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Life’s Threads

Weaving dreams
Life’s Threads
 
life is full of loose threads
waiting to begin a tapestry within life
hearing the whispers of the night
we wander where few dare to tread
 
entwining joy and pain
memories made, seeping within the soul
shadows dance, breath they stole
passion is what we will gain
 
drawing threads to form a web
straight lines and curves connect
some will keep, others will reject
some to bind, others far from the flow and ebb
 
each thread becomes a path
a journey of one’s choosing
no expectations, no winning nor losing
wrapped in calm with the occasional wrath
 
we become tribes while still being alone
gathering in thoughts spoken out loud
loose threads become sacred shrouds
together… far apart we always belong
maryrose
1September2017
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the complexity of time

neither forward,nor behind

invisible wheels turn

gaining speed on each curve

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yesterday is in now’s tomorrow

for better or worse, we borrow

nothing to hold in your hand

time is flexible in the intent to understand

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time is a throwback within years

spinning the living through mirrors

where death waits at the door

time is what we want more

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reflection of days gone by

turning days into nights

twilight gives way to dawn

dusk goes further beyond

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seconds wrapped in minutes

not for the weak and timid

minutes spun into the golden hours

as the seed becomes the flower

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for all time is not a straight line

forever is not left behind

words make time immortal

as humans pass through each portal

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their hands move through space

clockwise upon each other’s face

neither here nor there

eternity is what will be shared

maryrose

8August2017

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images were found on the internet

no longer remember

flying home

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us

– Mary Oliver

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i no longer remember your eyes

green and gold

looking through into my soul

i  let go of the lies

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i don’t remember the touches of your finger tips

drawing hearts on my skin

nor the touch of your lips

that kissed with no end

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i have forgotten the feel to love in once upon a time

a day where thoughts of tomorrow were shared

nights where there was no illusion of time

wondering no more if you ever really cared

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i no longer remember the way we were

nor the what that should have been

i made it through that life changing curve

and now i am just me again

~maryrose

26july2017

blue butterfly with quote

images found on the internet

remnants

morning solitude

me, my thoughts…..alone

within this darkest shadow i’ve ever known

drifting to find an escape

knowing there is no such place

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i pass through myths and lore

shadows of love cast from time before

promises made within the lies that were laid

only remnants of shattered love remain

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magick calls to me over and over

i turn away looking for that non-mystical closure

long walks on broken roads

destiny with no more stories to be told

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how does one return

from a betrayers burn

gather ashes to rebuild?

create layers of walls and shields

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ones lessons take on many paths

dreams lay bare in the aftermath

let the pieces lay scattered on the floor

is there nothing to take with you from before

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where to go from here

another day another year

shadows filtered the light

does one ever get it right

mary

25 may 2017

written

no boundaries

a story written in the stars

once upon a time in the distant far

hidden words within the lines of your face

memories of times past,sequestered in another place

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words no longer have a voice for you to send

they’ve become whispers riding the wind

the further they drift away

the easier it gets to keep going on this way

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the past is a blur in the setting of the sun

the future seems never to have begun

dreams will stay hidden,deep in silent thoughts

the battle is lost,never even being fought

mary

25 may 2017

 dreamer

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invisible threads

colliding worlds

We are individual worlds of light and dark, forever colliding

pieces of our ancestors flow between us and our children,always looking,sometimes finding

held together by invisible threads weaving our histories

ancient voices from beyond whispering, sharing within life’s hidden mysteries

some good, some not so good,all reflecting stored memories of experiences

entwined together in each of our similarities and differences

the past is ever present as it looks forward into an unknown future

we are after all our own life’s stories script writer and producer

we choose of free will to act or react to the sharing of our soul’s heartbeat

we rejoice in pleasure of gratitude, or feel the agony contained in a moment’s defeat.

dancing in the rain,walking beneath the moon, barefoot upon the beach,

catching air in between our dreams, all are within reach.

~mary

21April2017

dreamer

(images found on the internet)

upon this morn

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a dance of spirits upon this morn

another day and you are born

a breath that was halted upon this cloud

no longer cold wrapped within heavens shroud

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a song of joy heard before time began

before life flowed with in a glass of sand

a smile that became an eternal light

to guide my soul through the darkest of nights

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a whisper from nowhere,everywhere shakes the trees

within its surrender i once again become free

a place where love is of peace

within this Light of Divine, my soul is released

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a prayer of hope from long ago

thoughts into words become a hearts song

within the rise of this mornings sun

a new breath within eternal life has begun

~mary

16 April 2017

ready to fly