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I consider how dry my ever-flood reams and schemes of creativity has been lately.
slide of hem on floor
scritch of scuttle in the wall
a drop of something wet when you're not near rain
you have to know she’s there
just beyond that slightly graye…
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- I have always been a creative soul. When I was a child, riding on the back of my horse, I learned cadence. Later, I realized the value of beauty in small things and stories that were whispered in my dreams. Art became an alternate expression for me. When I move into that creative space, to pen a poem, to write a story, or to create what I see in my head, I connect to my authentic soul. It is deep meditation and connection to the One where I stay present in the moment and all things are healing in that place of inspiration.
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A Song In My Head
Dishes dread it when a story sweeps over their necessity,
garden went to seed by my sudden slip into stanzas,
I have become a bat hanging upside down in the day
because of poetry.
It silently takes my heart and hand,
leads me down a forest path,
has its way with me,
and I beg more of it
because I have a song in my head.
I do not name my place or name anymore,
for I have surrendered to sweet whispers,
seceded to seductive slips of tongue
as sounds and images and words
ravage this everyday woman
because she can not be else.
garden went to seed by my sudden slip into stanzas,
I have become a bat hanging upside down in the day
because of poetry.
It silently takes my heart and hand,
leads me down a forest path,
has its way with me,
and I beg more of it
because I have a song in my head.
I do not name my place or name anymore,
for I have surrendered to sweet whispers,
seceded to seductive slips of tongue
as sounds and images and words
ravage this everyday woman
because she can not be else.
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You Have To Know She’s There
I consider how dry my ever-flood reams and schemes of creativity has been lately.
slide of hem on floor
scritch of scuttle in the wall
a drop of something wet when you're not near rain
you have to know she’s there
just beyond that slightly grayer spot in darkness
a flicker at peripheral parenthesis
a touch on skin by nothing you can see
you have to know she’s there
in sudden focus of newborn’s eyes
an almost sound you almost heard
on a word, a phrase, a full sentence
that grew from your do… Continue
slide of hem on floor
scritch of scuttle in the wall
a drop of something wet when you're not near rain
you have to know she’s there
just beyond that slightly grayer spot in darkness
a flicker at peripheral parenthesis
a touch on skin by nothing you can see
you have to know she’s there
in sudden focus of newborn’s eyes
an almost sound you almost heard
on a word, a phrase, a full sentence
that grew from your do… Continue
Posted on December 20, 2008 at 1:30am — 1 Comment
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Love your heading piece, "A Song in My Head",
more, more, more, my friend, PLEASE :))
N:)
will need to share with you, [if i'm bold enough, lolll!], Flight of The Thunderbird, a piece of micro-/flash fiction i still need to finish editing... You might like it too ;)).
I'm very glad to meet you :)
Love your shewolf site. Have already added it to my favourites. Am fascinated by Native American/First Nations history, culture, traditions as well as shamanism.
You must be a formidable and wise teacher :)).
Nat :)
.. if your on Facebook checkout the PWR resource site there..
Merry Christmas!
Brian
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Keep well...
Donna xx