Fade to Black

•August 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Behold the black of Raven’s feather
Iridescence reflection
A rainbow of colors
Birthing Beauty

 

Like the dark black
In the wombs
We are conceived in

 

Or the dark
Of ocean depths
Where billowing currents
Presage
The contractions of islands
Borning

 

And the black holes
Of space
Where airs supreme
Funnel into fullness
Transmuted by fiery light
Birthing the heavens

 

All of creation
Starts in
Black

Rekindled Passion for Poetry

•August 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

As I find my passion rekindled for the creative outlet of poetry, I felt I needed an ongoing form of inspiration.

For almost a year now I have been gifted with feathers from nature. Recently, the gifts became daily and I felt I was supposed to be doing something with the feathers. In a flash, it seemed that a poem could be inspired by each find.

So, I start this collection with my first feather of this week–a raven’s gift.

 

Reality

•November 8, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The whole of life

Where there is “yes”
There is also a “no”

Where there is life
Its powered by death

The left turn
Will turn right
Closing the loop
Creating a circle

The whole of life

A Different Kind of Homeless

•November 7, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Alone
In a crowded room
A single within clusters
Like a rogue planet
Without a sun
Not beholden to anything

Quiet
In the cacophonous world
Like a stone
On the river bank
Hearing everything in its silence

Still
In the rushing waves of humanity
Like the tree
Rooted to earth
An easily found shady tether

We homeless
See and Hear and Witness
Life
From our
Solitary
Silent
Shelters

And we are called:

Writers

Ritual

•November 6, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Baptismal water
Hand polished rosary beads

A song of praise
A prayer of gratitude

Silence of meditation
Stillness of yoga

Candle flames
Stained glass windows

Incense
Smokey sage

Quiet reflection
Genuflection

However its found
Live with Love

Ode to Dawn

•November 5, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Good morning
The cool breeze whispers
Stirred by fingers
Of golden sunshine

The air
Fresher and sweeter
The light
kinder and gentler

And nothing is impossible

For hope is born again
Arising in this new day

Good Morning!

Memories of Norma

•November 4, 2013 • Leave a Comment

A short walk shared

Memories
Light and airy
Like feathers
Solid and weighty
Like stones

Thank you for this
Feathery Mosaic

Good-bye
God Speed

Love,
Michelle

 
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