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
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.
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…
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
Go on. Open it, sweet one. I dare you.
i’ve been reading virigina woolf and emily dickinson lately. Her breast is fit for pearls, / But I was not a `Diver’ - / Her brow is fit for thrones / But I have not a crest. / Her heart is fit for home - / I – a Sparrow – build there / Sweet twigs and twine / My perennial nest. - Emily Dickinson there were a few things that inspired these words on this blustery rainy day: Writing Workshop’s Exercise Four white witch, black heart / Mariposa, / I bet no-one’s called you that since we lived in our shack by the sea with olive trees and peeling green shutters; when you twirled fire, I painted the sun and all we needed was lemons, salt, and Jose Cuervo. / I wouldn’t miss your launch. / Where was he today? / I don’t care about him. / Here I am. / Does he know you howl at quarter moons? Does he know you drew constellations in black ink on my skin? Do you remember us… cocooned in our chrysalis of tangled salty dreams and coffee-creamed skin? / Your words betray you, my love. Why is your book full of love letters to a girl who wears my middle name and has a scar along her jawline, just like me? / I know that when you come out to your car, you’ll search for this scrap of paper under your windscreen wipers. You’ll hate yourself for it but that’s what you’ll do. / Here I am. copyright © 2008, Holly Ringland. a few days after writing this piece, i stumbled across leith o’malley and his space here on redbubble. when i came upon the mesmerising black butterfly. it was like finding my words and Grace’s heart freshly plucked and arranged in a vase of charcoal and magic.
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 …
But if you let it, the wind can be your inner vision, your soul sight.
I love the wind, it has an amazing synchronicity with the human spirit.
Timid I am not, / Although my manner is gentle. / Fragile I may seem, / Because my shell is soft.
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’ – KEATS Please check out my collaboration Butterfly / with Madeline M.Allen
A sly tongued fat man / with skin of coffee / cybersexed me
OK – I’ve been forgiving and come from the heart, done all the love stuff and put aside my suffering… / but Anyanka (my inner vengeance demon (THANK YOU JOSS WHEDON)) has been NAGGING me to put this poem up and so I bow to her prickly little ways and here it is… / a little Coyote medicine for some LOL / and it makes me laugh / which I need :) This writing is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents protrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to acutal persons,living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. copyright 2009 Marg Thomson
Friendhip Sharing Love Emotion
True Friendship
Love Of Spirit Completes, Does Not / Hold In Anger…Never Shatters / Ever Ignites In Desire… Dances In / Anticipation…
Love Beyond Heart ,Passion Immeasurable…
The gold in your hair / Is only a hint of the wealth I have in my heart Because of you And when the wind blows through it / It’s as i…
Dedicated to Axel Moore and his mother, Sarah. Please give your condolences to Sarah and Glenn. I have no idea what it’s like to give a child back to God like this, but I don’t think I’m wrong in thinking that the pain is such that no parents should have to carry that kind of sorrow all by themselves.
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Are you a human experiencing spirituality?, / Or a spirit experiencing humanity?,
Just bored and jotted this down, might be a bit heavy but still rings true
Come to this secret garden / You have been here before / Tasted exquisite fruit / Bathed / Immersed your senses / in its silent moons…
In her ladle I bathe….
This poem came right out of a dream / astral experience I had last year and made me realize that there are many angels working behind the scenes, taking care of those of us who have forgotten our wings, just as real life angels take care of those who have lost their fireplace.
Spirits sitting side by side / Where all can see / They do not hide / They are where they want to be / After years of having run together / Ha…
Gaypony, I love Artwork SPIRITS / Please check out my friend Gaypony’s other awesome artwork & writings on the RB /
Spirit gone she sadly wailed, / all torn and used and child-like frail. / Spirit gone she madly painted, / while she sobbed forlorn, so abus…
sometimes, some people, may just find themselves in life-situations that words cannot truly describe, nor the mind logically comprehend/explain. But we try… Please Note: ‘Haley’ is a pseudonym to protect the identity of the person whom this is about. “Ricky” is a young lad, whom I knew well, who took his life. This story/poem is based on real, direct experience.
As Tears, Fell From / Every Eye… / Yes, All Around Her… And Feeling / Love It’s Symphony… / Her Rapture…
Rapture Of Heart
“What can I help you with miss?” the man behind the counter asked. / “Well,” she started out hesitantly. “I was looking for just a littl…
How do we live with joy and grief together? I was nominated by Mardra for the Pay it Forward group and I am quite pleased to receive this nomination. Here is what she said about it. I am new at this so I hope I do this well. Please check out Mardra’s site. I have been watching what she has to say as well and have kept tabs on her thoughts. Mardra wrote: Her tag of How we live with Grief and Joy together, actually sums it up quite well. / I read this last night – it sat with me – and I woke up thinking about it still this morning. Works that stay with you deserve extra special attention. / Congrats on this great idea – I look forward to enjoying everyone’s favorites! – Mardra” Work Mardra’s site, check her out
One day as I trudged wearily / Down a path not far away, / I came upon a bright old man / Travelling the other way. He walked along with …
Love This Moment is a poem I wrote in the middle of 2007, largely inspired by what I learnt by the life and death of one of my best friends, Greg, in March 2006. Namely, the importance of being happy now, and of being true to your heart and soul (and what it is you really want in your life). I then put it together with my photography into a slideshow (which you can view at www.lovethismoment.com) After getting a great response from the slideshow, my Mum mentioned she wished it was in a form she could hold in her hands, so I made some photo books for family and friends for Christmas 2007. After an even greater response, I looked at the photo book and thought, “I’d like to do this for real.” It reminded me I’d always wanted to be a writer. So in February 2008 I started looking into publishing. I decided to self-publish, and on December 16, 2008, after much learning and much effort, I received a shipment of 2,156 copies of Love This Moment…just 6 hours before my book launch! Now the real work has started as I look for distribution and other ways to get my book “out there”. It’s exciting!! / / I really believe in the message of Love This Moment. When I get out of balance, when I’m feeling sad or anxious because I’m caught in the past or worrying about the future, I read it and it reminds me what’s really important in life – those things I learned through the pain of Greg dieing and the gratitude I hold that he was part of my life and has given me so much. Just today I had a lady come into work, read Love This Moment and cry (in a good way!) It reminds me why I want to share it with everyone I can. If Love This Moment resonates with you, you can find it at www.lisafrost.com.au. The book also contains the story that inspired the poem, which for some is more inspiring than the poem itself. With love, / Lisa
I am not a number…
I have noticed the decrease in free will, individuality and increase in the mind numbing repeatition in the work place and home. My boss, called me on my day off, to remind me to be at work, though, I have a perfect attendence and outstanding job performance record. I wrote this short poem on the fly, just seconds before I wrote this description.
I can live normally but why settle for the norm if she doubles the space in my soul / We take turns shineing in this glory She’ll be my da…
Inspiration is such a fuel to my fire
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