Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver

  • I am Your Mother

    I am Your Mother

      I see you looking at me from a far      my curves draw you closer to my lush landscape      my sphere, toughened by time     hewn by gravity    held by dark matter Have you seen my sacred dance I spin in      ivory clouds, my shawl, the rivers, my beads of turquoise   …

  • Status: Unfriended – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

    We took for granted those easy days, believing in bonds, implicit contracts, soul groups, & kinships. Hugs were warm & kisses real. We could smell the hot coffee brewing for the brunches. Life…the miles… left us in the wilderness without food or drink or matches, only emojis, tags, and Messenger.…

  • Happy Thanksgiving!

    Enter into gratitude! Happy Thanksgiving!   Photo: ©Dierik Leonhard

  • Hope was Not a Loss – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

    My body was a cage With only eyes for doors. My arms, contorted, Like branches twisted in shadows. Voices, hollow sounds, Called from the dinner table, but My legs, dead trunks, Held me to a bed With a view to other children. How they danced, Like pansies and violets, Their…

  • Labyrinth

    Labyrinth

    This is a loop poem with the rhyme scheme of ab, cc, defg, hh, ii, jklm, nn, oo.  Some days I just want to be alone alone with my soul and sacred things   sacred things like collages, crystals and prayers prayers holding grace up heavenly stairs   stairs that…

  • Tao Play

    Tao Play

      When they come to the temple, they are but broken warriors, seeking redemption in Tao play.   They enter the temple gates out of the shadows of their lives in the light of the sun rising on the horizon.   They are vessels receiving and giving sustenance from the…

  • Sunday Best: Cocoon — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

    I feel honored my poem “Cocoons” was one of the top three submissions this week. Most grateful! Check out the other great entries and follow FREE VERSE REVOLUTION for other opportunities to feature your work. (UPDATE: This poem is archived – the link no longer works – because FREE VERSE…

  • A Fine Coat

    A Fine Coat

    Grief is a tailor. Each garment made to suit, buttons attached each year, hems altered, seams made strong by threads of time, pockets lined with truth.   Grief takes threads of every color in and out. Rage-red borders blend flecks of gold. It makes a fine coat so soft to…

  • River Grass at Summer’s End

    River Grass at Summer’s End

    Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge.   Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an endless shrill. Water striders mate and die. Widow Skimmers dance on the waves. A turtle basks on a dead limb caught in a…

  • In Autumn (Two Drafts)

    In Autumn (Two Drafts)

    This is a loop poem, in which the last word of a line begins the next line. This first draft seemed bland to me, so I revised it by adding details and being looser with the rules for loop poems. I feel the looping can create unnecessary repetition and restrict…