I felt blessed for my good works perhaps or

Just my generous nature, attracting value.

I kept you hidden, my treasure!

How I bragged about my new love!

Friends and family celebrating this bond we made –

No one had ever found such a prize just by chance! –

Until we discovered your true worth

Upon scrutiny as it unfolded!

Your heart, counterfeit;

Our love, a sham!

How duped I was by your smile and

Those eyes, your vivid presence;

Your charisma was regal;

Your sources, trusted;

Your history, infallible!

I was blind and hopeful that the treasure was authentic;

My dreams were shattered by your fake demeanor,

A mere cheap costume!

My fall from grace hit me hard.

You are but a cheap imitation.

Those eyes, mocking slits,

Your smile, a sneer!

My love, a low and vile scoundrel in waiting

For an innocent soul.

 

Copyright© 2017/11/08 Barbara Harris Leonhard                                     @extraordinarysunshine weaver.wordpress.com

Image: The fake 100-dollar bill printed by the United Stars of Halloween. I found this folded up on grass along a pathway I was walking on and trying to clean up just to be a good citizen. I felt pretty excited and told everyone I had found 100 dollars! Well, upon closer examination if the bill, I found It was just paper. I was so disappointed and, of course, embarrassed that I hadn’t been more discerning in my excitement. The whole incident reminded me of love gone wrong out of in-authenticity.

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Reiki · Tai Chi · Uncategorized

Pain, The Poet

Pain, the Poet

Those who forgive,

Can they be poets,

For where is the poetry but

In released pain?

Pain, the fire breathing mist

Rising to rain.

Pain, the reddening blood

filling the veins,

The river of the soul.

Pain, the rooting to the sacral tree,

Birthing stories and songs,

Creating new souls out of barren wombs.

Pain, the cries from scattered tribes

Reaching for limbs and branches,

Anything to hold onto until dawn’s light.

Pain, the songs of ancestral curses

Clinging to the cells like webs

To be cleared in spring.

Pain, the dead rooting of loss

Blocking the secret chamber of the heart,

Where peace resides.

Pain, the tenant evading eviction,

Holding truth hostage

From inner sight

And auric brilliance.

Pain, the dirges and the hymns,

The shadows, dislodged and

Transmuted but not forgotten

In the poetry of forgiveness

And the forgiveness of poetry.

 

Copyright© 2017/11/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: https://pixabay.com/en/woman-lips-clouds-sky-flash-641528/

 

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

I Am Breath

I Am Breath

I am breath, cloud of life,

Streaming into each vein and pore,

Giving food to the heart and

Rooting it to Earth,

From whence I come clean and pure

Into your being,

Into your heat,

Where I marvel in your temple.

I am air; I am wind.

I am soul for spirit.

Ageless, everlasting, omnipresent,

I come to you without expectations.

I am the giver of life;

I am the tide.

In the tight space between each surge,

My wisdom is elusive.

 

Copyright© 2017/28/09 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

Image: https://pixabay.com/en/woman-happiness-sunrise-silhouette-570883/

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Audio · Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Oh What a Beautiful Day!

Oh What a Beautiful Day!

Oh what a beautiful day

To lie awake by

The Sea of Sorrows with

Each cold wave

Hitting the shore

Laced with drifting

Wood of time as

Gulls dine on Light with

The Keeper of Words.

The skiff awaits.

 

Copyright© August 16, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay

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Audio · Haiku · Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

New Audio-Loving Too Much

Hello, here is the audio for “Loving Too Much”, which was posted last month (June). That post also has a short analysis.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://www.google.com/search

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Audio · Haiku · Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Only When

Only when

you find your path

will your truth be known.

Only when

you speak your truth

will you be named.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://wallpoper.com/wallpaper/forest-path-290056

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