Enter into gratitude! Happy Thanksgiving!
Photo: ©Dierik Leonhard
Enter into gratitude! Happy Thanksgiving!
Photo: ©Dierik Leonhard
Sunset
Sun slumbering into snow dogs,
Pin oaks guarding their leaves,
Fading attachments to their caregiver,
Eyes of moon,
Skin of ash,
Cramping fingers,
Clinging to comfort with
Their refuge in bitter wind.
Leaves take to faith
Though ripped from the branches
And swept away for flight
To earthen mulch.
And beds for worms.
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Images of Sun Dogs and Autumn Leaves: ©Dierik Leonhard
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.
©2017/11/07 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: Digital art “Out of Darkness, Light” ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
The quote (short poem) is ©by me, but the featured image is digital art, “Nightingale’s Song”, is ©by Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
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/
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.
Submitted to Free Verse Revolution, December 9, 2019
Copyright© 2017/28/09 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: https://pixabay.com/en/woman-happiness-sunrise-silhouette-570883/
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
PLEASE
EASE
ALL
CONFLICT
EVERYDAY
“Peace be with you.”
“And also you.”
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Hello, here is the audio for “Loving Too Much”, which was posted last month (June). That post also has a short analysis.
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