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Excavating the Archives: The Light and Dark of You

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I see the light in your smile

And the dark in your eyes

Weaving together tales

Of love and loss

A heart that has swelled with joy

And broken with anguish

A lifetime of living

Etching experience

On the fabric of you

And if I look carefully

Study you with the attention you deserve

I’ll uncover your secrets, as

I see the light in your smile

And the dark in your eyes

Remembering this is only the beginning of your story…

This was originally posted on this site in August 2017. You can find the post here.

Making The Call

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I made the call

To take down these walls

That I misguidedly thought

Were protecting me

 

Only

They caused more harm

Created

A barrier to healing

Another

Obstacle to overcome

 

Realisation is a disquieting thing

Deep breath taken…

I will begin…

Written for: Weekend Writing Prompt #197 – Call | Word count: 41

Excavating the Archives: Mimic

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Maybe I’ll copy you
It’s better than being myself
Made easier because you’ve done all the hard work
I’m just life imitating life, a
Cardboard cut out…but is that really living?

This post was first shared on this site in September 2018. You can find the original post here.

Excavating the Archives: A Higher Wisdom

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You’ll find her words

Hidden in the shades

Of nature’s colour wheel

In the nuances of the season

In the cracks between

Air, fire, water and earth

And here they wait patiently

At rainbow’s end

To be discovered

This was first shared on this site in July 2020. You can find the original post here.

Fault Lines

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Another geography poem 😉

Here at the margins
Where two plates meet
Nature’s crucible
Works her magic

A battle is fought
Jagged and jarring
Building in power
Until the earth shakes

Yet occasionally the clash
Is less of a dash and more of a charge
Mountains forming, pushing, heaving upwards
Neither one relenting, in a reach for the sky

But sometimes the direction is downwards, not up
Where power unseen stirs the cauldron of transformation
One plate giving way to the other
And destruction is only the next step on the path
To creation, formation, construction, generation

Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #190 – Marginal in 31 words (I used “margins”), and Weekend Writing Prompt #191 – Crucible in 100 | Word Count: 96 – because this was written for two separate prompts, my aim was to simply write under the most generous word limit of the two.

Excavating the Archives: Dreams

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In the dark of night they come

Singing their songs of silence

Drowning out the highlights

Of what’s gone before

The indigo hours are awash with dreams

Life forgotten, faded away

Watercolour memories are all that remain

As we walk the secret paths

Of worlds hitherto unknown

This was originally posted in March 2018. You can find the original post here.

Excavating the Archives: Into The Trees

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I wait at the edge of the forest

The boundary between

Danger and safety

The threshold between

What I know and don’t

The seen and unseen

And in that moment

I have a decision to make

To continue waiting

Or begin a new chapter

By taking my first step

Into the trees

This was originally posted in January 2017. You can find the original post here.