Submissions by Anne-Ri999
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sculptress of words
howling into awareness
I initiated change
reaching for acceptance
knowing that each thread
is a yarned bundle
given before birth
extending beyond all death
so I walked this path
feeding hart with heart
three times now
I have looked
into a deer`s eyes
once it crossed my path
stood upon forked road
and simply gazed
deeply into me
second was a revelation
a baby deer lay peacefully
under a tree
I almost cried with joy
it was my inner child
I saw it reaching out
from dark brown eyes ...
reaching for acceptance
knowing that each thread
is a yarned bundle
given before birth
extending beyond all death
so I walked this path
feeding hart with heart
three times now
I have looked
into a deer`s eyes
once it crossed my path
stood upon forked road
and simply gazed
deeply into me
second was a revelation
a baby deer lay peacefully
under a tree
I almost cried with joy
it was my inner child
I saw it reaching out
from dark brown eyes ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#uplifting
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I am that voice that speaks
casket rain refrains
sentient embers
I watched from my window
within this house of cards
each key fallen
on nights when ceilings
became truest trusted friends
white petals kept falling
he loves me
he loves me not
holding a wake
for these empty green bottles
trying to grasp how hands
that have loved me
became music
I danced to
finger printing each void
his fingers bending
knuckled into fists
crushed under his boot
a loose...
sentient embers
I watched from my window
within this house of cards
each key fallen
on nights when ceilings
became truest trusted friends
white petals kept falling
he loves me
he loves me not
holding a wake
for these empty green bottles
trying to grasp how hands
that have loved me
became music
I danced to
finger printing each void
his fingers bending
knuckled into fists
crushed under his boot
a loose...
#DomesticViolence
#relationships
#shadows
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white noise
unifies unmasked
here rites of passage begin
"silence" , you said holds both my hands
balance does not give preference
is neither day nor night
"peace" , you said lingers upon each lip
widening all hearing
we ran entirely away
from paralysis
authentic
aware
as love `s
suns
we encountered separation
all identification
stripped away ...
here rites of passage begin
"silence" , you said holds both my hands
balance does not give preference
is neither day nor night
"peace" , you said lingers upon each lip
widening all hearing
we ran entirely away
from paralysis
authentic
aware
as love `s
suns
we encountered separation
all identification
stripped away ...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#healing
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magia
intrinsic insects choired in bronze light
dawn is a sorceress hawthorn blossoms
wave farewell passing each scent
I take this ferry
as I ascend it becomes
a coracle
someone blew into my ears
a fairy whistles
I drop three coins
in a vending machine
hear them rotate
as mare wind flows
long languid manes
dissipate from each wave
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dawn is a sorceress hawthorn blossoms
wave farewell passing each scent
I take this ferry
as I ascend it becomes
a coracle
someone blew into my ears
a fairy whistles
I drop three coins
in a vending machine
hear them rotate
as mare wind flows
long languid manes
dissipate from each wave
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all rights reserved
#nature
#universe
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forest becomes a village
once there was harmony
abandoned into chaos
Trees and stones were elders
Old Tjikko and Old Rasmus still stand
both are estimated 9.500 years old
in our humanness
we are 180 degrees apart
from these true Gaian mystics
who need no words
holding each spectrum
here there is no Q and A in the end
only an open invitation
root
I hold space
create communication
from gratitude
I let each leaf recite me
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all...
abandoned into chaos
Trees and stones were elders
Old Tjikko and Old Rasmus still stand
both are estimated 9.500 years old
in our humanness
we are 180 degrees apart
from these true Gaian mystics
who need no words
holding each spectrum
here there is no Q and A in the end
only an open invitation
root
I hold space
create communication
from gratitude
I let each leaf recite me
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all...
