There are lots of rainbows here in the rainy season . . . Rainbow Pine peaks awash;chill raindropsdrop from each needle. Dripping, dropping,notes of wet,steady rhythm. Across the roof ourliquid lullaby dancesthrough sleepy heads, until, from underheavy eyelids, we see…a muted glow. Dare we lift the shadesto see only a foggydiffusion of damp? Of course […]
Poetry Corner: The Heart of Compassion
Live on in the spirit of freedom,stretching your Self beyond beliefto soar in infinite blissful flight,and dance with the man in the moon. Life is just—experience, sosing out loud your silver song,then breathe in blessed silence,nestled among your loving hearts. Seek with the eyes of your soulthe angel spirit who lives withinand allow yourself the […]
Poetry Corner: The Shell
Gentle shuffling, tumbling,currents flowing, opening, closing, oozing, knowing, bubbles floating, soft insides trembling,hard shell shielding. Stomp, stomp.Crack the shell.No more fortress,all is not well! Pain inside flowing out,only the shell remains.The rest is finally freeto merge into grains. Carried then by waves onto the sand, hard still,but oh, so fragile;I lie in your gentle hand, waiting. © 2000 Joanne […]
Poetry Corner: Teddy
He lies now in her memory bin,chocolate and cream,sandwiched between herdaughter’s board books and herson’s lambswool comforter. Not as plush as in the picture,that hand-tinted photo of the two-year-old girlholding him, silky-new, not yet smelling of lost youth’s dust. She looked passively into the camera,just inks of black, white and grayuntil the tinter stroked her […]
Poetry Corner: Angel That You Are
Oh, it can silence your song of love,that voice of judgment in your ear;lock you up dark in that prison of fear. Release the heart of your courage, then;break those bars, spread your wings,let loose your golden voice to sing, Angel that you are. Release the pain that holds you tight,dance to the tune of […]
Poetry Corner: Looking Glass Country
Alice, today, throughlooking glass, darkly. Vision of you, there,back of branches, lightly. Running toward that,swiftly moving away. Forest closes in,or maybe expands. Yearning leaves streakson veins of old kisses. Bowed and turned,soul whispers reflection. Feel a light embracefrom behind the mirror. ©2011 Joanne Sprott
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