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Hemlocks ~ 19 February 2017

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There is a brooding of deep, dark memory,

beneath the hemlock trees.

With an unwelcoming toward man

within their groves…

 

~ 19 February 2017

 

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20/02/2017 at 10:12

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Rode on a Red Dragonfly ~ 12 February

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…rode on a red dragonfly,

amazing speed and darning flight.

Over vast waters and forests,

wind in face and hair

high upon the air ~

until was left on the roof,

fading from then;

while unable to turn,

and look

at what resode behind the glass…

 

~ (12) 13 February 2017

 

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13/02/2017 at 10:22

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Eating Pandora’s Box ~ 1 February 2017

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…once stood accused of eating Pandora’s box.

And I confess:

Gluttony and lust were the sweetness.

Oh, the high of vice…

But in the end

the bitterest,

foulest

of all her evils

was the hope which lay beneath it all…

 

~ 1 February 2017

 

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02/02/2017 at 08:42

Harkening of Spring (Drought’s End) ~ 19 January 2017

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…Looked down the ravine

and there she was by the pool fed by the stream,

the River Daughter with long sun-bleached drought-dried hair.

Stepped over and down to her,

and again, she playfully splashed me.

Looked into the pool upon my own reflection,

then I stood

and I was now on the edge of a snow-covered field.

A woman dressed in beige suede coat,

with off-white fur trim,

fur hat and hand-muff,

long off-white heavy-full-wool skirt,

beckoned me from a distance.

Strode over to her,

and looked upon her face.

Unnamed, yet familiar, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes was she.

She pointed and my eyes followed to the frozen river

and someone standing on the other bank.

I walked across the field,

and then over the breaking ice,

yet not falling,

with feet upon the flowing waters.

There on the other side,

within the spring-time,

I gazed again into the River Daughter’s eyes

as it was she in waiting,

young and full again in the coming vernal was she.

After gazing up into my eyes,

she took me into a long deep kiss,

and then she transformed herself

into pure energy,

and flowed deep inside of me…

 

~ 19 January 2017

 

Written by thedreamscapes

20/01/2017 at 09:50

Naught But Shadows ~ 23 December 2016

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Perhaps we are naught but shadows,

echoes of, and from a parallel time-line

that never was…

…And reality is far superior

or worse

than these here…

 

~ 22, 23 December 2016

 

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24/12/2016 at 05:14

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Down These Paths ~ 16, 17 December 2016

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…Down these ancient paths of our past

lost love remembered,

cherished,

forlorn,

and gone.

While elder songs echo strange,

evocative,

beautiful,

new…

 

~ 16, 17 December 2016

 

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18/12/2016 at 05:10

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Her Flame ~ 11 December 2016

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She is

the fire,

and has

always been

at one with the flame

that burns within me…

She snuffs the dim candle

between Her fingers

raises Her eyes to the above,

becomes,

and reveals

the flame

as, has always been,

and that which is

She…

 

~ 5& 11 December 2016

 

Written by thedreamscapes

12/12/2016 at 05:39

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