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This, a River
This, a River This, a river, I am not lines but curves Winding around sand bars Creating islands Revealed in low tide My current pulses life Tadpoles, carp, algae I smile in light Shimmering reflections I draw in birds to feed I am poetry for travelers On barges I hold…
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The Dream
The Dream We are the subconscious of God cast as stars born of dust holding mysteries for Him to entertain. We are symbols in geometric mist, designed for play on colliding stages. We are joyous novas spinning in tune with cosmic harmonics from the fount of creation. We are the…
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Butterfly Dreams
In our slumber, We shed the chrysalis. Our dreams rise As dawn’s light From the wellspring Of our hearts. Tender, young, transitory visions Lapsing into morning sun As though the breeze Carries them away Before we capture the drift Of these souls’ stories, Gliding away in colors Cast in sacred…
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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





