As I am in South America, living in the depths of remote nature, my words have been immensely influenced recently. To write for the present is a beautiful thing, capturing sways of rhythmic thinking. My idea of poetry is not always a riddle of words, but more a narrative of melodic thoughts.

I give thanks to this beautiful place, I hope the words transport you and resonate with grace...

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Waves of becoming 

The ocean holds the weight of yesterday

The waves wash ashore a new

becoming. 

A sense a peace will come as the tide rises

and when the waves pull away,

 it will uncover the reflections of the day.

 

Waves of becoming… 

May you wash away all that I am left as,

so I may join your ocean 

and come ashore anew. 

The waves sense

even I am

becoming,  

day by day.

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Anxious Wind

You are a force 

so strong and stubborn, 

cold and unforgiving. 

But why do you not stop? 

You make your presence known,

even with the sun amidst. 

Your sound echoes the shore,

the waves comply and argue along the shore.

Why are you so? 

Are you angry or have you felt

forgotten? 

My anxiety strengths as you carry on,

almost to mimic your stubbornness 

and I lay in dismay. 

Is it you, wind, so anxious you can not stop?

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Is it a sign  

I talk to the sun 

Your shine lets me see the day in new light 

I say 

And I feel it beam brighter.

I talk to the wind

You remind me to be strong like you

I say 

And it nudges me to have good posture.

I talk to the rain

Is it okay to cry? 

I say 

And it carries on. 

I talk to the clouds 

Why cover the sun?

I say

And it stands still. 

I talk to the moon

You are so beautiful 

I say 

And it’s shape changes everyday.

…. 

I talk to the sky 

during the day and night. 

And in return 

I see 

the little things 

that each day brings.

Signs of wisdom, strength, vulnerability.

I realize we are more alike than we think.

The sky and humans.

Each gives signs of gratitude and despair. 

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A Casual Shooting star

Sitting in the warmest of cold the night has to offer.

The light slowly fades,

in the company which has become family,

conversing and shuffling cards.

I blink and the black sky is upon us,

no clouds as the day predicted.

My gaze tilts up as my eyes take a breath in.

The stars present,

as if they awaited for my awakening.

My eyes become dry as I try not to blink,

I don’t want to miss anyt-

A shooting star. 

Gifted those who witnessed it. 

A moment of utter awe, 

as it so casually danced across the sky. 

Our eyes followed it,

as if we were under a spell. 

-a casual evening.

-B x