Saturday, January 13, 2018

Carry Me Through

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My words are fragments of dreams and reality. On feathered wings I fly.  
Chanting syllables in ancient tongue. Navigating stars, soaring with
dragons beyond the milky way.  I choose to drink in the frequency of love.
My poems awakening beneath sun and moon. In a mystic realm visions become
clear.  I sometimes feel my words aren't my own. Hovering over my shoulder
an apparition whispers in my ear.  I catch the beat of a distant drum connecting
with heaven and earth.  Creating a song or poem to carry me through the
seasons of life.

winter dreams slumber
under fresh blankets of snow
rooting for springtime

author's note: linking with Poets United - Sunday Pantry


54 comments:

  1. Reading this made me feel like I was soaring with the dragons:)
    Congrats on your publication! That's just awesome and so well deserved.

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    1. Thank you Sandra! May we always believe in dragons.

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  2. And another beautiful piece. May that drum beat fiercely for you.

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    1. Thank you Alex, may it always be so...

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  3. Have to keep on beating away, and who knows what life has in store each day.

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    1. Pat that is very true, who knows what waits beyond the horizon.

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  4. I love the ending haiku..as if words can see you through

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    1. Thank you Jae, sometimes one can take comfort in words via a poem or song lyrics.

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  5. Perhaps, as you say, the words aren't your own. Perhaps they are gifts to be used to weave your magic!

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    1. Perhaps, they are gifts and may I bring honor to the words given so freely.

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  6. I do love the weave you weave with words... and bring me a dragon any time...

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    1. I am not surprised that you would enjoy a dragon. They are so magical.

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  7. Your words are mesmerizing. You drew me in - chanting syllables in an ancient tongue, navigating the stars......the drums....I could almost hear the whisper. Very beautiful. I love this one.

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    1. Thank you Sherry! It is in those whisper that magic happens.

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  8. Ice covered dreams
    Spoken in a whisper
    While midnight words
    Drift through the dark
    Forgotten by time
    Those things that were said
    But feelings remembered
    From that cold winter's night


    (Not quite a comment, but a poem that your words inspired. I hope you enjoy it.)

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    1. Robert, I absolutely enjoyed the poem. I am honored that I inspired you to write this delightful piece of poetry.

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  9. What a fun read ... and I loved the haiku as well!

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    1. Thank you Bev - I am glad you enjoyed my humble offering.

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  10. Your haiku has the aroma of winter with a hint of spring!

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    1. Thank you! I am drinking in winter while sipping spring dreams.

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    1. Thank you Julian. Nice to see you again.

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  12. Luv your mystical haibun. May the sprouts of Spring rooted in winter love bring you much joy.
    Happy Sunday

    Much💝love

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    1. Gillena, thank you and I like the sound of sprouts of spring. It is so cold here today.

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  13. I definitely hear the tune. And like Sherry, I find myself enthralled, too. Just lovely.

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    1. Thank you Magaly for hearing the beat.

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  14. I have often thought of words as gifts of light, may they always be so,

    Elizabeth

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    1. Elizabeth, may we always appreciate the gifts of light. Thank you for visiting.

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  15. Your writing always carries such magic for me--this is so beautiful!

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    1. Audrey ~ Thank you, I am glad you feel the magic.

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  16. I can hardly wait for those dreams to arise from under the snow! Lovely writing, Truedessa.

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    1. Hi Mary,

      There is a lot of snow here, so I am rooting for spring growth.

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  17. As always, a mystical, dream-like poem. 😊

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    1. I am a dreamer, so it is reflected in my poetry. :)
      Thanks for visiting.

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  18. A beautiful haibun. The haiku, in particular, is exquisitely nuanced and layered. Brilliant writing!

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    1. Thank you Wendy for the lovely comment! It is so appreciated.

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  19. oh wow, this has such an ethereal and fantasy feel to it.
    to "soar with dragons beyond the milky way", yes!

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    1. Thanks, believe in dragons they are magical,

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  20. I loved the double entendre of 'rooting for springtime' meaning both hoping for and putting down roots. I think we are lucky when composing poetry, word association comes to us as though it was gifted rather worked out ourselves. A beautiful piece indeed.

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    1. Thanks Robin

      I am indeed ‘rooting’ for spring and the promise of growth.

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  21. "I catch the beat of a distant drum connecting with heaven and earth. Creating a song or poem to carry me through the seasons of life".. this is so wonderfully deep and profound!💖

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    1. Thank you Sanaa, poets have a deep love for words. They are our voice.

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    1. Thanks for the invite Gillena

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  23. How lovely your words, how perfect your haiku. Yummy read!
    Anna :o]

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    1. Thank you Anna! I am glad it was enjoyable.

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  24. Truly stunning the way you write!! Love this one! Big Hugs!

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  25. So beautiful, Truedessa! Sometimes I've felt that the words I'm writing aren't my own. I'd like to soar on a dragon above the Milky Way! The Ojibwa thought of the Milky Way as the River of Souls, and they believed they would find a waiting canoe to paddle to the great beyond along the shining flow of the Milky Way.

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    1. I have heard of the River of Souls and I like the thought of a canoe waiting to be paddled into the great beyond.

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