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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
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.
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
Reading this made me feel like I was soaring with the dragons:)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your publication! That's just awesome and so well deserved.
Thank you Sandra! May we always believe in dragons.
DeleteAnd another beautiful piece. May that drum beat fiercely for you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Alex, may it always be so...
DeleteHave to keep on beating away, and who knows what life has in store each day.
ReplyDeletePat that is very true, who knows what waits beyond the horizon.
DeleteI love the ending haiku..as if words can see you through
ReplyDeleteThank you Jae, sometimes one can take comfort in words via a poem or song lyrics.
DeletePerhaps, as you say, the words aren't your own. Perhaps they are gifts to be used to weave your magic!
ReplyDeletePerhaps, they are gifts and may I bring honor to the words given so freely.
DeleteI do love the weave you weave with words... and bring me a dragon any time...
ReplyDeleteI am not surprised that you would enjoy a dragon. They are so magical.
DeleteYour 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry! It is in those whisper that magic happens.
DeleteIce covered dreams
ReplyDeleteSpoken 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.)
Robert, I absolutely enjoyed the poem. I am honored that I inspired you to write this delightful piece of poetry.
DeleteWhat a fun read ... and I loved the haiku as well!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bev - I am glad you enjoyed my humble offering.
DeleteYour haiku has the aroma of winter with a hint of spring!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I am drinking in winter while sipping spring dreams.
DeleteMost enjoyable read
ReplyDeleteThank you Julian. Nice to see you again.
DeleteLuv your mystical haibun. May the sprouts of Spring rooted in winter love bring you much joy.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💝love
Gillena, thank you and I like the sound of sprouts of spring. It is so cold here today.
DeleteI definitely hear the tune. And like Sherry, I find myself enthralled, too. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Magaly for hearing the beat.
DeleteI have often thought of words as gifts of light, may they always be so,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Elizabeth, may we always appreciate the gifts of light. Thank you for visiting.
DeleteYour writing always carries such magic for me--this is so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteAudrey ~ Thank you, I am glad you feel the magic.
DeleteI can hardly wait for those dreams to arise from under the snow! Lovely writing, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteHi Mary,
DeleteThere is a lot of snow here, so I am rooting for spring growth.
I am a dreamer, so it is reflected in my poetry. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting.
A beautiful haibun. The haiku, in particular, is exquisitely nuanced and layered. Brilliant writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Wendy for the lovely comment! It is so appreciated.
Deleteoh wow, this has such an ethereal and fantasy feel to it.
ReplyDeleteto "soar with dragons beyond the milky way", yes!
Thanks, believe in dragons they are magical,
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThanks Robin
DeleteI am indeed ‘rooting’ for spring and the promise of growth.
"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!💖
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa, poets have a deep love for words. They are our voice.
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ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Thanks for the invite Gillena
DeleteHow lovely your words, how perfect your haiku. Yummy read!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thank you Anna! I am glad it was enjoyable.
DeleteBeautifully created!
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary
DeleteLove this Truedessa !
ReplyDeleteThank you Gloria
DeleteTruly stunning the way you write!! Love this one! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Hugs back
DeleteSo 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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