A World of Love

Charmed Chaos

Listen to your heart for it is wise
Forget the brain, for the brain, built to survive
Is willing to sacrifice all~ even love~ to live
But the heart, the tender heart designed to give
Love, for love is the energy thriving
When the breathing slows and the brain is dying
As the feeble beating heart whispers
You ask yourself, how will I be remembered
In my heart, there is but one question as I surrender~
How well did I love?

dVerse Poetics: New Year New World

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On Flora in winter – #Haiku – #poetry – #RonovanWrites

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

Winter’s wicked breath

Mundane, until it touches

On fallen autumn

Frost covets flora

A moment, frozen in time

Awaiting the spring

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #284 Wicked&Mundane

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Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay

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The Walls

Confab With Me

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Birthed By Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


dVErse Poets – Poetics – New Year/New World

Mish at dVerse has invited us to imagine a world that is new ….


Photo: the upper reaches of the Hardy Inlet, where Blackwood River enters on the left, and the Scott River enters directly opposite. Taken from Flat Rock, an idyllic and peaceful  ‘world.’

“We can only know what we can truly imagine. finally what we see comes from ourselves.”  Marge Piercy

Birthed By Love

I closed my eyes to take in the world,
to feel the ancient wisdom of the trees,
the river running by, softly speaking a
quiet truth beneath its tempest,
and always the still centre of the breeze,
drawing me intimately closer,
truths I hold within and cherish.
a compass of heart for many roads
of living through the tempests of life,
and as I open my eyes again,
the peace surpassed lingers deep
nourishing my…

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