There are things I haven’t told you / how I love to sit in treetops and pretend / I am a strange little creature / or how the smell of that …
love love love
Come to this secret garden / You have been here before / Tasted exquisite fruit / Bathed / Immersed your senses / in its silent moons…
Memories, like toys abandoned, / Found later to be loved again, / So real, yet so elusive.
Sharon Hammond inspired me to rethink this piece of writing created years ago for my daughter…....where I pondered on what was “mine” and what still is…....(and what never was….) / Thank you Sharon…hope you and your daughter share an amazing time together on the occasion of her wedding…... / and beyond.
A collaboration of art and writing in remembrance…
coppertrees and myself are connected to the ways of Nature, the cycles of life, the rhythm of the planets, stars and the Sun and Moon, and the collective energy of humans, animals and all the inhabitants of our planet and Universe overcoming fear, embracing change and living with appreciation and gratitude for each breath we take and each moment we are alive! / We are ALL ONE Tribe… Amazing Grace
we burn when we sit / side by side / eye to eye / electricity tangible / when our fingers meet / your hands caress / my face / my thigh / t…
She who walks with the Wind, the name Spirit given / allowing a knowing of pasts and futures forgiven; A kinship with life and whirlwin…
A poetry play on words with 30 “WIN” words within playing with my spirit name ;)
Divine intelligence are we, who are free / humans progressively learning NOW to be Understanding the light that yearns to see / mirrors …
Some poets write with a rapier blade, / meaning to cut a thing down / to its bare-boned ism. Others write of fanciful affairs with a voi…
Just a poem that could have gone on infinitly, writing about some of the different styles, forms, kinds, moments of writing and writers. and, most importantly, the absoluteness of writing!
I feel the way the wind blows, / like circumventing timelessness / shifting / between shadows / ...
The poem is about writing; how it comes for me, how it feels (like an ancient wind blowing through my veins) and how it lights me up somehow…LOVE that!
I am all me. When the prayer bells ring, / I am their resounding chime When the winding wind blows, / I am its endless spirit When…
A poem delving into the oneness of all. :)
Sensing the outcroppings / of your inward expanse / I trace / each line, / wrinkle, / and seemingly innocent / curve, twist, and warm / subtle ...
This is, quite simply, a poem about love and how it crosses all borders; how it finds its match, other, love through time, circumstance, and any earthly obstical. this is a poem of love and the expression, joy, and timelessness of it.
the night is all mine. / i lay in lush, dew soaked grass - / hands for a pillow - / my earthbound home forgotten / as I hitch a ride with sta…
This is a tanka (Japanese style of poetry) I wrote last year; it is one of my favorites, as I am a HUGE huge stargazer. LOVE it. :)
The word “Love” / is as tired as “God”.
I realised that I am the only person who can make me happy. I am responsible for my own happiness, my own respect, my own appreciation.
Accompanying the mandala – The Law Of Attraction – Love
Another dear soul has chosen the light of eternity’s love / As she walks beyond pain, to the peaceful flight of a dove May her soul fir…
A day after our granddaughter departed, we received word that a dear and close friend had collapsed, hospice was called in and she will soon be departing this earth plane, transitioning from life to life. / This writing will be part of her sacred transition, as the pipes of the Tribe of All Nations sing her soul/spirit to Great Mystery and the Great Star Nation she will return… / May her spirit fly to the heights of peace! ENIGMA – Beyond the Invisible
I would be in your mouth / for hours, / days, months, years! / For as long as there is breath / within my lungs, / to make it so… If I …
Kissing at the depth of love – the sharing of soul, is a most holy experience.
No, life is not hard / We twist and bend / And blister our minds / We get lost in the illusion of time
Copyright © AmandaGWright 2009.
I From the kitchen / lips and tongue singing / as a 5 am songbird. / Dough rises, / and falls / about your arthritic, yet / nimble fingers…
This is a repost. I tried in vain once again to link this poem to the other one through a journal…but, it seems (as I suspected!) I’m too dumb to actually make it happen. :) I can accept that. / So…here it is, posted again; as the last time I posted this for my beautiful grandmother, I had just joined the bubble, and not many read it. / I wanted my Gran read. She raised me after my mum died when I was 7 (and had lived with us most of my young life before then) – i miss them both more than words can say, as you can imagine. / thank you for reading. :)
To Forebear, to go on, to forgive, to love unconditionally, to keep / open your mind and soul, to be true. To go on, no matter what lif…
I wrote this many many moons ago, for a class on Druidism, but i think the basic, premis applies to everyone hugs xxxx
She stirs up red life / Her heart full of emotion / She broods in darkness / Her dance of sheer abandon / Naked beauty of the sun Draw clo…
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you for the inspiration Lorenzo! / Art / Music
From my perch, sheltered amongst the / evergreen gods overlooking the cliffs, / I hear the mountain breathe.
Just no need to speak / When two kindred flames do meet / Not too late for love / When it is finally real / Words could never be enough I…
I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, t…
My love for you / touches the memory / of Time.
What is humanity? Is it a particular code of ethics and morals we must abide by? Is it a particular religious belief that is the saviour of us? Is it simply a biological machine with a self survival mechanism? Are we not just a swirl of emotions trying to find a common ground to play on?.....and in the end do we not all belong to the same tribe asking the same questions? I love my tribe….one tribe, one humanity.
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