Wonder

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rare things are growing

the moon is moving , shalom

fly the burning flag of freedom

do you know what it’s like

to be almost swallowed home ?

 

he pours the tea

gold sugar , emotional weight

unfurls her hair

upon dew shoulders , a soul

scratching in the still and quiet

she is scared

and not scared

an amateur actress standing bare

first on center stage fore square.

 

” Mary did you know ”

you have a regal stance ?

all mutate in your presence

the camera clicks

she turns her head

and when she sees she does transfix

her human vanishes

the bleak cold winter

a bountiful banquet

shattering dry in the rain debris.

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Mary don’t dye your hair

wanting to change your wild esprit

I too am thirsty seeing you there

the moon is moving the tall pine tree

over passing Traverse Bay

glory joins utopian pupils

the lake of her eyes my northern stay .

 

a spaceship jolts

Issa is here and

he is calling for you

Mary , do you know what it’s like

to be swallowed home ?

I am scared

and not scared for you alone .

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28 thoughts on “Wonder

  1. There is always something tantalizing to discover here, Meg–the opportunity to be transformed. Mutated. There is always glory and quiet and longing all having their secret meeting together, sharing a bit of ginger cake in the intermission, and you watch them and soon you cannot tell which is which. Only when they leave and step into the light again, and go their separate ways do they seem to be different, but here, where they are known so well they merge into something complete.

    Peace
    Michael

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    1. Oh Michael ….when you merge into these poems with me I am so deeply blessed by your warm understanding and loving presence ….how do I thank you ? Sometimes I don’t know just what to respond and so I try to keep writing poetry as that is where my soul finds the words …. those poems are for you and all others who find themselves here …..I am so grateful dear friend ….love always …..meg

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  2. Reminds me of my daughter – haunting, regal and me scared but not scared, wanting to swallow her home, almost and needing to let her go as she flies the burning flag of freedom. Beautiful photos and music.

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  3. It doesn’t need to be forever. Sometimes things solidify and become clearer when seen from a point of origin. The wings can rest for the next glorious flight. I know, I’ve been swallowed home more than once.

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  4. So beautiful… to be swallowed home!: powerful. Love the expression and idea. Kind of reminded me of Poeยดs short-story “The Fall of the House of Usher”
    Also the second stanza, in which “her human vanishes” is so eerie … excellent writing, dear Meg.
    Sending much love & wishing you happy holidays ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  5. Beautiful Meg… Sending you my love and Blessings dear friend..
    I hope your Christmas is filled with yet more love from those close to you as I wish you a Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year. xxx
    Love Sue โค

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    1. Lorrie ….I’m so sorry not to have responded earlier ! I’ve been a bit lost trying to find my way ….your friendship really matters , I think of you even when I’m gone from here ….your heart

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      1. Hi Meg! Oh…no worries my friend. I’ve been working through my stuff also…and not present here so much. I miss blogging…I miss you. Sending heartfelt wishes for you. May you find all you need ๐Ÿ’š

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