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jordan Dec 2020

her wings glinting shades of autumn
as low-angle sunlight fills the ash tree
and embraces all below in golden light

she glides around me twice and falls
scarred yellow swallowtail wings lie still
the cloud-veiled sun mourns a fallen daughter

i knelt to see dull eyes and a worn body
life-scared wings told combat tales
a life well-lived on any scale

jordan Dec 2020

the dancer

deep within her soul
behind a keyless door
sleeps a dancer who flows freely
with the staccato rhythms of life
and that with her fluid motions
creates a shining world of love

but now the goddess sleeps peacefully
hibernating in enchanted lullabies
while shes lays dormant deep within
until her chamber door is opened
and she bursts into radiant life
finally escaping her prison of fear

jordan Dec 2020

the invitation

cross the river deep and wide
the gulf of our divide

strain against the current
or ride the raging torrent

stand on this shore with me
together we'll be free

moving mountains to the ocean
like the channel's flowing motion

cross the river deep and wide
the gulf of our divide

Dec 2020

Jen

Traveling

You don't know
What you have forsaken,
Until it is taken
Away (before your eyes).

Day is breaking,
Twinkles off
In the distance
Await dark bliss
When they can
Shine through
All of this.

Time traveling,
We do it every day.
Take a step,
Dance and traipse,
It's survival
You know,
It's all time
and space.

Some days you come
To find you're in
A new life,
The old no
longer yours
To hold.

Why don't we
Live again,
In this life,
Don't think twice,
Just this once.

Sunsets pass us by,
Sunrise blesses us,
Before our eyes.

Before our eyes,
Blesses us.

Listening to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8n_ud9qZ52U

Dec 2020

CarolineSD

Patterns on the water

I remember letting my fingers trail through the cool
Surface of the water,
While the canoe
Skimmed and skimmed
Across the inky stillness of the lake.

Quiet and the sun not yet fully risen

Patterns on the water drawn with my fingertips
And then quickly receding
Back to glass

The world above all dawning blue
And the loons
Begin to call

The stars fall back last,
Giving up one by one to the gentle brightening
Of the Adirondack sun.

Still now, I walk with my fingers gliding through the lake,
Grazing the hidden veil.

There is something deeper here.

I reach one hand for the depths and the other holds the shore,
And I am somewhere aching along the surface
In-between them both.

Initially inspired by a memory of when I was very small, canoeing with my dad on one of the lakes in New Hampshire.

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