A piece of beauty from the artist Michael Leunig (Michael Leunig Appreciation Page)
Much love ,with a thankful heart….
Let it ring:
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Tag Archives: Birds
Lost:
(credit image taken by: Charles E. Tate)
Upon grainy sands
she numbered them
Not alone
Thousand waves of heat
Not alone
though dark days come
Not alone
Wet and in despair
Lonely but not alone
A simple comfort
in distant friends
not alone
there is a path
carved out just for me
Visionariekindness 2015
Spread your Wings:
credit photo image: http://hdwallpapersimage.com/bird-wings-rain/
Moving at crane speed
ever cultivating hope
Her wings- she did fly…
Traveling Skyward:
She has flown beyond the cusp of the sun
her wings,her tears,her call,her eyes
navigate between the sky and I
miraculous splendor to share in microspec
earthly bread – reach heaven’s gate
and return
with
ease…
I believe:
She rolled back
her emerald curls
Gave way for wonders oozing and
miracles
infinite speed-
with my eyes I can see.
Embracing the spring:
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Maybe I’m breaking through my own soil. Finding the balance to live holistically healthy in spirit, mind and body. I am giving birth to a new me with the possibility of embracing happiness. I am here to experience love, and joy. The contrast of pain and sickness I am fully aware: in a world where dying is the end result, I still choose life. My launching pads are set, ready to journey deep into waters. I don’t have all the answers, yet something beckons within, holdout my fishing line and be ready for goodness to overflow.
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/8/19/new-waters
Compassion:
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I’ve rinsed my pain through spiritual
notes no one can hear but me.
I forgive all my years
wandering round
in disbelief
And when beauty sings
her perfect line
agony releases her sting.
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Ready to Fly:
Rolling On…
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Sunshine in my heart
Hope in my spirit
Love in my view
Faith in my walk
Kindness in my hands
Safety (Day 29,NaPoWriMo
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His hat hung just above the tiled brow.
Formerly he wore his best,
High altered pursuit -Ivory Grey
Drinking -dusty winds
Perching, gently its blue-ish bill.
Practicing his craft on human-rubbish
Gliding his hallowed cry – eeeer.
Against ghetto ‘s, sand-dunes,war zones and cliffs too
Robotic faces shhing feathered hands
still on he came,
Proudly, shaking the bear,
Resiliently, greeting lion cubs,
Flying parallel with each blustery storm.
Protected by the universe, Mr. Sea Gull.
Today I did not follow the prompt, I’ve gone my own way. I meet a beautiful friend today and thought I’d share my feelings. National Poetry is coming to a close.I felt much pressure writing. I’ve enjoyed each fresh rhythmic line. I have much to be thankful for. Writing is my water,my glass-slippers to the ball.My healing. Writing is my friend. All Rights Reserved 2015.
Please check out NaPoWriMo here for today’s prompt if you like:
A Poet's Vision 