“Mother’s Light” – Up in Anti-Heroin Chic

October 6, 2021October 7, 2021 extraordinarysunshineweaver6 Comments

My gratitude to the editors of Anti-Heroin Chic for publishing a poem of mine in this month’s issue.

http://heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/poetry-by-barbara-harris-leonhard

Poem · Poetry

Cocoons

November 13, 2019November 17, 2019 extraordinarysunshineweaverLeave a comment

Rice cooks,

sheaths burst,

steam rises for sacral birth.

Seeds hold life

released by light.

Flowers unfold deep soul

in germination.

Such is life as it unfolds

From seed to crypt.

Genesis is not kind.

We break free of the organ &

in the pain of delivery,

engage in battle.

A crust of fear

enfolds the heart as

love’s armor defends

the wounded self.

We break through the barrier.

The heart wall collapses to tinder.

Pain dissolves as we prevail in labor

for our ascent to a new plane

swaddled with grace.

©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Featured Images: Pixabay.com

Earth Mother Image: by Pandanna Imagen from Pixabay.com

Micropoetry · Original Digital Art

Heart Journeys

September 15, 2018November 20, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaver7 Comments

Heart Journeys

Open to life

as a child would

in joy and curiosity,

each moment,

a birth.

Make life a quest,

not a test.

Digital Image “Heart Journeys” ©Martha Harris@artisticflarings.com

Audio · Digital Art · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

And Then There Was Light

August 10, 2018August 22, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaver4 Comments

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And Then There Was Light

Destruction is Creation.

The Void, ripped open

By the Light,

The Cosmic knife

Piercing through dark matter,

Spilling shards of radiance,

Bleeding light, birthing stars,

And us with the dust.

All wounds, transmuting pain into

New flesh.

Beauty and innocence, nurtured in a

Dark womb.

Birth, emerging with screams and

Open eyes.

The butterfly, born from

Shearing off the face.

Roots tearing the soil,

Blossoming the manifested.

Light and Shadow, betrothed,

The polarity;

The paradox.

….an older poem with new art….

Image: “Heaven’s Gate” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

Audio · Healing · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry · Voices from the Veil

Streaming Prayers into Birth

January 16, 2018August 22, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaver6 Comments

Streaming Prayers into Birth

Sitting at the altar waiting for poems,

Random thoughts; fleeting clouds,

Images reflecting on the mirror of the soul,

Words perched on limbs of inspired trees

Take flight as snow kicks up from breeze.

May they stay; their song, my meter!

Ice freezes their tunes in the thin air of the breath.

Limbs crack in frost under tired sun.

Stillness is ice burning the skin.

The mind is numb till spring thaw.

The altar beckons; the soul fights sleep

In sheer white light,

Where I wander, seeking novas

Streaming prayers into birth.

Image: “Life from Fire” Digital Art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Poem · Poetry · Reiki

This New Earth

November 16, 2017November 17, 2017 extraordinarysunshineweaver2 Comments

This New Earth

The summer harvest

Has been reaped

To feed our souls.

The last bounty gone

To the dust of leaves,

Clinging to the mother branch

Until the swirling breeze

Seizes them for the ground

To heal the soil, dried

From August drought.

One last fruit,

Grateful for the light,

Ferociously clings here,

Where the kale is anchored

Hardy with a new tree.

My Self, infused

With that last soup, and

Thankful for summer’s

Nurturing days and

Garden of plenty.

This is the time for us

To turn the soil and for

The soul to sleep

With the ashes of life

Embedded in earth

To grow new roots

That take us deeper

To higher self,

Birthing and swaddled

In drifting snow.

Where it’s cold,

There is deep healing,

It is said.

Energy moves in swirls,

Truth emanating in

Vortexes descending

To inner self and

Soul ascending as a sun,

A brilliance of rainbows

Wound around the Tree of Life

To shine on new gardens

Planted in young ground

Fertile with worms.

We are the Gardeners

Of This New Earth;

We are the Cycle of Light.

Images: my garden

Audio · Poem · Poetry

And Then There Was Light

October 30, 2017August 13, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaver2 Comments

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And Then There Was Light

Destruction is Creation.

The Void, ripped open

By the Light,

The Cosmic knife

Piercing through dark matter,

Spilling shards of radiance,

Bleeding light, birthing stars,

And us with the dust.

All wounds, transmuting pain into

New flesh.

Beauty and innocence, nurtured in a

Dark womb.

Birth, emerging with screams and

Open eyes.

The butterfly, born from

Shearing off the face.

Roots tearing the soil,

Blossoming the manifested.

Light and Shadow, betrothed,

The polarity;

The paradox.

Image: https://www.events.iop.org/e/from-the-big-bang-to-homers-last-theorem-123641500/page.html

Audio · Ekphrastic Poetry · Original Digital Art · Poem · Poetry

Floating in the Depths

October 12, 2017August 22, 2018 extraordinarysunshineweaver2 Comments

Floating in the Depths

i awaken to being wrapped

in a void of waves

my arms and legs carried along

toward a beacon

as tunes in a tide

in the depths

i am my mind

i am my soul

i am my self

in this present moment

i am my first

i am my last

i am the sea

i am the womb

i am the fetus

i am the infant

is this my birth

or my death

sea and womb are one

with transcendence to ashes

the beacon pulls me

i am becoming

floating in the depths

Audio · Poem · Poetry

I Am Desire

October 8, 2017November 17, 2017 extraordinarysunshineweaver2 Comments

I Am Desire

I am Desire in a broken cage.

I dare not feel the light

Dressing the bent bars and

Caressing my great mane.

I dare not smell the blooms,

The fragrance of my dreams.

I dare not touch the lambs

Curled at my feet

Just beyond my slumber.

Surrounding me,

Umber clouds of doubts.

Are those blossoms my soul’s yearning

Just out of my grasp?

Do they know my worth?

Dare I break free

Of this cage, my womb,

To witness my own birth?

Image: pinterest.com

Audio · Poem · Poetry

It is Time

August 7, 2017August 16, 2017 extraordinarysunshineweaver2 Comments

It is time

To make peace.

Dark Mother

Breathes her last.

All; Nothing.

Nothing; All.

Through the wormhole,

Time is born.

Image: Pixabay https://pixabay.com/en/science-fiction-teleportation-2127670/

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