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We’ve grown tired of being pinched by small rusted tacks
holding tight meant to toughen our skin
plastered like pictures cut from a magazine pinned to
our bellies our faces our sins
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Listen you old schemers
we’re not looking for saviors
nor suckling blind messengers peddling your news
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We seek grounding instead
in the wild fecund darkness
deeply cocooned in a memory unbound
Listening to choirs of winged ones spinning
from the silk of our own lightened stories now loosened
and taking flight from the sound
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Photo credit: felixinclusis.tumblr.com
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Poetry of Light 
‘…silk of our own lightened stories…’ – love those words together!
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Thank you Steven. I’ve been going over much older poems lately. Some of them I see as “period pieces”. Others, like this one, end up morphing on the page.
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Powerful, both wild and hushed, and lovely, Jana. Plus, how wonderful to hear your molasses voice….Thank you. xo
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“wild and hushed” I’m glad this one appeared to you this way, Chloe. And “molasses voice” … you turn a wonderful phrase! 🙂 Thanks
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…i am definitely feeling these words…at this moment…at this time…Your writing is profound!
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Thank you Jane! Working hard, I think we’re all finding ways to “turn up” the sound of these perpetually voiced choirs of Nature and the Divine.
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the wild fecund darkness……even though we do not belong there, we acknowledge and salute the awesome, grounded in our humanness.
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In my experience Teri, the darkness remained only darkness, until I saw the light in it and followed where this lead. … my own stories illuminated. My roots live in the dark fertile soil of my being now.
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into the light and dark we tread, needing both, finding balance.
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a love read this morning (& listen)/ Thanx so
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Happy to hear this…. made my day more pleasant too. Thank you!
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Etymology
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yesterday
pinning specimens
seeking
perfection
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today
mingling wild thoughts
spinning
excellence
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on the edge of vulnerability
laughing at the vocal incongruities
aiming at living past 100
getting lighter by the minute
constantly challenging thin ice
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curiosity
without fearing consequences
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we rely
on
instinct
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