Colors

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Shaman Dreams, detail, by Lex Leonard

Shaman Dreams, detail, by Lex Leonard

First you learn to see
hues and tints
shadows and light
they are always there
not always noticed

Let go of what
you think you see, what you
want to see. Allow for unexpected
to surprise you

It will

You watch, without
judgement, without need

See, it will unfold
invite you into a new
way of being

 

Authors Note:

Happy National Poetry Month and Glo/NaPoWriMo!

Spring

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Spring

 

Winter negotiates spring,
i
ts last watered drops, ice tears
nourish that which will be,
release of what no longer serves.

After snow, graupel,
downpour of rain, I see your
green blush arms reach
to azure sky. I await, I inscribe your
nod to a new found spring.

 

Awww. It’s spring, at least in part. NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo begins tomorrow.

I welcome this as much as longer days and quick melting snow and birdsong.

Won’t you join me?

 

Now

I found myself in that place again
that place I thought I left behind
released
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cracked the container wide open
to watch contents drain
into the gutter flow
into the sewer wash
into the ocean

Here I am again but
I know better now

I am at cause
my feet on Earth
next to tree
I create that which
serves

In wonder I pick up
a twig somehow
knowing this piece of skeleton
broken
dry
dismembered from its whole
is still at cause

Energy is neither created nor destroyed
It just changes form

Into compost,
Little Twig,
transform into
nourishment for
Little Seed
roots and stem
buds and leaves
from what seems
nothing

I am at cause
I create

Wind, A Prayer for Peace

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Our Lady of Mountain and Plain, ©Lexanne Leonard

02.07.19
Wind.I,
A Prayer for Peace

You purl life into life
Breath in, Breath out
Peaceful immigration,
Halcyon egress

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

 

02.08.19
Wind.II,
Wayramama

Where air is rare
Your breath unfurls,
Into nature I step
A balance,
Right Relationship
To give and
Remember
To receive

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest


02.09.19
Wind.III,
Feng Po Po

Primordial storm
On tiger back
A sack to whisk
Away heave of wind,
Harmony

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

02.10.19
Wind.IV,
Dogoda

In fields of
Barley, millet and oats
Carins stay strong
Against tempest.
I hear your
Ancient Voice
Compassion,
I forgive

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

 

02.11.19
Wind.V,
Njoror

In celebration
In gratitude,
Your zephyr
Thrives,
I grow and prosper
Breaths deep and
Abundant,
I am, I am, I am

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

 

02.12.19
Wind.VI,
End

Purl, unfurl
Whisk and heave
Abundant Wind,
Giver of Life,
My face turned
To You

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
I am blessed

Author’s Note:

I was recently introduce to the Goddesses of the Wind by Renee Baribeau and her lovely and powerful book, Winds of Spirit, Ancient Wisdom Tools for Navigating Relationships, Health, and the Divine. As one who has always found comfort in wind, this was a brilliant way to reconnect.

The above poem prayers are a result and fit perfectly into this month’s World Peace Poet’s annual invitation to write a poem every day and send a wish for peace across the globe.

PPP – Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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February is one of my favorite months.

Valentines Day. Imbolc. And the World Peace Poets who usher in their Peace Poetry Postcard Month.

We sign up to receive 28 names and addresses of other poets from across the world who will write one poem a day in February on a postcard and pop it into the mail to a different poet each day. And, of course, the theme of peace flies through the universe courtesy of the mail systems. Ahhhhhhh, a beautiful way to spread peace and art and magical words and intentional creativity.

I am late in posting. It is already Day 6. Today I shall catch up. Then post one a day from here on out. I promise.

02.01.19
Being
I
Become
Bring forth
Be at cause
Realign my extent
Turn around

Revolutionary Evolutionary Being

My gambol in

Peace

 

02.02.19
Convolvulus

/kənˈvɒlvjuːləs/
genus Convolvulaceae

Bind weeds to strangle

Morning Glories, family, too
Bright eyes in morning sun
Blue as Mar Pacifico
“the peaceful sea”

Two sides of family

Revolutionary combatant
Evolutionary halcyon
Beings conceived in parallel

 

02.03.19
Good Ancestor

I reach back to you,
Good Ancestor,
embrace your peace,
your walk with me.

I reach ahead to you,
Good Ancestor,
divine your peace,
your walk with me.

I walk my day,
an open vessel
to shine out your peace,
Good Ancestor To Be.

 

02.04.19
Milky Way
It all came back to
why she dyed her hair.

She wasn’t at peace with
who she was.

The Milky Way
gently nudged her
home.


02.05.19
genius loci

The spirit of place that is.

Architects, the good ones,
the ones who know
beings
and nature
and things created
must reside in peace,
and weave the genius loci
into its right
a
nd honorable space.

(Dedicated to Daniel Libeskind, architect of the Denver Art Museum, after hearing his interview on Colorado CPR)

 

02.06.19
Roofers
In February’s stolid chill
roofers crack open early morning peace.

Rhythmic nails shutter out
weather’s purpose.

June’s hail storm
Re-collected.

Crow Snow

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Constellation Corvus
appears now in our night sky,

a hemisphere of northern points,
not southern,

on tail of serpent bearer, healer.
This morning you greeted us,

twenty or more of you
in field spread across tufts of winter grass on

snow melted into iced crusted mounds,
there must be food there.

This mid-winter’s day welcoming grace of flakes of snow
you’ve never greeted us with such abandon,

our feet close enough for dog nose to wish
an even nearer sniff.

Today in union with your clan
you walk earth with us,

call a welcome under clouded sky.
Maybe tonight as moon grows full

your points of light will draw us there, too,
together – Corvus, dog, and me.