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i am the wind screaming across the canterbury plains
i am the untranslatable language of dolphins
i am undiscovered life-forms at the bottom of the ocean
i am the last cookie in the jar
i am all those words you wish you’d never spoken aloud
i am the arms of time, pulling us all a little closer to death
i am in two places at the same time
i am the five pound note that went through the wash in a pocket of your jeans
i am one left shoe and it’s accompanying shoe-lace
i am the blanket draped over your legs for warmth
i am the sun kissing your face
i am the unexplored places in the universe
i am understanding
i am all the books yet to be published
i am the memorial to all we have lost
i am the cotton-wool-soft feel of your lips touching mine
i am the pathway, worn by travellers
i am jumbled the sentence
i am ; used incorrectly
i am nonsense rhymes read aloud to a confused audience
i am the feeling you get when you skip instead of walking
i am the poet with writer’s block
i am the pre-dawn fisherman
i am burnt toast
i am the arms of your lover
i am a poem waiting to be read
i am what’s waiting on the other side of the silence
i am a borrowed library book
i am lost
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faith
“i want to write about faith”
i hear
your
earnest words
repeatedly
in my mind…
burrowing
into the hardened
parts of me -
reminding me
of an urgent
conversation
we are destined
to have,
as soon
as i stop
and
allow
it to happen.
this day
is
my heart:
beating
in time
with yours;
where faith
washes over me,
like
sparkling
winter sunshine
glistens
on the wet grass.
this faith
is
my faith:
the bellbirds call
as dawn breaks;
the ocean waves
crashing
endlessly
upon the shoreline,
these hands
folded
in prayer.
this faith
is
my faith:
unspoken words;
wisdom
of the ages
living
through me,
ribbons
of light
caressing
the darkness.
this life
is
my faith:
a place
without walls;
with
deep grooves
of
kindness
and welcoming
spaces
beckoning me
from
beyond
the threshold.
© 2009 leonie faith wise
dv09-18
between the folds
she bravely scrapes dust from her hard outer shell,
showing celadon layers of softness and grace,
between comforting folds live both laughter & sorrow,
bonded together as inseparable friends.
she’s come a long way to be here in this moment,
and her journey’s a long way from reaching it’s end…
the friendships she gathers down wandering pathways
add shine to this garment she wears of her life.
she is learning that stillness is as essential as action;
that silence belongs here as much as the words,
every death to the old speaks a new YES to life,
fuels the fires of desire for living her truth.
deep in the folds, there’s a wellspring, a knowing, and
she’s learning to let go, and trust in the process -
deep in the folds is where healing commences,
her own sacred medicine the best balm for her soul.
© 2009 leonie faith wise
(inspired by my life, this community , and these words)
{ for darlene’s december views }
dv09-09
walk 2 blocks that way and you arrive at the tate modern. the view from work, london.
candon 400d, 12-22mm wide-angle lens
your gold is not the same as her gold, or his,
your tongue craves sweet, when they want sour;
these words aren’t yours, you have your own
which deserve to be recognised as being your truth.
these eyes smiling at you, a mirror reflecting
the kindness thats there within your own;
your bones, your limbs, your hands, your heart
are here for the world demands it so.
© 2009 leonie faith wise
{ for darlene’s december views }
dv09-07
baubles. canon 400d
without context
some days it seems many
lifetimes have passed since
you held firm to my hand
whispering secrets in my ear.
days flow by, like sands
constantly shifting,
shaping new landscapes;
our sweet times together glide
quietly out of memory’s reach.
something tilts… floats…
drifts just beyond my gaze,
leaving a cooling hollow
waiting to be filled with
another warmth, or
another’s touch. please
lets revive our friendship? come,
take a step back towards me
and discard that old mask;
remember how it feels to have
my sun warming your face.
© 2009 leonie faith wise
{ for darlene’s december views }
frustration
this bloody unfeeling object
refuses to co-operate
aura changes colour display to
frustrated, tongue-tied.
beyond the pen, blank pages mock
the author, the emotions that
surface & ripple. without a shoreline
on which to land, the words float
through endless gray seas.
the silky feel of words
………..sliding………………………………..
just
out
of
reach
leaves a pit
in my stomach, as if hunger
is an acceptable solution.