#trees
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tell me
how did it feel?
when you stood there
out on the reels
looking down
from the building
did night
lean
apologetic
against you?
what was the last thing you tasted
was it our love instilled
how did you land
when you made that dive
as you sought through scars
for stars
Sometimes I bleed
unfinished letters
my pencil hesitant
opening into acceptance
revealing how
he must have landed in my heart...
when you stood there
out on the reels
looking down
from the building
did night
lean
apologetic
against you?
what was the last thing you tasted
was it our love instilled
how did you land
when you made that dive
as you sought through scars
for stars
Sometimes I bleed
unfinished letters
my pencil hesitant
opening into acceptance
revealing how
he must have landed in my heart...
#FirstLove
#suicide
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untitled
speaking cloak
o to exist in all parted
mending yarn
we close jars
looking for reflection
swirling apple peelings
fall graciously
over floor tiles
my sister`s voice
breaks in threes
from the receiver
filled with butterflies
" wait...come back "
laughter cocoons
I feel myself landing
like taking off my shoes
feeling grasses brush
against my feet
o my sister
we sit on ethereal...
o to exist in all parted
mending yarn
we close jars
looking for reflection
swirling apple peelings
fall graciously
over floor tiles
my sister`s voice
breaks in threes
from the receiver
filled with butterflies
" wait...come back "
laughter cocoons
I feel myself landing
like taking off my shoes
feeling grasses brush
against my feet
o my sister
we sit on ethereal...
#sister
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Often
I imagined him sitting at a type writer
his stainless white chiffon shirt
loosely tightened where
a rebellious hair lock
hung taunting right over
long delicate eyelashes
I imagined him dipping
stale pointed sharp
vintage fountain pens
lettered letters
autographed
into poetic laps
where our fingertips
could meet
as silent eyes
where all kinship begins
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his stainless white chiffon shirt
loosely tightened where
a rebellious hair lock
hung taunting right over
long delicate eyelashes
I imagined him dipping
stale pointed sharp
vintage fountain pens
lettered letters
autographed
into poetic laps
where our fingertips
could meet
as silent eyes
where all kinship begins
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all rights reserved
#memories
#music
#romantic
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sometimes
sickness
disease
are a place
undetermined callous paths
sliced glacier pieces
bone broth
the one way
is through
he places his hand in mine
I rest in a gaze
chatter clattering
you can hear the accent
of Rhyl, North Wales
where he grew up
Jules and Mike Peters
are both battling cancer
though they are and have been
ever reaching out
in music solidarity
celebrations
anthemic nature
and...
disease
are a place
undetermined callous paths
sliced glacier pieces
bone broth
the one way
is through
he places his hand in mine
I rest in a gaze
chatter clattering
you can hear the accent
of Rhyl, North Wales
where he grew up
Jules and Mike Peters
are both battling cancer
though they are and have been
ever reaching out
in music solidarity
celebrations
anthemic nature
and...
#illness
#music
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today, impressions after my morning walk
rustic boat houses unkept
speak secrets
I stand among
their splintered souls
into salt I breathe
soaking from my spine
down into my soles
neath hollow
air
cobalt
sea tells me
if I were to wed
it would be thee
sea waves
gulls lilt
transparently
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speak secrets
I stand among
their splintered souls
into salt I breathe
soaking from my spine
down into my soles
neath hollow
air
cobalt
sea tells me
if I were to wed
it would be thee
sea waves
gulls lilt
transparently
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
#symbolism
#uplifting
#water
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Ash tree nymphs, a co write with Adagio
Tangerine tokens robed as clouds floating.
While still safe within the great womb of All mother
I could notice each delicate footstep.
more than a memory a jester who dances incognito
the role when the doors are closed in the shadows
A harmonium playing wind chime tunes.
your mind everlasting to hold the demons you taste
of ash-covered memories I came into awareness
dripping life's chowder
playing with the heart sucking one's soul
given in the darkness ...
While still safe within the great womb of All mother
I could notice each delicate footstep.
more than a memory a jester who dances incognito
the role when the doors are closed in the shadows
A harmonium playing wind chime tunes.
your mind everlasting to hold the demons you taste
of ash-covered memories I came into awareness
dripping life's chowder
playing with the heart sucking one's soul
given in the darkness ...
#dragons
#mythology
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