have you seen your light?
have you seen the way it
slips through the crevices
of mournful minds?
you bring the dawn in
murkiness of night
spread your weary wings
to take flight
fearless through the fire
you have left me sun-soaked
surrounded in seeds of hope
For dVerse OLN Live. Lillian is our host.
Image: Michelle Beauchamp
I wish for you a garden
a garden full of grace
where the earth smells sweet
hints of hollyhock and camomile
I wish for you a pair of wings
that flutter soft like baby’s heart
but fly feral through the storm
I wish for you a sun-baked sky
where rain drizzles daydreams
and clouds kiss your eyes
I wish for you an emerald stream
where fellow fairies dip their toes
with tiny tea cups
sipping slow on apricot tea
I wish for you a haven
feather landing, velveteen
rosy cheeks, pillow dreams
where it seems there
is no darkness
only light
just hold on tight
For this week’s Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub
It is my pleasure to feature “Vika Muse”, a Ukrainian digital artist, who despite the despair and chaos in her country continues to shine through her artistry. She has kindly shared her work with us as inspiration. We are hoping to share a little light between her beautiful work and our poetry. We welcome you to join in.
You can find “Vika Muse” on Instagram @get.muse
and at www.inprnt.com/gallery/vika_muse/
This poem is dedicated to Vika Muse.
the world is in our hands
is it not a gift?
a blank sheet
to compose symphonies
of grace,
one cosmic chorus
born of our own untainted hearts?
let us not be mute
but join in songs of light
when evil seeps
through cracks
A quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.
De has given us the word “crack” to incorporate into our 44 word poems. Join us!
Image credit: pixabay.com
We are combining our love for poetry and photography for the sake of PEACE!
Be sure to check out Candy’s blog at rhymeswithbug.com.
Image credit: Candace Kubinec
Out of Darkness
Clouds speak in silhouettes
Embellished by the gift of light
Sunbeams stretch to infinity
Trees soak in the serenity
When sapphire skies mimic
More than a glimmer of hope
A beautiful place to find peace…
This is where the sun shines
In lower ground
On weeds and weary souls
We’ve all but given up on
Beacons of hope
Brilliantly borrowed from
Selfish fools unable to
See the light
This is where the sun shines
On shattered hearts
Wide open to receive
The greatest gold of all
Rest in Peace, Nelson Mandela
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
‘A Return to Love” (1992) by Marianne Williamson
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Somehow the sun
Sneaks in
Unnoticed, even shunned
By those not ready
For the flicker
Of a flame already snuffed
So many times
By paralyzed thoughts
Of reality known
And dreams departed
Somehow the sun
Slips gently
Making contact, though rejected
By hearts still twisted
With past and pain
Blocking rays, restricting light
As life gives moments
Short yet sweet
To collect and keep
Or resist and release
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